Page 43 of Nidev and Lyric

“Oh,and,” Patches added with extra weight. “There’s a daughter there. Single. Only child. Soft-spoken type, takes care of her parents. A real submissive beauty in the eyes of a bat-bitten King with…needs.”

Nidev was officially impressed. “It’s like you’re in bed with Karma and she really likes the ride.” Relief planted his ass hard in his chair.

“You’re welcome. You can come over here and organize my band-aids for payment.”

“Very tempting,” Nidev said, resisting the bat-reflex to just hang up now that he had his Lyric issues solved. “I’ll have Skul call you immediately for all the details.”

“You got it. I’ll have my pack of lies ready.”

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Lyric’s pulse thrummed beneath her skin, fingers clutching the strap of her backpack like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Every step toward Nidev’s apartment felt heavier, pushing her forward with a momentum that was equal parts dread and need. The need to please. The dread of failing. The need to be good enough. The dread of not. The need to have him, have all of him. The dread of not.

The scent she’d worn for him clung to her skin, the musky warmth settling into her senses like a brand. Wearing it all day had been like carrying him with her, a presence she couldn’t escape and never wanted to.

Between classes, she’d gotten several looks, and nearly panicked. Were theysmellinghim? Surely everybody in the school knew that smell by now. And she had enough of him on her to be unmistakable. What were they thinking? She knew what she’d be thinking. That she’d spent way more than a class with him.

She still couldn’t believe she was the lucky student that got to be with him. It felt like a fluke. A glitch. And God, had she ever been with him. The things he’d made her do she’d nevereverdone before, not even close. And the way he responded to it, how nasty he was with her, the things he said.

She took a slow breath through the sudden inferno the thoughts brought to her body. Her whole day was filled with him. What they’d done, the sounds he’d made, the sounds she’d made, the feeling of his hot cum on her body. Havemercy.And yet, none of it came close to that initial text he’d sent. She’d read it so many times. And each time it read more and more like something eternal, not temporary. It wasn’t technically a marriage contract but it sure read like one to her. The idea that it might be, put her over the moon. Which was a scary place to be, especially if she was wrong.

Lyric stood in front of his door in her school uniform now that she knew he liked her in it. The pulse between her legs ached, making her hyper aware of her wet panties. She drew a slow, steadying breath before knocking.

This time when the door swung open, his gaze swept over her in a single, precise pass. Whatever he found in her appearance, her posture, her expression, he kept it to himself as he stepped aside. It was the most brutal moment of every meeting. That initial look he gave her. She tried not to let it mean so much but couldn’t seem to help it.

She entered.

The door clicked shut.

“Sit,” he ordered, gesturing to the side of the room with his desk.

There was a chair before it and she made her way over, lowering into it, spine straight, hands clenched together in her lap, thighs glued shut.

He didn’t sit at his desk, he stood before it, which put him exactly in front of her. “Tell me.”

She cleared her voice, her gaze catching on his massive cock bulge as she lowered her head.

“Look at me.”

His voice was firm but soft and she snapped her head up and answered, “You wanted to see how it affected me. To feel you with me all day, even when you weren’t there. And…” She hesitated, fully aware she was giving three answers. “To see if I’d obey.”

His expression remained unchanged. The usual cold, clinical Nidev.

“And which of those do you believe is the correct answer?”

She swallowed. “The…first one. You wanted to see how it affected me.”

His gaze held steady. “Yes, I did.” His voice was still calm but detached. “But that’s not why.”

The small piece of approval was snatched away before she could even hold it. His eyes remained locked on hers, expression giving nothing away. The silence was worse than if he’d torn her answer apart. His stillness held a cold, unforgiving edge, making her wonder if she’d done something wrong.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

Her muscles clenched as she rose on shaky legs, her fingers tightening against her thighs, the only anchor against the judgement threaded through his voice and what she felt coming next.

“Take off your clothes.”

A mix of relief and desire hit her, making her mouth dry as she obeyed. Obedience was all she had to offer when understanding was a lost cause. The blouse slid from her shoulders, then her skirt pooled at her feet. She reached behindher back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall away. Her panties followed.

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