Page 51 of Nidev and Lyric

She reached for it, her fingers trembling as she slid it over her wrist, tears filling her eyes. The metal was cool, almost icy against her skin. She felt the weight of it. The pressure. Marking it as her reminder of him, just as he said.

Maybe it was meant to be a collar. A chain. A claim. Whatever it was, she’d wear it happily. She wanted to give him exactly what he wanted. And the things he needed that maybe he wasn’t ready to need or admit that he did.

She was glad he was back to their lesson schedule. But she didn’t plan on losing the non-sexual things that happened between them. Would he pretend like it never happened? Play it down? Was he sorry he shared?

God, she hoped not.Shewasn’t sorry. And really, she couldn’t wait to get done with all of their lessons so she could have the prize. All of him. All the time. With nothing standing between them but the profound bond growing.

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Nidev felt her eyes devouring him as he finished his workout. He would never have done that in their public gym but since Skul was off playing savior in his swamp saga with Patches, Nidev agreed to stand in for his PE class. He’d almost reassigned somebody else till he learned Lyric was attending. And since the Kings rotated gym with the students, his own naughty motives remained camouflaged.

He wasn’t sure what got him off more—knowing how fucking aroused she was from his hours of cruel torment or her jealousy. He’d accidentally stumbled on a double orgasm as every female student giggled and gasped while raping him with their eyes.

When the class ended, Nidev ordered Lyric to stay behind, eager to discipline her for the blatant accusations in her eyes. It didn’t matter that she was a thousand percent right in his intentions to do exactly what it produced. More than he’d imagined.

“In the office,” he ordered her, turning for the showers.

“I have class.”

He paused without turning, relishing in her open defiance and what it meant. “Is that some cute language for Yes Sir, Mr. Nidev?” he asked, keeping his voice at ice cold.

She didn’t answer and he added it to her list of sins as he headed for the shower.

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Nidev entered the office, catching the startled jolt in his obsession’s body. He shut the door then locked it, making his way over to her chair where she sat, her posture ramrod, eyes lowered.

Standing exactly before her, he leaned against the big desk. “Look at me,” he ordered softly, needing to see it. That fire, that craving to have everything he dangled before her.

The trouble she had with that one command brought a pulsing ache to his cock. When he finally got her locked into his gaze, he angled his head a little, devouring every drop of it.

“I felt you watching me,” he said.

Her lips had been pressed together up till that point. “I’m surprised you were able to detect them among the millions,” she said, voice quivering with fury.

Fuck.

He lowered the front of his black workout pants, getting her immediate gaze on his fully erect cock. “Let’s see if your mouth is as hot as your gaze.”

She swallowed, staring at it. Not moving.

He stroked himself slowly, circling the head with his fist, wetting it.

Her lips parted a little, eyes riveted.

“Every second you’re not sucking will cost you.”

Something broke free in her muscles, putting her on her knees before him in a storm of hunger. He grabbed her head in both hands when her gasps and moans brought his dick to the back of her throat.

“That’s it,” he shuddered, fingers fisting in her soft curls. “Suck your teacher’s cock.”

She worked him into her throat, her desperate little grunts turning his breath into fire.

“My nasty student is so greedy,” he shuddered, pulling her off him. “Remove my pants,” he ordered.

She shoved them down and he stepped out of them then placed his foot on the chair, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Suck.”

He forced her to his balls, watching her lick and draw him into her mouth while her whimpers and moans unraveled him.

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