Page 25 of Chasing Wild Heart

At one point, she lowered herself onto me, and I was ready to watch her ride. Except she didn't. She slowly paged through a small book calledBDSM for Beginners. I tried to remember some passages she read out loud when she said "good students would be rewarded." But her snug, wet fit around my cock distracted me.

Anytime I bucked my hips up to remind her of my presence, she frowned and tsked at me as if I disappointed her. Fortunately, several minutes later, she tossed the book aside and rode me until stars almost appeared before me. Then she quickly dismounted me and praised me for being a "good boy."

I wanted to cry.

And now? I'm putty in her hands. Maybe it's my pent-up frustration for release. Maybe it's all the teasing. Maybe because I'll do anything for her. As soon as she wraps her hands around my steel cock, I know I won't last long.

"Juni, please," I beg, hoping she understands the underlying message of my need for release.

“Let go, Dash,” she demands, her grip grows tighter and faster.

The moment Juni runs a fingernail over my pebbled nipple, I erupt in her hand and groan with sweet relief. I happily surrender to the euphoric high, too dazed to feel embarrassed about exploding like a horny teenager.

My eyes drift shut as my body continues to bask in the afterglow. My mind clocks Juni moving around and realizes sheneeds to be worshiped. Except I'm one hundred percent drained, on the verge of passing out. And maybe crying like a newborn.

Even when I feel Juni releasing the restraints, I don't move or open my eyes. I am hopelessly content to stay like this for an undetermined amount of time.

A gratified sigh escapes my lips when I feel a warm, damp washcloth gently glide over my sweaty body. Sleep continues to whisper sweet thoughts as I feel Juni's fingers massage my wrists and ankles. I honestly don't know if they're even sore or need care, but I love she's taking care of me. Even when I don't deserve it.

"Juni," I moan, demanding my tired body man up and ravish her.

"Shhhh." I feel her soft lips against my forehead. "Go to sleep, baby."

I don't want to sleep. I want to take care of my girl. I want to give her the most epic orgasms. I just need five minutes of rest, and then I'll love on her.

The soft rhythmic sound of a paintbrush swishing across a canvas tells me the night is too young for Juni to join me in bed.

If it's too early for her, it's too early for me,I decide, nestling under the bed's comforter to speed my recovery. Because as soon as she puts down the paintbrush, I'll be all over her.

I scrunch my face in protest at the warmth creeping along my skin. My closed eyes squint tighter against the slivers of light peeking through the darkness.

As my body shakes off the sleep, I groan loudly at the tightness and soreness in my limbs. Who knew being restrained would be a good workout?

Disappointment tugs at my conscience as I hear birds singing happily outside. I completely passed out, missing my chance to please Juni. Judging from the silence and the slight chill next to me, I know she's slipped out for the day. Probably on campus.

After yawning and scrubbing a hand down my face, I roll over onto my stomach with a groan and spot my phone on the nightstand. Happiness fills me when I notice a bottle of water with a small sticky note and a protein bar next to it. My fingers grab the paper, and my grin grows wider after reading the short handwritten note.

Need a new reason to win the last race of the season. See you at practice. ~ Juni

Ifeelliketheworld's worst boyfriend as soon as I step inside the pristine visual arts center I didn't even know existed. Because most of my time would be spent at the advanced sports and wellness facility, I didn't bother to remember anything about the rest of campus after accepting the residency.

When the sports director walked me through the area, rattling off facts and telling stories about certain buildings, I feigned interest. My focus was on the job. Anything else didn't matter.

But shame fills me when I realize the exhibition will be absolutely nothing like an elementary art show. Brightly colored paintings shine dramatically against the open lobby's clinical white walls and flooring. While the polished exterior and clean design presents a professional aesthetic, the space is inviting, casual, and warm.

A steady stream of students and faculty members filters through the lobby. Animated conversations and gestures and even the soft tap of shoes against the glossy linoleum flooring hum with excitement. Volunteers eagerly hand out pamphlets before greeting well-dressed guests.

A sigh of relief escapes my chest after noticing I'm not the only one in business casual attire. I may be wearing my best pair of dark jeans, but at least I threw on a nice black sweater. My first choice was a hoodie with the school name written across the chest.

Why the hell did I think Juni and her peers were just capable of crayon—and maybe color pencils—drawings when I know she's capable of so much more? When I've seen her previous work? Do I really think so little about art? Maybe I'm not as cultured as I thought.

God, I really am a selfish asshole.

I really need to see a therapist because Juni deserves better than me.

Technically, I'm not her boyfriend since we haven't had that mature, adult conversation about our feelings and stuff. I haven't spent the night at her place all week since she's been preoccupied with opening night.

Even without the flirty texts and the cute banter at practices, I know everything is good between us. The last thing Juni needs in her busy life is a guy whining for her attention. But I can be there for her when she wants to vent or voice her concerns over other projects.

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