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He makes quick work of unbuttoning my jeans and slipping his hand inside my panties, where he finds me soaked. “Fuck, baby.” His lips press against the shell of my ear. “You’re dripping.”
I shudder as he strokes through my folds, circling my clit just enough to make my thighs tremble. “So wet for me. Is this all from sucking my cock?”
I nod helplessly, back arching into him. “Yes,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl.” His free hand cups my jaw and he strokes my bottom lip with his thumb before pressing inside. “You were so good for me. But you must know…” His thumb drags down the center of my tongue, slow and possessive. “These lips? They’re mine now. And they only touch me. Tell me you understand.”
His fingers keep teasing—circling, stroking—but never delivering the friction I crave. I whimper, grinding against his hand, but he tightens his hold, keeping me pinned in place.
He pops his thumb out of my mouth and drags my saliva along my lips. “Say it and I’ll give you what you need.”
I’m panting now, thighs trembling from how close I am to the edge. “Please…” I beg.
The pressure on my clit stops completely, and the ache nearly undoes me.
“I understand,” I breathe, desperate now. “It’s yours. I’m all yours.”
His mouth crashes into mine in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growls, and plunges two fingers inside me.
I gasp into his mouth as he starts thrusting them deep, curling just right. His thumb finds my clit again, this time unrelenting. The pressure builds fast—white-hot and all-consuming. His lips move to my neck. It’s all too much.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, pinching my clit between his fingers. “Don’t hold back.”
The coil inside me snaps. I cry out, body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “You’re so perfect, Olivia. You’re absolutely perfect for me.”
He says it with so much sincerity, I almost believe it too.
Later that night, the drive back is quiet, filled with a sense of contentment that settles over me like a blanket. The world outside the car seems distant, but right here, beside him, everything feels vivid and clear.
THIRTEEN
nathaniel
The soft purrof the engine fades as I ease my Aston Martin into the parking space. The rhythmic pulse of campus life surrounds me—students chattering as they cross the quad, the faint rustle of autumn leaves swept by a chilled breeze—but all of it blurs into the periphery as I glance down at my phone.
A flicker of satisfaction unfurls within me as I open the tracking app. Her location appears instantly, a pinpoint of precision glowing on the map. The tracker is nestled within the delicate diamond pendant, a silent guardian veiled as a gift.
The thought of it brings a sense of control that borders on euphoria—a reassurance that wherever Olivia is, I will know.
Protection,not possession.
A justification as practiced as it is genuine.
She doesn’t understand the world the way I do, the risks that lurk just outside the familiar. This is not about trust. It’s about safeguarding what ismine.
Stepping out of the car, the crisp air bites my skin, sharpening the edges of my awareness.
My shoes tap softly against the pavement in an even rhythm, each step synced with the pulse in my chest. The app glows on myphone, the dot unmoving. Exactly where she should be. I slip the device back into my pocket, letting a dark smile curve my lips.
As I navigate the familiar path toward the heart of campus, my mind drifts to her face—to the expressions that are vivid in my memory. The furrow of concentration as she flips through notes or the absentminded touch to the necklace that now binds her more tightly to me.
With each step, I replay the past few weeks, how meticulously I’ve positioned each move, orchestrating her dependence while keeping my intentions cloaked beneath affection and care.
The way she leans into me now, seeks me out—it’s more than desire. It’s proof that control, executed correctly, can be indistinguishable from devotion.
Today is another step forward. I’m close to the certainty I crave.
