Page 17 of Spearcrest Knight

It probably feels different today because we’re alone, and the wine is clouding my brain and my senses are filled with the sweet smell of her, like warm vanilla or molten sugar. And her cheeks are smeared pink and her big brown eyes are wide as they stare up at me.

I have her at my mercy. Isn’t this what I wanted?

Anything past this would be sheer indulgence.

Time to get a hold of myself.

“I don’t want you to lick my boots, Sutton, or anything else you’re thinking of,” I say with a smirk, letting go of her face. “I want you to do my Lit assignments for me.”

She looks furious, and her fury is more satisfying than if I’d grabbed her and kissed her full on the mouth. Blood instantly rushes to my cock.

“You want to blackmail me into doing your homework for you?” she says, voice shaking with anger.

I shrug and lean back against the kitchen island.

“It’s in your interest to do so. Otherwise, everybody’s going to realise pretty quickly we’re lying about the tutoring.”

She glares at me but doesn’t say anything.

“Fine,” she finally grinds out. “I’ll write your essays.”

“Good girl.” I pat her head, her hair soft as silk under my fingers. “Make sure they don’t sound too much like you wrote them, alright? We’d both get in trouble if we got caught.”

She smiles mirthlessly, pulling away from my hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they are still underwhelming, lacking in perception and riddled with errors.”

“Why must you try to hurt my feelings?” I ask, tilting my head. “Play nice, Sutton. We’re making a deal and helping each other out, after all. Let’s shake on it.”

She hesitates but sticks out her hand in a comically formal gesture. I take it in mine. It’s surprisingly cold, but I’m more surprised at how strong her grip is.

“You have my back, and I’ll have yours,” I say, peering deep into her eyes and seeing nothing even close to trust there. “Alright?”

“Right,” she says, a slight curl of derision on her mouth. She tries to pull her hand from mine, but I keep holding on, pulling her closer.

“Allies?” I ask sweetly.

As if. Being allies with Sophie Sutton is like trying to pet the wolf you’ve kept caged and starving for years.

“Sure,” she snaps.

My mind scrambles for an excuse to keep holding on to her hand, to keep her close, to keep her in my house. But she gives me nothing, she just watches me blankly as she waits for me to release her.

“Anything else you want?” she snaps.

“Mm, no, Sutton—why? What are you offering?”

She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t take the bait. “If you don’t want anything, then can you let me go, please?”

I don’t need Sophie knowing how much I like keeping her close. She’s already unbearable enough as is, she doesn’t need any sort of ammunition against me.

So I let her go, follow her to the front door, and watch her leave. As soon as she’s disappeared down the long drive, I slip my hand down the front of my pants. I’m not as hard as I was before, but I’m semi-hard.

I shrug. Maybe I’ll spend this precious alone time jerking off.

Jerking off to the thought of Sophie Sutton on her knees on my kitchen floor, licking something other than my boots.

Freddy

Sophie

---