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Those big green eyes of hers shine so brightly and only encourage my fucked-up behavior. She makes a gagging sound as she chokes on me, and I’m so gratified by it that I hold myself there at the back of her throat until she struggles for air, her hands pushing against my thighs. The fearful haze that fills her features makes my blood sing. I crave her fear like an addict craves his next hit. After a few seconds, I pull back, and that’s when she pulls away altogether. I let her go only because I want to see what she plans to do next.

Saliva dribbles out the side of her mouth, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are blurry with fresh tears. She’s so fucking beautiful, and she doesn’t even know it. Swiping at the side of her mouth with the back of her hand, she peers up at me remorsefully. "I don’t want to do that again. I thought you were going to choke me to death. You know I have no experience with any of this.”

“Okay, well if you don’t want to choke on my cock, then stand, lift your dress, and bend over. I’ll take your ass instead.”

She shakes her head frantically, blond pieces of hair flying. The fear reflecting back at me isn’t fake.It’s real.She knows that I’ll do whatever I want to her, but she also knows that I don’treally want to hurt her. Not truly. Which is why beneath that fear, I see desire, red-hot desire. “No.”

“A hole is a hole, flower. Choose before I choose for you.”

She releases a ragged breath and appears to be talking herself up because a second later, she takes me into her mouth again. I smile and sink my fingers into her hair, gently stroking her while also holding her in place as I lift my hips, fucking her face slowly.

Little gag sounds escape her, and saliva dribbles from the corner of her mouth and onto my jeans, but she doesn’t try to fight me. I swipe at the tears as they trail down her cheeks and thrust faster and harder.

"You’re such a good girl, taking my cock into your mouth and letting me fuck your throat. But you better work faster. I can feel the wheel starting to move."

That frantic look appears again, and she ups her pace, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks harder. My abs contract as the pleasure builds in my gut.Fuck me.Little by little, the anger she stirred to life fizzles out, and all I can feel is her and the pleasure she gives me.

I lean a little forward, using my abs to keep myself up. "Faster, Bel. If I don't feel my cum hit the back of your throat, we'll do it again until I do. I don’t care if we have an audience or not."

The wheel lurches once, and I smile as her hot, wet mouth moves frantically over my length. If we make it to the bottom with her still sucking me off, then we do. I know she doesn't want anyone else to see what I reduce her to. How she becomes workable clay in my hands at the mere mention of being owned, especially now that I know this is what she wants, that even as afraid as she acts, parts of her crave this. Crave me.

Her tongue swipes over the head of my cock while her mouth suctions against me, squeezing the fuck out of me. So tight and warm.Yes. Fuck yes. This is what I needed.

I sink farther down on the bench. "Are you wet for me, Bel? Does sucking my thick cock make your pretty pussy weep?" She rewards me with a tiny moan, and more tears track down the apples of her cheeks, carrying with it a line of black mascara. I’d love to go all night with her, but I can feel the tension building. I’m close now, lucky for her.

I piston my hips, forcing myself deeper into her mouth. Each thrust is hard enough that she makes little mewling noises as I curve down the hot channel of her throat. Her nails dig into my skin, hard enough to puncture, and the rush of pain that sears across my flesh only turns me on more.

Fuck yes. Faster. Harder.

The wheel moves again, our bodies swaying slowly, but I don't stop. I'm so close to the edge. I can feel her struggling to pull away, and I grab onto the back of her head and press her face against my base, holding her in place.

“Not so fast. I don’t care who sees us. We aren’t stopping till I fill this pretty throat with my cum, so you better keep going.”

Her loud gag resonates through me, and the tightness in my balls threatens to make me explode. “Your mouth is perfect, even if I wish I was fucking your cunt right now.”

She lets out what sounds like a growl, but continues her quick pace, and I let it carry me higher and higher until I explode. Fisting her soft strands, I go off like a rocket and come hard with a groan, shooting my release down her throat. Her movements slow, and I hold her in place, making certain she gets every drop.

The look of disgust on her face is enough to make me smile, and I cup her by the cheek gently. “Don’t make me take you over my knee and spank your ass, Bel. Swallow my cum like the good girl you are.” She wrinkles her nose, struggling to swallow, but eventually does.

When I've finished, I pull out of her mouth completely. I notice a little cum leaking out over the tip, and I nod to her. "You better lick it off.”

All she does is glare at me and swipe her tongue over my sensitive crown. A shiver ripples through me. She’s so obedient when she wants to be, and other times, she’s like a kitten ready to attack.

"Good girl. Pull up my pants, then sit back down beside me. I'm not done with you yet, my wicked wallflower."

Her eyes are hazy, and there's a flush to her cheeks as she stumbles on her knees, her fingers slipping over the button. She wobbles as she stands and then all but sags into the spot beside me. I peer over at her. Her dress is wrinkled around her thighs, and her hair is a mass of tangles and curls. I love the way she looks right now, used and abused.Mine.

A tiny drop of my seed sits at the corner of her mouth, and I grow hard, wanting to take her again. She sits quietly, almost too quietly, beside me, and this moment gives me time to think about what she said, of how she went on that date to make me jealous, make me see her. Truly see her. I guess she got her wish. Because now I do. Every depraved thing in her mind. Everything she keeps hidden so well. She’s told me she hated me so many times, but it’s apparent now that she’s growing to like me, and I don’t know if I should be angry or proud. Worse yet, I don’t know how her liking me makes me feel.

Of course, there’s some type of emotion there for her, but I can’t pinpoint it. I don’t want anyone else to have her, but I wouldn’t call myselfherseither. I don’t have girlfriends. I don’t even have fuck buddies.

The wheel finishes its round, and we stop at the platform. I stand and adjust myself before we step out, Bel first, then me. I nod at Nash, who gives me a smile as we pass by. As expected, Bel takes off on a dead run, disappearing into the masses.

Now that I’m calmer, and my thoughts are less red and murderous, I can make better choices. As the hunter, I prepare myself to capture my prey. Clearly, there is still a lesson to be taught. I head after Bel at my own pace. There's nowhere else for her to go but back to her dorm. She’s trapping herself, and if she thinks she can escape me, then she doesn't know me at all.

I’m not even winded as I shoulder my way through the rest of Oakmount’s student body. It doesn't take long for me to catch up with her. I let her stay ahead, but smile every time she glances over her shoulder and catches sight of me. If I didn't know better, I’d say she looks scared,trulyscared, like that first night, and it suits my mood just fine. This is how I prefer her, my little flower.

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