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What was I thinking?
Taking an achingly deep breath, I barely let my head drop forward. “Of course,” I said tightly. “I’ll see you in class.” She scurried away before the words were fully out.
“God, she’s so weird,” Cassandra muttered, her words nearly inaudible, but I heard them clearly enough.
Slowly, I turned to look at her, the stench of coffee lingering around us. Despite the clothes I was planning on changing into, I knew it would follow me around, reminding me of the first moment I felt Winona’s body against mine.
I wanted to break Cassandra with my words, slash through whatever barriers she’d built over her privileged life for talking about my sweet little fawn like that. But I paused.
“Weird, in what way?” I inquired, finding myself wondering if it was a harmless phrase or if she knew something about my little fawn that I should also know.
Her shoulder lifted in a delicate shrug, and she folded her arms over her chest, still watching Winona’s shrinking form as she hurried closer to the English building. She yanked the door open, barely giving us a backward glance before disappearing inside.
“She’s just…odd. I went to school with her,” she said, sliding her gaze to me. I tried not to look like I was hanging on every word. “Her parents died when she was young, and afterward, I don’t know. She closed up even more than before, and every year since, she’s just gotten weirder and weirder. Always by herself. Always lurking around, scurrying from one place to another. You saw how she was.” She threw an accusatory hand out, and I took a deep breath. “Scared of her own shadow.”
“How old was she when they passed?” I asked, even though I knew I shouldn’t. I was prying into Winona’s private life, but I’d long since given up the facade that I cared about boundaries.
Cassandra looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes skyward. “We were in middle school, I think. So, twelve or thirteen, maybe?”
I sucked in a sharp breath. She was a baby when she lost them, a pain no one that young should ever experience. Is that why she was so shy? So skittish? Maybe I could peel back her layers and find the real Winona under all the sad, mournful trauma.
Opening my mouth to ask another question, Cassandra cut me off, “Would you like my coffee?” She held it between us, her lips tugged up in a smile. She was trying to look shy, but it was all wrong. It was forced. I could feel it—the desperation to play this game of cat and mouse with me.
The coy student innocently flirting with her professor until the tension grew so thick, they snapped. It was a game I’d played for years. I’d perfected it. But it wasn’t her I wanted to play with.
“I’m fine,” I said, politely ignoring the extended cup. “Thank you. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to my office before class.” Crestfallen, she nodded.
“I’ll see you in a bit, then.” She looked almost reluctant to move away, so I did it for the both of us and strode down the sidewalk to the building. I could feel her eyes stabbing into my back with every step.
Chapter Four
Walking into my office, I slammed the door behind me, my chest heaving with my labored breaths. I needed to get myself under control before class, but I was finding it nearly impossible. It was like all my restraint had been used up yesterday while I tried to control my erection and tried not to jack off to thoughts of her.
But now I knew what her body felt like, even for a brief moment. Her large, soft breasts had pressed against me, the feel of them making me feral. Leaning back against the door, I rested my head against it, still trying to catch my breath.
What would it be like to feel all of her? By nature, I liked to dominate women. I liked to control them. I liked to bend them to my will, watch their skin turn red with my marks. I liked everything about owning their bodies. But my little fawn was different.
I wanted to do all those things to her—watch her mouth overflow with my cum, watch it drip down and soak into her skin. I wanted to watch her beg and cry for release, but I wouldn’t allow it. Not until I was satisfied. Maybe not even then.
But after all of that…I wanted to carry her to a warm bath and gently bathe the drool and cum away. I wanted to massage the ache from her joints and comb the mats from her hair. I wanted to bundle her up and put her to bed safely beside me, where I could read to her until she fell asleep. And then I’d watch over her, protecting her, making sure she never had a day that wasn’t perfect.
I wanted to own every inch of her body, but more than that, I wanted to own her life. Her soul.
I wanted to devour her.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d never felt like this toward anyone, but for some unknown reason, this girl was consuming me. Obliterating my control. She was making a mockery of it and had no idea.
So the little control I had left, I had to hold onto.
Undoing my belt and the button on my pants, I shoved them off my legs. My damp skin prickled when the cool air hit it, and I gritted my teeth. All I wanted was to reach down and grip my cock, to stroke it until I came harder than I ever had in my life. But that would be the opposite of me holding onto the semblance of control, and I ignored the urge.
Instead, I went to my desk and yanked open the drawer, shoving shit aside until I found what I was looking for. The thin rubber felt smooth and cool between my fingers, and a moment of doubt flitted through my mind.
This would hurt like hell, but what choice did I have? It was either this or go to class with a hard cock I couldn’t hide.
Dropping my briefs, I took a deep breath before spitting in my palm. I glided it over the hot, throbbing skin, watching it glisten in the light. An involuntary groan left me as I stroked myself again—no, I couldn’t get off track.
Letting my spit lubricate my shaft, I slid the rubber band down to my base. It was tight and squeezed to the point of pain, but I left it there, watching as blood rushed into my cock. Slowly, it began softening, but the need to come didn’t diminish.
