Page 186

Looks like sweet little Haven was thinking about me. Tucked in warm and tight in that sorority house bed I put her in. Maybe even touching herself the way I’m about to.

@lee.haven

It’s the least I can do.

I open my messages, reading through the texts Haven sent me last night.

My eyes narrow when I check the timestamp.

What is this girl doing texting me at midnight? She should have been sleeping. I didn’t get her into that sorority so she could party all night.

No.

I put her there so I’d know exactly where to find her when I wanted her.

@rooke.bastian

You were up late last night.

Breaking curfew already?

I doubt she’ll even be awake, especially after going to sleep past midnight. But I wait for my message to be delivered, absently stroking my cock.

One tick.

Two.

A second later, they turn blue, then she types out a response.

I smile, the hand on my cock gripping tighter as I work my shaft.

@lee.haven

Kinda early to be bossing me around.

Guess it comes naturally to you boomers.

How easy it is for her to forget that she’s speaking to a teacher, not one of her friends. Although judging from the response I got from Hillary yesterday, Haven doesn’t have any friends. She didn’t even know who I was talking about when I was arranging Haven’s boarding.

@rooke.bastian

Just looking out for your best interests, dearie.

@lee.haven

Call me that again and I’ll block you.

@rooke.bastian

You should.

I’m a bad influence.

I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock again. My crown is already tingling, pressure building, so I go even slower, edging myself.

Is she still in bed?

She doesn’t have any cute pajamas, so I’m assuming she’s wearing one of those large, stretched out t-shirts she had in her car. The ones I had laundered because they reeked of poverty. And because my sweet girl deserves clean clothes that smell just like mine.