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“As repayment for your petulance, you will suck me off.” Her eyes go wide but I don’t give a fuck. She’s going to learn I’m in charge here, and she will do as I tell her.
Straddling her body, I run my cock between her breasts and she tenses. “I’m… I’m not…”
I grip her chin and force her mouth open, keeping her from talking. Fuck, I want to harm her and love on her at the same fucking time. I don’t understand my mixed emotions at the moment, and I’m not ready to dive into them, so I push them down and shove my cock into her mouth.
“If you bite me, I’ll make you regret it. Nod if you understand me.” I watch her eyes widen even more and wonder if this is going to cause her trauma. Then I remember I don’t give a fuck and start fucking her mouth.
There’s a slight nod as I bottom out in her throat. “Goddamn, buttercup, that feels good. Swallow for me.”
She’s gagging, but I’m not stopping. I feel her throat constrict and pull back a little only to thrust right back. The choking sound and the restriction of her throat throbs around my cock, and I take her head fully into my hands and face fuck her like she’s a two-bit whore from the streets.
“You’ll never go to another fucking party. Ever.” I’ve lost my grip on my control as I pinch her nose and hold her face all the way down on me. She’s jerking against the bed, but it doesn’t matter. Jasmine is mine to do with as I like, and frankly, she’ll get used to it.
Or at least that’s what I tell myself to assuage my fucking guilt that’s trying to rise. “Such a good little girl, taking my cock and not trying to bite me.” Honestly, she is being good, and I should back off, but I won’t.
Looking down at her, she closes her eyes as her cheeks flush and her lips stretch wide over my cock. Her button nose is stuffed into my skin, and I push her deeper. I hear the whimper from her, but all that does is make me want her more. Taking one long pull out, I shove right back in and come.
“Swallow it down.” My sweet buttercup does exactly as she’s told. I’m proud of her, but this isn’t about pride. It’s about learning a goddamn lesson.
Slowly, I remove my cock from her hot little mouth. “You were born to suck a cock, Jasmine. Damn, that was one of the best fucking blow jobs I’ve ever had. But your punishment isn’t over.”
My stomach burns as she tries to shy away from me. Her entire body is shaking as I remove myself from the bed and zip my pants up.
“Are… are you going to…” She can’t even finish her questions.
“No. I’m not going to fuck you. Not in this dorm room at least.”
Her visible relief makes me feel like a goddamn villain. Before I can talk, my phone goes off with a tone that’s only for campus security.
“Well, it seems like Coach Landrey has taken care of the boys for me.” I chuckle as I get text after text about what’s going on.
“Looks like you’ve been saved by the bell. Literally, buttercup.” I untie her and know I should do some aftercare for her. She’s new to all of this and I’m not exactly a soft man. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for it.
“Do not leave this room unless I give you permission. You have no classes today, that means your ass needs to be in here doing homework.” I kiss her forehead as she pulls the clips off her nipples and moans in pain.
“Be grateful they weren’t the real clamps, Jasmine. They are much worse, and I would have kept them on you a hell of a lot longer.”
Once she has the covers over her body, I walk out the door and send a message to Laura.
Me:Meet me in my office at four. We need to discuss what happened at the Kappa house.
Laura:You know what happened.
Me:Four.
I don’t feel like I need to further explain myself. She’s either there at four or I will
suspend her ass.
Chapter Twelve
Asthedoorclicksshut, I burst into tears. I can’t believe he had me tied down—or that I was dreaming he would make love to me while I wasn’t able to touch him. Everything hits me at once, and I can’t handle it.
Getting up, I walk into the bathroom and look at my bruised nipples. I didn't realize this area is so sensitive. Or that I would like Chris pinching my nipples so much.
I turn the shower on and step into the cold water. Shivering, I wonder how I can be at war with myself. On one hand, I want Chris to be the monster. On the other hand, I need him to be nicer. To cherish me so I’m not second guessing myself every time I look at him.
Shaking my head, I step out of the shower after washing my still overheated body. Once I get dressed, I look for my phone. There’s an email from my mom and a text from Tia asking me if I’m alright. I don’t want to face anyone right now.
