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“But he tried to, and you thought about letting him. That’s enough for me.”
“Silvan, I did not,” she says, yanking at her wrist with renewed force since she knows if I get this one secured, she’s fucked.
Literally.
“Silvan, please…”
“Now, you might not be as enamored of your professor now that you know you were just one planned exhibit in his collection, but I’m guessing you don’t want me to frame him for rape.”
“You’re sick,” she hisses.
“Perhaps. But who would believe you?”
Her face goes white.
A pinch of regret squeezes me. It’s the truth, but perhaps that was a little far.
“What reasonable man would go to such efforts to frame some random professor of a class he doesn’t even take? It doesn’t make sense, Sophie. And sure, you could claim it’s jealousy over you, but we only met this past weekend, and I don’t have a history of doing deranged things in fits of jealousy. I could come up with plenty of girls to attest to my lack of jealousy when I was with them. The truth doesn’t check out, and I assure you, by the time my family’s lawyers chew up the facts and spit them back out, not a soul will believe you. You might even start to doubt yourself.”
I don’t enjoy when she stops fighting me now, but she knows I have her.
The cuffs are secured, both literally and figuratively.
Her watery gaze meets mine and she whispers, “Why are you doing this to me?”
I trace the curve of her jaw with my knuckles. “I think I’m in love with you.”
The news doesn’t seem to please her.
She swallows and watches me carefully like I’ve just said something crazy.
I suppose that’s fair.
“I know, it’s fast,” I tell her as I move down the bed, spreading her smooth legs and feeling a burst of annoyance when I realize she must have shaved before she came to see him. I’m a little rougher when I strap the cuff around her leg, then lift it so I can attach it to her wrist cuff.
“Silvan, what are you doing?” she asks, her voice wobbly with concern.
My gaze flickers to her.
The only clothing left on her body is the pink lace bra that matches the panties she took off.
I’m not sure I believe she’s the sort of girl who matches her bra and panties when she doesn’t intend for anyone to see them, but the sight of her naked and vulnerable, tied up and nearly ready to be used for my pleasure… well, it soothes the sting of whatever she might have been considering.
After tonight, she’ll damn sure know what I expect of her, and if she’s smart, she’ll fucking obey me.
With so much of her body exposed, I can’t resist running my hand over her smooth stomach. She draws in a breath when I do, and a surge of excitement shoots straight to my cock.
I don’t have her other leg secured yet, so she’s not entirely helpless, but I’m impatient and can’t resist a little taste to hold me over. I grip her free thigh and lean down, ignoring her cry of protest and covering her pussy with my mouth.
She squirms to try to get away so my fingers bite into her flesh. I flick her clit with my tongue and enjoy the breathless cry that escapes her when I do.
This is going to be fun.
Once I’ve had a little taste of her pussy, I unlatch and finish restraining her, knowing once I do, I can help myself to her body, and there’s not a damn thing she can do to stop me.
I debate whether or not I want to put the ball gag on her. I brought one just in case, but I enjoy her little mewls and cries so much…
Then again, now that she knows I’m taping her to frame that fuck DeMarco, she might make sure to use my name a lot so I have a hell of a time editing the footage.
