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I turn my back and nod.
“Fine,” I rasp.
I hear her move behind me, and when she brushes past, the scent of strawberries and cream hits my nose. Just as she’s about to leave, I call out.
“Don’t make me wait too long, Avery.”
Her eyes are wide with surprise, but she nods with understanding before leaving the classroom.
“Fuck!” I yell, spinning around and banging my fist against the whiteboard mounted on the wall.
Why couldn’t I just lie and tell her love was an option? What’s that saying? Fake it until you make it? I’ve seen plenty of women fake being in love before. How hard can it be?
Not hard, but it would be wrong. If I demanded honesty from Avery, then she should expect the same from me. Our relationship must have a strong foundation of trust, and promising her something I might never give her weakens the core of our relationship.
For the rest of the day, I go through the motions as I wait for Avery’s decision. How long will she need? I’m not a patient man and I’m craving her like my next meal. I want her in my bed, under me, over me. I want to reach out and take what is mine whenever I please.
When my last class ends, I’m filled with anxiety and need. I’m ready to head into Boston to a well-known kink club just for a fix when my phone buzzes.
Avery: I’m terrible at math and you’re asking me to give up my tutor.
Me: I’ll tutor you every damn night while I drill my cock into you.
Avery: I guess that’s one way to learn…
Me: Don’t get smart with me, Avery. I’m coming unhinged. What’s your decision?
Avery: I’m not sure, but I’m willing to let you fuck me again.
Me: That’s not how this works, little girl. I won’t lay a finger on you until I’m absolutely certain you’re mine.
Avery: I’m yours, Samuel. Don’t make me regret it.
I smile because I’ve won the first of many battles.
Me: Then you’d better be waiting outside of my apartment when I get home, dirty girl. Daddy is aching to be inside you again. On your knees. And you better not wear any panties.
Avery: Yes Daddy.
My fingers fly across the screen as I text my address to her. I shove my phone into my pocket and sling my leather bag across my body.
There’s a lightness in my step as I walk across campus, and it’s all because of her. Avery. My dirty girl.
