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“Professor Patton,” I whispered, chest heaving, “wh-what does my necklace mean?”
He stared up at me through his brows and spread my pussy lips apart with his fingers, his tongue flicking over my sensitive clit repeatedly. I arched my back and moaned softly, desperate to hear the words roll off his lips.
“Is it a collar?” I asked.
A low growl escaped his mouth, and he sucked my clit between his lips. Hard. Another wave of heat rushed through me, and I reached down to push on his shoulders. Not because I wanted him to leave me alone, but because the pressure was suddenly building.
I squirmed in his hold, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to come like this. He had made me come in so many positions, so many ways, but my mind was buzzing with what this necklace meant. He hadn’t answered me yet.
Would he even answer me at all?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to—”
Before I could finish my sentence, pressure pooled in the base of my core. I curled my toes and stared down at his mouth sucking on my clit. His lips were latched on to my cunt, his hands holding my thighs apart.
He gazed up at me, as if daring me to continue my sentence. I had apologized so many times during the first night of class, when he had brought me into one of those glass rooms and forced me to touch myself for him.
At that time, I didn’t think I’d be able to do it myself, but he now dared me to say that he wouldn’t be able to make me squirm, scream, and come; that he didn’t have what it took with his mouth; that he wasn’t willing to eat my pussy for hours, days even, to satisfy me.
“Professor!” I cried out in pleasure, grasping the back of his head with both my hands and pressing my cunt against his mouth. Pleasure exploded through my core as my legs trembled uncontrollably.
“The necklace,” he mumbled against my clit, “means you’re mine.”
31
steven
After everyone stepped out of class, I helped Sierra pull her clothes back on and gave her privacy to gather her belongings. I needed to find my damn sister because we had a big fucking problem.
I caught a glimpse of her freshly dyed purple-brown hair across the bar and stormed toward her, grinding my teeth. She flirted with Frank Freddrick, a regular at the club, and one of his few wives.
“Oh, look who it is,” Michelle said, smiling at me. “How was class?”
“Fucking great,” I said, snatching her elbow and pulling her to the side of the room.
On our way, she downed her drink and set it on a table, where someone was bound to knock over the glass.
“What the fuck did you tell Sierra?”
Michelle played dumb and twirled her finger around a strand of her hair. “Oh, nothing.”
“Diamond necklace? Collar? Does that jog your memory?”
Someone had told Sierra about collars, and I would’ve bet that it was Michelle. It had to be.
“I just asked her if the diamond necklace you make her wear during your class is a collar,” she said, placing a hand on her chest. “I don’t think the poor thing even knew what it meant. Did she ask you about it?”
I gritted my teeth. “It’s not a collar.”
“Mmhmm.”
“It’s not.”
“And you two aren’t a couple then?” she asked. “You wouldn’t mind if she explored a bit more with other doms who might want to collar her? Because if not, I saw Frank staring her down when she walked in with you earlier.”
My head snapped to Frank, who stood at the bar, watching Sierra at the door. I balled my hands into fists and gritted my teeth. While Frank respected boundaries, there was no fucking way that I would let him near her. Not a fucking chance.
“Exactly what I thought,” Michelle said.
