Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“You said you wanted to protect me.”
“Maybe I lied.” I wouldn’t let anyone touch him, but that wouldn’t keep him afraid.
“Randall is scared to even look at me.”
“Good. I don’t want anyone looking at you.”
He smiled. “You don’t?”
“No. I want to be the only one with that privilege.”
“I knew you were the possessive type. What would you do if I was with another man?”
The thought made me want to tear something apart. “You don’t want to know. Don’t test me.” He licked his lips. He was getting off on my threats. “You really don’t want to see me that angry with you.”
“Aren’t you angry now?”
“I’m angry at myself more than anything.”
He frowned. “Why? You—”
I didn’t let him finish. “This is nothing compared to how angry I would be if you let someone else fuck you. You started this, but you’re mine now.”
“Show me.”
I took hold of his T-shirt at the neck and ripped it down the front.
Alex’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck.”
“Off.” I pushed the remainder of the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. He wiggled enough to let it drop to the floor.
I laid my hands against his pecs and slid them downward. When I pinched his nipples, he gasped, then said, “Harder.”
I did as he asked, and his whimper made my dick jump. “You like pain?”
“I… I guess so.”
“You haven’t tested it before?”
“N-no.”
I smiled. “I have.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re so out of your depth with me.”
“I don’t care.” The shakiness of his voice told me he did.
“That makes it even more fun.”
I popped the button on his pants, pushed the zipper down, and then shoved them over his hips, pushing them until they caught at his knees, trapping his legs together. I teased him, running my finger around the waistband of his briefs. His breath was coming fast now, but it hitched when I slid my hands in and cupped his ass. His warm skin felt delicious. I would love holding on to his firm cheeks while I fucked him or while I drew his cock into my mouth, sucking him dry, or spread his cheeks to taste his ass and eat it until he cried. There were so many ways to torment him.
I pushed his briefs down, and when his cock sprang free, I sucked in my breath. It was hard and dripping. He whimpered again, and I brushed my thumb over the slit, capturing a drop of precum. His mouth dropped open, and I brought the digit to my mouth so he could lick it off.
I let my gaze run over him. He was nearly naked and at my mercy. I wanted to taste every inch of him, his defined abs, his desperate cock, those thickly muscled thighs, and that round ass.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered.
“What?”
“You heard me. I want to watch.”
“O-okay.” He was thrown off, uncertain. I liked it.
He slid his hand along his cock, slowly, looking down and watching it. More precum gathered at the slit.
“Harder. Like if you were alone. Like when you were lying in bed, thinking of me.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re gorgeous. I want to watch you.”
He started to lift his leg. “I’m… Can I take my pants off?”
“No. Stay just like that. You can’t move. You can’t go anywhere. All you can do is what I say. Jerk off for me.”
“Yes, Professor.”
That goddamn submissive, innocent tone he used made me remember I shouldn’t be doing any of this. If I had any sense, I would have sent him home. I’d make him pay for teasing me like that.
He worked his cock faster, much more the way I imagined him stroking it if he were alone.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
When he did, there was fear there in his eyes, but he didn’t look away. He held my gaze as he kept going, moving his hand faster and faster.
“Please. I… I’m going to come if I don’t stop.”
“You can go a little longer, but you absolutely cannot come.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think I can.”
“You’ll learn you can do whatever I ask.”
“Are you always this…”
“Evil? Yes.”
He frowned. “I don’t think you are.”
“I can be kinder, but I’m angry tonight. You shouldn’t be here, and I can’t stop myself. I’m going to punish you for that.”
“Please. I can’t.”
I wasn’t giving him any mercy. “Faster. Grip yourself tight.”
He whimpered, but he did what I said. I could tell he was close. He was flushed across his chest, his neck, and his cheeks. His breathing was ragged, his movements jerky. Could he hold off a few more seconds? I made myself wait before I stopped him.
His teeth sank into his lip, and he groaned.
“Stop,” I ordered.
He dropped his hands to his knees and bent over, gasping for breath. “I was right there. I thought I was going to come.”
“You’re a good boy. You held yourself back.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “Thank you.”