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Isaac

I ’d severely miscalculated.

When I’d been pissed at Tovah the other night for her reticence in sharing about herself—and at myself for the way her presence had turned me completely pussy-whipped—I’d decided I needed to punish her. And from the way she’d reacted in her journalistic ethics class, it was clear public embarrassment was the best punishment for her. Sure, it got her off, and she seemed to have something of a humiliation kink, but if anything, being turned on by her own shame made her hate the experience even more.

So even though the purchase of the sexy maid costume had originally been meant just for me to enjoy, I’d decided to make her wear it to the hockey house party.

But what I hadn’t considered was what having her wear something so damn slutty in public would do to me. It somehow hadn’t occurred to my moronic ass that putting her in a skimpy, frilly little outfit would mean that every fucker at the party would be able to stare at her bare skin. That her gorgeous, heavy tits—usually only on display for me—had been served up for all my teammates and whoever else had shown up at this damn party.

It only took twenty or so minutes before I was dragging her out of the room and up the stairs, determined to get her under me and remind both of us who she belonged to.

You’re jealous. Is it because you’re starting to care?

I wasn’t. I couldn’t be. Jealousy and caring would mean I wanted her long-term, and I couldn’t have her long-term. Not with my family and the danger that followed us. No, I wasn’t jealous. And I’d fucking prove it to her.

But first I was going to come down her tight little throat and remind her of her place. Coming might happen faster than I’d intended, because the feel of her throat squeezing the sides of my cock was almost more than I could take. Couple that with knowing she couldn’t fight me, and fuck, my spine was tingling, and my balls were as heavy as rocks. I’d only thrust a few times, and I felt out of control.

What was it about this girl that made every time feel like the first time? Not just with her, but the first time, period. Like I was a virgin all over again.

I stared down at her, lost in her angry but turned-on brown eyes. I stroked her face, marveling at her silky skin, needing this contact between us. It must have been too much for her, because she closed them.

Nope.

I wasn’t letting her stay distant from me, from this. The more I got my hands on her, my cock in her, the more I needed her open, vulnerable.

Mine.

“You open those pretty eyes and keep them on me,” I ordered. “Or I’ll shut your nose again and you’ll pass out with my cock down your throat.”

Her eyes popped back open, and the helpless rage in them made me even harder.

But it wasn’t enough. No, I wanted her truly helpless, wanted her to fight her body and lose.

Withdrawing, I rose off her chest. It took some awkward maneuvering, but moments later I was turned around, with my back to the headboard, still on top of her, but this time facing her pussy. She’d started struggling again, trying get away, but I surrounded her, covered her. She wasn’t going anywhere. I pulled up the frilly skirt of the maid costume. And yeah, I’d been right; the little black thong was soaked. It only took one pull to rip it in two. There was her bare, glistening pussy, just begging for me to get my mouth on her.

Ah yeah, I was hungry.

But first.

Some more awkward maneuvering, but then my cock was back in her mouth.

“You ever done sixty-nine before, Tovah?”

She gurgled something around my cock, making my spine tingle again.

The thought that she had made me ragey.

Nope.

I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t jealous. She was wrong. So I felt a little territorial, so what? It was normal, probably—even though I’d never felt that way before.

Besides, no one made her come the way I did. And when I was done with her, no one ever would.

With that thought, I shoved my face in her cunt at the same time I thrust my cock deeper in her mouth, sliding down her throat. My balls rested on her nose and cheeks. I went to town on her, alternating between licking gentle circles around her clit and shoving my tongue deep in her pussy, over and over but with no particular rhythm, surprising her each time. She began writhing underneath me, so I moved my arms, gripping her thighs and holding her still. I was rewarded almost immediately by a flood of arousal from her as she soaked my face and filled my mouth with her taste, sharp, sweet, and raw. And when she started moaning around my cock, making the whole thing vibrate in her throat—well, I gripped her poor thick thighs tighter in an effort not to come.

I’d probably leave bruises. Good. She’d be reminded of me for days after.

Her little clit was like a tiny, hard cherry, ripe for picking. Sucking it between my lips, I forced it out of its protective hood and then began stabbing and lashing at it with my tongue, working it so hard, her whole body stiffened, and then I heard a muffled scream.

Ah, yeah. She’d come.

She wasn’t done, though.

I kept up with torturing her poor clit, adding in little nips with my teeth, knowing I was hurting her at the same time I was pleasing her. She came again, her throat working around my cock, and I must have had some superhuman strength because somehow I didn’t follow her over. Her thighs were quaking between my hands, but she was pliant enough that I could remove one hand from her thigh and slide it between her legs, stuffing two fingers, then three, inside her pussy. I was in the wrong position to fist her, unfortunately, but she was still clenching tightly around my fingers, and that had to be enough for now.

It was; she came again, a third time, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. I was distantly aware I was thrusting wildly into her mouth, and my body was possibly crushing her, but based on her clenching, trembling cunt and throbbing clit, she hadn’t passed out or died, so we were okay.

Besides, the muffled sobbing sound, and whatever begging words she was trying to say were vibrating my cock so hard I didn’t have a goddamn chance. Lifting my head from her clit so I could focus on my own orgasm, I shoved my cock even deeper down her throat, my balls and spine literally burning. The little brat’s teeth closed around my cock. It wasn’t painful. In fact, the extra pressure and the threat of it unleashed me. Losing all control, I released everything inside me, including one, terrifying word:

“ Mine .”

Dazed, I withdrew from her mouth and dropped a soft kiss on her mound—a bit of tenderness I couldn’t resist giving her. Rolling off her body, I collapsed on the bed, trying to slow my rapid, heaving breaths.

Fuck.

As I recovered, two thoughts occurred to me:

She’d bit me, even after I threatened her. And that meant a punishment that fit the crime. The fact that I’d also bit her didn’t matter.

And, worse, I’d called her mine . And I had to do everything I could to prove to her that wasn’t true. I might own her, but that mine had meant more than ownership—because what I hadn’t said, but I’d thought, was, yours.

She was going to hate me for what came next. But as my father said, you can’t warn people about consequences and then not follow through, or they’ll think you’re full of empty threats.

Climbing back off the bed, I pulled my boxers and jeans over my wet cock before reaching for her. She was half asleep. The multiple orgasms had taken a lot out of her. Even though I shouldn’t, I gave into what I wanted, leaning down and pressing my lips to her hair.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled against my chest.

“Good. Because you used your teeth, little snoop, and you know what that means. I warned you about your punishment, and I can promise you this: You really aren’t going to like this one.”

And with that, I scooped her up, and carried her out of my bedroom, down the back stairs, out of the house, and into the night, ignoring the party still happening and the loud voice in my head warning me that I was about to make a huge mistake.

* * *

I’d had to throw her in the trunk again. Fortunately, I’d tied her up her arms and legs with a couple shirts, and gagged her with that little black thong. I just had my car fixed and my taillights replaced; I wasn’t going through all that again. It had been hard enough to explain the first time.

When we arrived back at campus, it was midnight. The quad was empty and almost pitch-black, so I had to use the flashlight on my phone to light my way as I opened the trunk and boosted a struggling Tovah into my arms, carrying her down the path to the statue of the founders.

Reina University wasn’t the first Ivy to accept women. That was Cornell. But Reina was the first, and only, of the Ivies to be founded by women. No wonder why we’d been named queen in Spanish.

Arms linked, heads thrown back in frozen laughter, the statue stood in the middle of campus. Right now, their stone eyes watched me, creeping me out as I lowered Tovah to the ground in front of them. If I believed in ghosts, I wouldn’t be surprised if the long-dead women decided to haunt me for what I was about to do.

Grabbing a Swiss Army knife I’d had in the center console, I sliced down the middle of the maid costume, tearing them off her body until she was naked and shivering before me. Restraining her with one arm, I worked the rope I’d had in the trunk around her waist, one, two, three times, before tying it off so she was trapped between the two stone women, facing the quad—and whoever might pass.

I doubted anyone would. There was no reason for anyone to be around this late at night. The goal wasn’t for her to get hurt, but it was to scare her into obedience. And prove that I wasn’t jealous, that I didn’t care. Because if I was, if I did, I’d never do something so heinous, would I?

This is a mistake , the voice in my head warned again, louder this time. I did my best to ignore it.

I tried to ignore her, too.

“Isaac, don’t you dare fucking do this,” she warned through the wet thong I’d stuffed in her mouth. I had to lean in to understand her. “I swear, you leave me here and I’ll never fucking forgive you.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you bit me,” I told her.

If I were honest, I wasn’t only doing this to scare her. I was doing this because she’d scared me. Sixty-nine shouldn’t have been so intimate. I’d done plenty of it over the years. But when I’d had my cock in her mouth with her pussy on mine, it was like she’d sucked out part of my heart and soul, and I’d lost not just physical control, but emotional control, too. For fuck’s sake, I’d called her mine. Thought of myself as hers. I didn’t know where it had come from, but I had to put some distance between us and regain my power, my control.

The beast inside me was pissed. He didn’t like this. He did not want anyone else to see her naked, not even stone statues. He agreed with Tovah. Her naked body was for me alone, no one else. He didn’t want her hurt, either.

Which was why I had to do this. To prove to myself I didn’t care.

I walked away, trying to block out her screaming after me, making sure I was out of sight, before I went to find a place to hide. Not that I cared, but just to be cautious, I’d stay in the shadows, watching to make sure she was safe.

For a while, no one came. I shivered, shirtless, knowing that Tovah was probably freezing. Every part of me wanted to go untie her and carry her away, take her somewhere warm and safe. But I didn’t let myself. This was as much a punishment for me as it was for her. Because it made my chest hurt, knowing how scared and helpless she must be right now. Because I’d been in her position, once: tied outside in punishment, not knowing who might pass by or what they’d do. Knowing that my inner voice was right, and this was not something I’d be able to come back from. She and I had been growing closer, and this would only succeed in pushing her away—for good.

I waited, watching. No one came by, but the seconds ticked by, slowly and torturously. Twice, I’d had to stop myself from going back to her. Untying her. Dropping to my knees and begging for forgiveness.

She must be cold. It was still early spring. What if she got sick?

Finally, eons later—although it was only ten minutes—I decided I’d had enough. I’d proven my point. She knew I didn’t care. And it was time to take her home.

But I heard a voice.

A male voice.

“Well, what do we have here? Some dumb little senior prank? Or a gift? Don’t mind if I do,” some asshole said.

“Help!” Tovah screamed below her gag.

“Help,” I’d screamed, tied to the tree and forced to watch as my father held the gun on the young boy whose father had killed my mother. His men jeered at me, and I’d never felt so helpless or ashamed. I couldn’t get free, couldn’t do anything, trapped under rope and my own powerlessness as my father raised the gun.

“Real men shoot,” he said. “Babies watch.”

And then he pulled the trigger, and all there was, was blood.

No.

This was not the man I was. And I wouldn’t put her through the same kind of pain I’d been put through.

Who had I become?

“Help!” she cried again.

It didn’t matter if she was yelling for help from me or from the assholes in front of her or from someone else. I was already running toward at a breakneck pace. I didn’t even take a second to look at the guy who had dared to even taunt my woman, much less touch her.

I tackled him to the ground, throwing punch after bloody punch, more vicious than I’d ever been on the ice. This guy was my enemy, he’d threatened her, and he was going to fucking pay. I didn’t see what I was doing, because my vision was in a red haze.

“Don’t.” Punch.

“You.” Punch.

“Ever.” Punch.

“Fucking.” Punch.

“Touch.” Punch.

“Her.”

Someone was screaming.

It was Tovah.

I looked down. I was covered in blood—my fists, my bare abdomen. The guy beneath me was groaning and begging for me to stop.

So at least I hadn’t killed him.

Rising to my feet, I tried to ignore the carnage in front of me, immediately going to Tovah and untying her.

She was freezing. I covered her in the shirt I’d tied around her ankles, lifting her in my arms and carrying her toward the car.

“Isaac, what is wrong with you?” she cried. “You—you hurt me and then, and then…you have to go back. We have to go back. He’s not okay.”

“I’ll call 911 from the car,” I said. I didn’t give a shit about the guy I’d beaten. I should, and on some level, I was concerned about how little I cared, but that was an issue for later. Taking care of Tovah was for now. “I need to get you home before you get sick.”

Opening the passenger door, I carefully placed her in the seat and buckled her in, hating the way her body was wracked with shivers. Hating that I was the reason she was shivering. I’d never fully accepted myself, but I’d never loathed myself like I did in that moment. If anyone deserved to be beaten to a pulp, it was me.

No time for that right now. Going around to the driver’s side, I cranked the heat to its highest setting, letting the car warm up.

I’d never known I had a heart until those quiet minutes in the car, because as Tovah sobbed quietly in the passenger seat, my heart shattered into tiny, painful pieces. I reached my hand out for hers automatically, and she snatched hers away, moving as far into the passenger side door and as far away from me as she could, like she needed distance between us.

The small shards of my heart stabbed into my chest at her understandable rejection of me. I’d gone too fucking far, and I had no idea how to make up for it.

Someone tapped on the driver’s side window.

Shit.

I turned to address whoever it was…

…only to see Aviva standing there, glaring at me with utter disdain and disbelief in her eyes.

Double shit.