She whimpers when I tighten my fingers around her throat.
"I'm sure Harvard would never take a student with a sex tape, now would they? It just so happens that Sebastian's dad is very close friends with the dean, and I'd hate to have it land in his email alongside your interview submission. I told you to never underestimate me, Valentina. My reach goes further than you could ever imagine."
The tears flow freely from her eyes now, and for the first time, I see pure hatred in the depths of the stormy blue irises.
"That wouldn't even be the worst thing I could do to you. Trust me when I say, there's nothing more I would like to do than to see you go down in flames. But, I'm enjoying this game far too much to end it now."
I let go of her throat and climb off of her. She sits up abruptly, but makes no move to flee.
"Come here," I tell her as I rise from the bed and stand on the side. I start to unbutton my jeans, and her eyes widen. "Didn't ask, Valentina. Now. Do you really want to continue to do this the hard way?"
She pulls her plump, pink bottom lip into her mouth, trying to contain her tears, yet failing.
"Please don't do this."
I lean forward and my fingers lace into her long, dark hair at the nape, and I pull her toward me. I'm not gentle, and I don't fucking care. She winces and lets out a faint whimper.
"Take my dick out."
Looking up at me through thick, dark lashes, her eyes widen unbelievably.
"I'm not touching your dick," she scoffs.
I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her closer.
"Valentina, my patience is wearing thin. Take my fucking dick out."
She pauses only momentarily, as if waiting for me to say I was only kidding when I commanded her to touch my dick.
“You can’t actually think I’d willingly touch you, Rhys. I’ll bite it off. Try me.”
Leaning down, I yank her head up by her hair so hard she winces. “Do you really want to see just how serious I am about this, Valentina? Seems ignorant of you to so easily give up your dream of Harvard.”
She scowls before lifting a shaking hand, then fingers my zipper lightly, slowly pulling it down inch by inch until my jeans hang open, low on my hips, exposing my black boxer briefs. I reach behind my head and pull the hoodie and T-shirt off, and toss them aside.
Her eyes travel the length of my torso, hesitantly, timidly, like the little lamb she is. She takes in the dips at my hips, the tattoos, and continues upward until she pauses at the silver barbells in my nipples. Sucking in a sharp, shaky breath, her fingers dip into the waistband of my briefs, and for the first time in as long as I can fucking remember, my dick is hard, on its own accord, without me forcing anything. Without having to squeeze my eyes shut and imagine anything but the girl who’s on her knees in front of me.
My fingers are still laced within her hair and I give her a threatening squeeze.
"Do it, Valentina."
"I-I don't even know what to do, Rhys. Please, let me go and I'll never even look at you or your friends again. I’ll go back to being a nobody and you can never think of me again. Please."
"It's not rocket science. Do it. You're not the valedictorian of one of the most prestigious schools in New England for nothing."
Without another word, she squares her shoulders, and reaches into the waistband of my briefs. The soft, warm brush of her fingers over the skin of my bare dick is enough to almost cause me to groan out loud. This is supposed to be about power. Making her submit. Punishment for her wrong doings, but somewhere along the way, the line has become hazy.
I don't take my eyes off of her as she takes my dick into her hand, hesitantly, then drags her eyes back up to meet mine. She takes me into her fist and squeezes tightly.
"Try anything with my dick in your hand and I'll have the dean on speed dial before you can even blink, little lamb. Everyone at St. Augustine will know what a little slut you're being in here on your knees."
I know she's thought of it. I would've too.
"Here's how this is going to go. You're going to suck my cock, like the good little whore you are, and then you're going to leave. With my cum on your lips, my face in your nightmares, and an insatiable fucking ache between your thighs that no one but me could ever quench." I bring my thumb to rub along her bottom lip. Dragging it across the sensitive flesh and dipping inside her mouth until it's flat against her tongue.
"Suck."
She does as she's told without being told twice, and sucks my thumb deep into her warm, wet mouth. I push back farther until she gags around it.
"Consider this your lesson; now you know what you're doing."
Glaring up at me, she pulls my dick out of my briefs and I push them further down my hips until they're down to my knees, along with my jeans. She finally looks down at my cock and her eyes bulge out of her head.
"I… That… I can't fit your…” she stutters “…into my mouth. Your dick is pierced!"
"Wrap your lips around my cock, Valentina. The piercing does not prevent you from putting me down your throat," I tell her, pushing her head toward my cock. I'm tired of talking. I'm tired of giving her time she doesn't deserve.
I take my cock into my hand—it’s so hard it fucking hurts—and rub it around her lips that are tightly closed. Slowly, she opens her mouth and takes my head into her mouth. Torturously fucking slow, she slides her lips down my cock. The soft, velvet touch of her tongue rubs against the sensitive spot around my head, dancing over the barbell of my frenum piercing, and this time I do groan.
She stills, removing her mouth from me.
"I'm sorry… I… I've never done this."
"Stop talking."
I lift her off the bed, and walk backward until the back of my knees hit the plush chair situated in the corner of the room. I fall back into the chair, bringing her with me, tucking her between my legs. I'm fucking impossibly hard, and I want her mouth on my dick before the little amount of patience I've awarded her is gone.
She makes no move to grab me again until she sees the look in my eyes, a mixture of horny and murderous, one more than the other.
Her lips wrap around my head and she sucks, then brings her fist to wrap around me. I thread my fingers in her hair, and push her down on my cock until I feel the warm flesh of the back of her throat. It feels like heaven, if it was an actual fucking place to go.
A sin worthy of a thousand deaths. I'd gladly burn for this.
"Remember this, little lamb, tonight… when you're tucked away in the false sense of safety of your dorm room. Whenever no one is around. You slip your fingers into the cotton of your panties, and you think about me while you fuck yourself."
With that, I use both hands to wrap around the hair against the nape of her neck, and I shove my cock down her throat. She gags when I hit the back of her throat, but she tries to take me all of the way. Over and over, I fuck her throat, until she's gagging on my cock.
"You like my cock down your throat, don't you, Valentina?" I pull her off my cock and stand, leaving her on her knees before me.
It's the most beautiful fucking sight I've ever seen. Mascara runs down her face in a messy trail of tears, saliva coats her mouth and runs down her chin from taking me down her throat over and over. I guide my cock back into her mouth and squeeze my eyes shut when I hit the back of her throat again. My hands find her hair once more, and I'm thrusting harder into her mouth until I'm fucking her throat. Every time she gags against my cock, it makes me harder, sends me closer to the edge. She tries to pull away when I go too deep, but I shove her back down on my cock, not letting up even when she heaves around me.