I grab her by the arm and shove her toward her first class in the interior design building. Like a good puppet, she doesn’t speak.
When we’re outside the door, she pulls away from me, but I snag her back. The hallway is busy, and it’s a perfect time to take what I’ve wanted all damn morning. She spins toward me. Soft tits collide with my chest. I reach down, cup the back of her neck, and kiss her.
Softly. Tasting her deeply. Taking it in like poison that I know will kill me later.
Every memory I have threatens to surge to the surface, but I shut that shit down and step back. She stumbles forward, as if wanting to go further with me, her eyes as dazzled as mine.
“Get to class,” is all my husky voice manages to say.
Her eyes widen in response, but she doesn’t protest. Only turns and heads inside. Just before she enters the room, I flattenmy palm and smack theshitout of her little ass cheek hanging out of her skirt.
Lips pursed into a tight knot, she glares at me but doesn’t squeal.
I smirk. “Good girl.”
Everyone in the hall takes notice, and I nod at several passersby. A few of theThetasin the building give me a high-five.
I’m able to make it to my statistics course on time. But cut out early. Sprinting back across campus, I make it appear as if I’m not out of breath when Ashlyn exits her lecture.
The next class? I do the same. And the next, until we have a break for lunch.
For this, I place her in front of me in the line, grabbing a tray and setting food on it. Her jaw lowers in protest at what I’m selecting, but she doesn’t make a sound. I remove a big slice of cake and put a pile of prunes on instead. A grilled cheese? That’s replaced with boiled chicken.
Every replacement lands me a brighter flush to her cheeks as frustration inflames her entire figure.
“It’s healthy,” I tell her. “And I’m now in charge ofevery fucking thingin your life, baby girl. You’ll thank me later when you have energy for the afternoon.” I almost feel bad about the cake…But then I remember what she did to me. I grab it, stuff it all in my mouth, then head to the checkout to pay for our food, smiling through sweet morsels.
She crosses her arms, as if she’s about to revolt, but decides better of it and trails behind me.
I place our trays at my table, already filled withThetas, including Tade and Lan. Hailey Twinston scans us cautiously, and Elowyn scoots over to give us room. But there’s no Sutton.
“What’s good?” Lan asks, arching an eyebrow at Ashlyn suspiciously, but he quickly darts his gaze up to the ceiling.
“Just a regular day. Oh, everyone? This is my new pet, Ashlyn Donovan. Say ‘hi,’ baby girl.”
Her pink lips stay sealed shut as she turns her focus toward me, checking to see if I mean it. When she doesn’t speak, I smirk.
“What a good dog. Ashlyn doesn’t talk. She obeys like the perfect fuck doll she is.”
Hailey’s sharp look snaps toward Ashlyn, but she closes her mouth, thinking better of what she was about to say. She sinks into her chair with an expression of desperation.
“Got her trained well, Cardell. Does she do any tricks?” oneThetaasks.
Tade shakes his head slowly with a silent chuckle.
I dig into my pocket and hit the button for Ashlyn’s vibrator. Her fork filled with broccoli stops mid-air as she squirms. Stoically, she shoves the bite in and chews like it’s difficult. So I increase the level.
“Yep. She comes on command.”
Several of the guys snort chuckles, eyes glued to her.
“Wish I had one of those.”
“What else does she do?”
“Can we make her in a factory?”
“Isn’t she the one who lost the poker bet?”