“I don’t give a fuck, little girl. You’re myproperty. Door. Open.”
Fortunately, he stands in his bedroom while I use the toilet, but as soon as the sink kicks on and the shower, hereappears, leaning against the doorframe with an icy expression.
I toss my hair over my shoulder to see why my neck hurts so badly. Not only is the new collar thicker, but it also has aThetaembossed into the leather, and the initials AIC are branded across the front.
A small red spot underneath my ear catches my eye, and I gather up my long strands into a ponytail. There’s a surgical slit with a stitch of thread beneath the lobe.
“What is this?” I ask, eyes narrowing.
“Your tracker.”
I whirl on him. “You put atrackerin me?”
It comes out like I’m shocked. And angry… Yet I feel comforted by the fact that he’s keeping his eyes on me.Everywhere.
In two steps, he’s in front of me, his big body pressing mine into the counter behind. He grabs my chin and lifts it to face him. “It seems you can’t be trusted to not go running off wherever without telling your owner. So…I will treat you like the dog you are.”
He releases me with a shove toward the steaming shower, and I gasp.
“Wash up, baby girl. I don’t like my property dirty.”
Scowling, I get into the hot water while he leans against the far wall and watches. I don’t do a normal wash-up. Nope. Instead, I drop the soap. Letting it slip down between my legs until I bend over, giving him the full show.
When I wash my skin, I take my time to caress it like it’s delicate silk. The steam clears from the glass for long enough that I flinch to see Aiden standing so close to the entrance.
His fist is wrapped around his cock, the reddened head dripping with pre-cum, and he strokes himself rapidly. “Keep going,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
Satisfied with myself, I do. Washing my hair with my armsup, tits exposed, and with every motion, his face grows tenser, taut. Until I’m rinsing my hair, head back in the water, and a hand grips the front of my collar and pulls me down.
As I gasp, my open mouth is filled with his hot length. Stuffed full until I gag on the tip, which spurts reams of Aiden’s salty cum directly down my throat.
“Look at me, baby girl. Look in my eyes as you swallow me.”
I do, the heat between my own legs pulsing erratically. Wantonly. Being beneath Aiden Cardell and holding his power against my tongue makes me feel like I could control everything abouthim. Especially given the lust that coats his face.
“Goodgirl,” he breathes out, long and low. “Finish up and let’s go.”
With that, as if the moment has passed, and he’s done using me, he steps out and allows me to dress on my own.
Striding across campus attached to his arm in a tiny summer floral dress, organza floating with every autumn breeze, is no easy feat. Fortunately, I only have two weeks left of his punishments.
And my heart thuds hard with desperation, wondering what I’ll do after that…
“You made me wear a thong under this!” I sneer as some of the guys we pass watch me try to stuff the garment between my legs. “And no coat! My nipples are going to freeze right off.”
Aiden’s glance toward my tits results in a small smile. The biggest I’ve seen cross his face in days. “Yep. That’s the plan.”
In front of my classroom, I shove his grip on my shoulders aside, but he pulls me in for another searing kiss. It’s another stamp of ownership, nothing more. No emotion behind it other than rage and possession.
And, sure enough, when I turn around, lusty and dizzy, he swats my ass loudly. His signature send-off.
This goes on all morning. Aiden meets me outside myclasses, his arm around my shoulders, escorting me around like a handler. In between, he steers me to the next building and forces me to tell him things like:
“What did you learn in the last hour?”
“I’m not playing this game with you,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“That was algebra, right? What did you learn?” He ignores my exasperation.