My cock slides in and out of her throat in a torturous rhythm, her sounds vibrating all the way down
through my balls. When I come, I don’t let her pull away. I make her take it all and swallow, gripping
her hair and cursing out my release.
Cursing the way that it feels.
I wish she’d never stepped foot in my class. Never caught my eye.
This beautiful fucking poison.
She’s going to ruin me.
I pull away and zip up my pants, running a hand through my hair. Calming myself before I turn my
attention back to her.
The sensible part of me wants to tell her to leave. That I’m done with her. I’ve had enough.
But the sadistic part of me knows that I can’t.
It will never be enough.
Because I need to ruin her too.
“Did you like it?” I ask her. “Do you like being treated like a whore? That’s how it will be with
me.”
She smiles again and licks her swollen lips. “I think you already know the answer to that, Mr.
Vaughn.”
I take a seat at my desk and tell her to crawl to me. She does it. Just like that.
Double fuck.
I pull her up into my lap and kiss her. Sweet this time.
She melts into me and whimpers. Her body is a live wire right now. On the threshold of explosion.
Just a single touch from me could do it.
“You aren’t going to come today,” I murmur against her.
She blinks up at me and the fire returns to her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I took you and made you mine, Chloe. You want to play the game with me, you have to play by my
rules. You don’t get to play with yourself unless I tell you to.”
She bites down on her lip and I expect an argument out of her. But instead, she just nods.
Exactly the way her father trained her to.
Jesus Christ.
This is beyond fucked up.