Her mouth parts, and then she closes it again, realizing that I’ve told her to keep quiet. Good girl. I know that tying a girl up with neckties is cliché, but I don’t have anything else right now. I can always fix that later.
I wrap a tie around each wrist and attach them to my headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to make sure that she knows that she’s not going anywhere.
“Tell me you’re mine, Juno.”
She closes her eyes, and even though she flushes red, she says it, “I’m yours.”
“Good. And don’t bother to hold back with the screaming. No one will mind.”
I grab condoms from a drawer and drop my jeans to the floor. I have plans for this girl, and my first plan is to make her scream. Tossing the condoms onto the bed beside her, I grab her thighs and pull them apart. “What are you doing?” she gasps as I pull her panties down her thighs.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I tell her before I lick into her. Juno’s pussy is soaking wet, rich and sweet and drenched with that perfect flavor. Holy shit.
I’ve never been shy about eating pussy—I love it and the sounds that go along with it, but Juno takes the fucking cake. Hell, she practically tastes like cake. She moans, and all the blood in my body floods to my dick. Even with her hands tied, she’s squirming so much under my mouth and tongue that I have to hold her down.
Using my tongue, I ravage her clit. Circles and figure eights before dragging it down and fucking her with it. She goes even more liquid, her body utterly melting under my mouth.
Mmm, I love the way she tastes, and I get to have it any time. Juno is pulling against the ties on her hands, and I wonder if they were free if she’d be running her fingers through my hair. I might like that.
Bringing up my tongue to her clit again, I work underneath it in smooth, even strokes until she’s gasping. Writhing. Moaning. Begging. And I give it to her. I push her over the edge until she’s shaking, coming all over my mouth and I drink her down.
And then I do it again.
Just like I told her that I would I push her into a second orgasm so that she’s moaning louder. Not screaming yet, but we’ll get there, and I love feeling her shake underneath me. “Malcolm,” she says, yelling into the room as I drive her over the edge a second time.
“I told you I would make you scream.”
She sighs, body relaxing. “I’m not a screamer.”
“Not yet,” I smirk up her body.
I make note of her eye roll. I’ll have to punish her for that later. Delicious punishment that will be far more fun for me than it will be for her.
“Time for your first lesson,” I say, shoving my boxers off. I crawl up her body until I’m straddling her chest, my cock practically resting against her lips.
Juno’s eyes are glazed with lust, and the way she’s tied underneath me is exactly the way that I imagined it this morning. I can’t stop now. Not when I’m so close.
“Lesson?”
“In how to suck my cock like the good pet you’re going to be,” I say. “Now open.”
She does, and I feed myself to her. Inch by inch until I can feel the back of her mouth. “First lesson is that you’re going to have to practice,” I say. “I want you to be able to take all of me. No. I expect you to learn to take all of me. So we’ll be practicing. Understand?”
She nods, and with her mouth stretched to the limit around my shaft she looks so fucking hot I can’t actually comprehend it. I pull back take my cock out of her mouth, replacing it with my balls. “Suck them.”
I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of her soft, warm mouth wrapped around me. God, it feels so good. “Lesson two,” I say. “My balls like to be warm, and it’s your job to do it when I ask. Though if you do it without asking, I’ll be very happy.”
I replace them with my cock again, and her eyes flutter closed. “I think you like my cock in your mouth, Juno.”
She just confirms by sucking harder. “Let’s practice a little more before I make you scream.”
9
Juno
If someone had told me three days ago that I’d be tied to a bed, full of orgasmic bliss, being taught how to pleasure the man I’ve given myself to, I would have told anyone that they were crazy.
But here I am, and everything about me is drenched in pleasure. And he’s pressing further into my mouth. Oh god, I’m full of him now the way I want to be full of him below.
Deeper and deeper her presses in, and I hold it. I hold it longer than I thought possible. Until I can’t breathe. Looking up at him, I barely care. Malcolm naked is a glory that I can’t believe that I get to witness. I know that I saw it last night, but up close it’s entirely different. Cut muscles and smooth skin everywhere. Dark eyes awash with animal lust and that utter confidence that somehow manages to undo me completely.
When he pulls back, I’m gasping, almost more turned on than when he made me come. My pussy is soaked again, and I don’t have any doubt that I’ll be leaving a wet spot on his sheets.
I want to reach for him. Run my fingers along his skin and explore him, but when I do my hands are bound and another burst of white heat flares through me. Malcolm smirks down at me. “I think you’re ready.”
“I’ve been ready,” I say.
He slides a condom onto his cock, and then he’s moving me again. Huge, strong hands grip my thighs and press them up and open. Until I’m nearly folded in half and the entrance to my pussy is on perfect display for him.
“You’re so wet that you’re glistening,” he says, dragging his tongue across me in one lick. “I love the way you taste.”
Just the fact that he said that has me flushing with utter embarrassment, but I still love it. Still can’t believe that I’m doing this. Still impossibly happy that I am.
Malcolm fits his cock against my entrance and eases in. Just like with my mouth, he’s easily the biggest I’ve ever had inside my pussy, and I groan from the stretch. It feels fucking amazing, but I have no idea how he’s actually going to fit inside me. And I don’t even realize that I said that out loud until he answers.
“Oh, I’ll fit, Juno. If I have to wait for you to relax after every inch, I will, but I am going to be balls deep inside your pussy.”
As soon as he says it he slides in another inch because of the burst of wetness that those words create. Holy shit. He’s so long that it feels like he’s in me a mile and he’s still pushing in. I’m almost too full. It doesn’t hurt—it aches in that way that’s good and bad at once, and I squeeze down on him which makes him curse.
“Do that again.”
I do, and he thrusts a little deeper. And deeper still, until I feel it. He’s buried to the hilt, all the way inside, and I can’t breathe. The air in my lungs feels impossibly short, and it has everything to do with the fact that I’m impaled by Malcolm’s massive cock. I can’t move, pinned by him and my arms bound. All I can do is feel and surrender to it.
Because I’m his.
The words seem like a perfect rhythm to match my pounding heart.
I’m his. I’m his. I’m his.
Malcolm is perfectly still, holding himself deep inside me, and as he stays there, I get used to him. Suddenly it feels right and perfect to have him there and I want more. Movement and even deeper penetration.
But he doesn’t move, still.
He kisses me. Softly at first and then harder. He rocks his hips in time with his tongue, building the momentum and the pleasure. It spins inside me and grows, because that’s all my body can do. I’m in complete overload. Every nerve is firing, trying to handle everything he’s making me feel. And he’s barely started. I have a feeling that I’m going to be completely and thoroughly fucked by the time that this is over.
Harder, he moves, slowly pulling back and pushing in, gaining speed and power until he’s slamming into me and not holding back. I’m lit up from the inside with fireworks, and I’m so close to it that I might give him what he wants and actually scream when
he stops completely.
I don’t know how he did it, but he did. I’ve never thought a man could just…stop like that. He’s still buried in me, balls snug against my ass and the head of his cock so deep even the smallest movement makes me shiver in pleasure.
“What did I say your job was as my pet?” he asks.
The words are deceptively soft. Like velvet. I have to get the question right. I know it.
“I do what you tell me,” I say. “When you tell me to do it.”
“Or in some cases,” he says, thrusting once, “what I tell you not to do.”
“No…” I say, suddenly putting the pieces together.
Malcolm’s slow smile has my toes curling and my stomach dropping all at once. “Yes. You’re mine, Juno, and that means your pleasure is mine too. You’re not going to come unless I give you permission to do so.”
“That’s not fair,” I say.
“I think it’s completely fair,” he says, grinning.
I moan when he moves his hips. “That’s because you’re on the good end.”
“Can’t argue with that,” he laughs. “You can ask me, but you need to be prepared to hear the word no. Because asking doesn’t mean I’ll say yes. I’ll say yes if I think that you deserve it.”
Fuck. I hate that I think this is so hot. And I hate that he knows it too, because I’m suddenly drenched, my nipples achingly hard. And the way his smile turns sharp, there’s no chance that he misses it.
He starts fucking me again, and it feels like just because he told me that I couldn’t, suddenly I’m on the edge of orgasm and about to blow over. God, I could just let go. But I don’t. I hold on like my life depends on it.
“Please,” I moan, voice jagged from the force of his thrusting. “Please let me come.”
“This time,” he says. “Yes.”
I fall into fire and pleasure and a storm of everything. A shout comes out of me like I’ve never heard before, unleashed from a place deep inside me. I’ve never come so many times so close together and it’s unleashed something in me. Something bright and brilliant and loud. Maybe Malcolm will turn me into a screamer after all.
He groans, pushing harder and faster until he pushes one last time, holding himself deep. His cock jerks inside me as he comes, every muscle taught as he’s stretched above me. He looks so good, lost in his own pleasure before he release my legs and eases down onto me. We’re still connected, and Malcolm kisses me.
It feels like a drug that I can’t get enough of. I could get lost in his kisses forever. When he pulls back we’re both panting. “How did I do?” I ask.
He grins. “On what?”
“The lessons.”
Malcom chuckles and kisses me again. “You did really well, pet.”
“Good.”
Slowly, he extracts himself from me and grabs the water bottles that he brought with him when he came upstairs. “Always need to hydrate after sessions like that.”
I laugh. “Is this what I can expect from every time?”
“Yes.” His face is entirely serious.
“Okay.”
He does crack a grin then. “I take my sex seriously.”
“Good,” I say, then I slip off the bed and grab my phone. There’s a text from Bailey groaning that she had to do it, but she did drop me off some clothes and my shower stuff. “And now, I’m going to shower,” I tell him. Because I haven’t showered since before the party and I need the sweat and everything off me.
He pulls me close and kisses me hard. Heat spooling through me. “Have fun in there.”
I put on my clothes, and find the bag with the rest of my stuff right outside Malcolm’s door. Which means that someone in the house probably heard him fucking me, just like he said that they would. I fight off the blush, because I have a feeling that I was louder than I even realized I was. The whole house probably heard me.
I find my way to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. In the mirror, I look…nothing like myself. I’m messy and flushed and bright eyed, and I look…happy. Weird. But for now, I’m not going to question it.
But could I really enjoy this? Living in a house with people that purposely and intentionally destroy their bodies on a daily basis just for kicks? It goes against everything that I stand for. But I don’t think that Malcolm had been drinking at the party, and so far he seems responsible. If I see otherwise, I can leave at one of our checkpoints. I like that if it’s too much, I have a way out.
I’m just going to hold for the ride and enjoy the week. We’ll see what happens next.
10
Juno
College is certainly different than I imagined it would be. I’ve packed some of my things and basically moved into Malcolm’s room. The rest of my stuff is waiting to be picked up at the end of the week when we see whether or not I want to stay.
My classes are hard, but I love immersing myself in the world of nutrition. There’s nothing more important than taking care of yourself, and I explained that to Malcolm when he asked about my major a couple days ago, in the aftermath of taking me from behind until I was a puddle and a mess.
After he found me on campus and dragged me into an empty classroom between my classes to give me a healthy dose of pleasure. He’s done that every day this week after asking for my schedule. Whether it’s for me to suck him off and give him pleasure, or for him to hold my hair and finger me until I can no longer speak, all the while looking into my eyes.
That was one of the hottest events of my life, and I never ever want to forget it. That, and the way he constantly plays with my hair. He played with it the other day while we caught our breath. “How are your classes going?”
“You care about that?” I asked.
“Of course. You live in Granite House, and even though we’re known for partying, I still hold everyone to a high standard so that they’re a good reflection on me and the legacy.”
I rolled my eyes. “The legacy of massive ragers and drunkenness?”
“Exactly.”
“Nice.”
He smiled. “I’m serious though. You’re majoring in nutrition. How is it going?”
“Good,” I said. “I think that the classes are going to be hard toward the end of the semester, but I like them a lot.” I liked the way his arm was casually around me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. This wasn’t what I had pictured, being his, but I liked it. Even if he had instructed me to clean up the house the day before, and the kitchen later tonight. I didn’t mind. So far from what I had seen the house wasn’t overly dirty. Not like the horror stories of frat houses that I had heard about. Malcolm ran a tight ship.
“Why nutrition?”
I blushed. “You really want to know?”
“Of course. I never ask questions that I don’t want to know the answers to, Juno.”
“Okay,” I cleared my throat. “It’s a little bit of a story.”
He stroked his hand down the center of my chest between my breasts. “I’ve got time.”
“My mom’s sister,” I said. “Marcy. She and my mom were really close, and I was really close with her too.”
Malcolm’s voice is surprisingly gentle. “Was?”
“She died three years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
I fought against the ache in my chest that always appeared when I talked about her. “It’s okay. She had an auto-immune disease, and it was kind of an anomaly. But one of the only ways that she could feel okay was through her diet. No alcohol, no sugar, nothing. And there’s more people like her. Even if you don’t have a disease, I’ve seen what it can mean to take care of your body. Or what happens when you don’t.”
Malcolm didn’t interrupt me, so I kept going. “It’s why I don’t drink, or do any kind of drugs. I don’t understand why anyone would do that to themselves voluntarily. You were given this amazing fucking thing to take care of and you just…destroy it.” I stopped, hauling in a breath, and Malcolm is smiling.
“Sorry
,” I said. “I just get a little passionate about it.”
“I like it,” he said. “You should be passionate about what you want to do. Otherwise, what’s the point?”
“Yeah,” I said, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sometimes people think it’s a little weird that I am so over-the-top into nutrition and health. Especially Taylor. She thinks that I’m a bore, and that we should be using our time in college to have fun and go crazy before we have any responsibility in life. But I just don’t see it that way. We have time to prepare ourselves for the world and we need to take advantage of it. Not waste it doing pointless shit.
“Well, that’s why.”
He nodded. “That’s a good reason. Make sure to keep up with all your work.”
“That might be hard if you keep grabbing me and fucking me.”
Malcolm grinned, and I got distracted by the dimples in his cheeks. He’s so handsome it’s just not fair. “If you have schoolwork that you need to do, that’s a priority,” he said. “Make sure I know.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me that you’re going to prioritize my schoolwork over sex?”
His eyebrows matched mine, and he faked horror. “You think that I wouldn’t?”
I just stared at him, and he laughed. “Fine, you caught me. I’ll still fuck you, but I’ll make it shorter.”
“That sounds more like it,” I said, smirking.
“Besides,” he said, “I think you’re starting to enjoy it.”
I hesitated. “Maybe.”
His only response was to roll on top of me and test how thoroughly I had been enjoying him and his attention.
Now, as I wait in line for my coffee between classes, I keep looking around for him. He’s been sneaking up on me in these short breaks and I never know when it’s going to happen. But this seems like exactly the time he would do it.
I have anatomy in about fifteen minutes. Just enough time for him to strike. And sure enough, a hand curves around my waist when I’m looking in the other direction. “You still don’t manage to see me coming,” he says.
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