Page 61 of Heartless Game

Besides, no one made her come the way I did. And when I was done with her, no one ever would.

With that thought, I shoved my face in her cunt at the same time I thrust my cock deeper in her mouth, sliding down her throat. My balls rested on her nose and cheeks. I went to town on her, alternating between licking gentle circles around her clit and shoving my tongue deep in her pussy, over and over but with no particular rhythm, surprising her each time. She began writhing underneath me, so I moved my arms, gripping her thighs and holding her still. I was rewarded almost immediately by a flood of arousal from her as she soaked my face and filled my mouth with her taste, sharp, sweet, and raw. And when she started moaning around my cock, making the whole thing vibrate in her throat—well, I gripped her poor thick thighs tighter in an effort not to come.

I’d probably leave bruises. Good. She’d be reminded of me for days after.

Her little clit was like a tiny, hard cherry, ripe for picking. Sucking it between my lips, I forced it out of its protective hood and then began stabbing and lashing at it with my tongue, working it so hard, her whole body stiffened, and then I heard a muffled scream.

Ah, yeah. She’d come.

She wasn’t done, though.

I kept up with torturing her poor clit, adding in little nips with my teeth, knowing I was hurting her at the same time I was pleasing her. She came again, her throat working around my cock, and I must have had some superhuman strength because somehow I didn’t follow her over. Her thighs were quaking between my hands, but she was pliant enough that I could remove one hand from her thigh and slide it between her legs, stuffing two fingers, then three, inside her pussy. I was in the wrong position to fist her, unfortunately, but she was still clenching tightly around my fingers, and that had to be enough for now.

It was; she came again, a third time, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. I was distantly aware I was thrusting wildly into her mouth, and my body was possibly crushing her, but based on her clenching, trembling cunt and throbbing clit, she hadn’t passed out or died, so we were okay.

Besides, the muffled sobbing sound, and whatever begging words she was trying to say were vibrating my cock so hard I didn’t have a goddamn chance. Lifting my head from her clit so I could focus on my own orgasm, I shoved my cock even deeper down her throat, my balls and spine literally burning. The little brat’s teeth closed around my cock. It wasn’t painful. In fact, the extra pressure and the threat of it unleashed me. Losing all control, I released everything inside me, including one, terrifying word:

“Mine.”

Dazed, I withdrew from her mouth and dropped a soft kiss on her mound—a bit of tenderness I couldn’t resist giving her. Rolling off her body, I collapsed on the bed, trying to slow my rapid, heaving breaths.

Fuck.

As I recovered, two thoughts occurred to me:

She’d bit me, even after I threatened her. And that meant a punishment that fit the crime. The fact that I’d also bit her didn’t matter.

And, worse, I’d called hermine. And I had to do everything I could to prove to her that wasn’t true. I might own her, but thatminehad meant more than ownership—because what I hadn’t said, but I’d thought, was,yours.

She was going to hate me for what came next. But as my father said, you can’t warn people about consequences and then not follow through, or they’ll think you’re full of empty threats.

Climbing back off the bed, I pulled my boxers and jeans over my wet cock before reaching for her. She was half asleep. The multiple orgasms had taken a lot out of her. Even though I shouldn’t, I gave into whatIwanted, leaning down and pressing my lips to her hair.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled against my chest.

“Good. Because you used your teeth, little snoop, and you know what that means. I warned you about your punishment, and I can promise you this: You really aren’t going to like this one.”

And with that, I scooped her up, and carried her out of my bedroom, down the back stairs, out of the house, and into the night, ignoring the party still happening and the loud voice in my head warning me that I was about to make a huge mistake.

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I’d hadto throw her in the trunk again. Fortunately, I’d tied her up her arms and legs with a couple shirts, and gagged her with that little black thong. I just had my car fixed and my taillights replaced; I wasn’t going through all that again. It had been hard enough to explain the first time.

When we arrived back at campus, it was midnight. The quad was empty and almost pitch-black, so I had to use the flashlight on my phone to light my way as I opened the trunk and boosted a struggling Tovah into my arms, carrying her down the path to the statue of the founders.

Reina University wasn’t the first Ivy to accept women. That was Cornell. But Reina was the first, and only, of the Ivies to be founded by women. No wonder why we’d been named queen in Spanish.

Arms linked, heads thrown back in frozen laughter, the statue stood in the middle of campus. Right now, their stone eyes watched me, creeping me out as I lowered Tovah to the ground in front of them. If I believed in ghosts, I wouldn’t be surprised if the long-dead women decided to haunt me for what I was about to do.

Grabbing a Swiss Army knife I’d had in the center console, I sliced down the middle of the maid costume, tearing them off her body until she was naked and shivering before me. Restraining her with one arm, I worked the rope I’d had in the trunk around her waist, one, two, three times, before tying it off so she was trapped between the two stone women, facing the quad—and whoever might pass.

I doubted anyone would. There was no reason for anyone to be around this late at night. The goal wasn’t for her to get hurt, but itwasto scare her into obedience. And prove that I wasn’t jealous, that I didn’t care. Because if I was, if I did, I’d never do something so heinous, would I?

This is a mistake, the voice in my head warned again, louder this time. I did my best to ignore it.

I tried to ignore her, too.

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