Page 101 of Dean's Delinquent

With slow, determined movements, he spreads me open even more and stares down at my pussy. “Perfect,” he murmurs as he runs his thumbs on either side of my lower lips, opening me up further to his hungry gaze. “I’ll never get tired of this view.”

His gaze locks with mine as he lowers his face to my mound. At any point, I know I can beg him to stop. But I don’t. I can’t. I have to be brave.

At the first swipe of his tongue against my clit, my whole body shudders in relief. Pleasure, pure and unadulterated, sweeps through me, curling my toes and causing arousal to gather at my entrance. Not broken.

He feasts on me, gently licking, sucking, and nipping, driving me to the edge of release. But he doesn’t let me go over the edge. Oh no. He’s far too cruel to do that.

Soft whimpers claw at my throat as I dig my fingers into the sheets. Everything he does feels so fucking good. My insides cramp as each swipe of his tongue brings me back to the brink, only to have him pull back away.

Minutes go by like hours until I fear I’m delirious with the need to come. “Please,” I whimper. “Please, Master. Please fuck me.”

His fingers notch at my entrance and stay there for a good several moments. With his free hand, he slides it up to rest on top of my breastbone. “I’m going to slide my fingers in, sweet girl. I need you to just lie there and breathe for me. In. That’s my good girl. Out.” His finger slowly slides in, aided by my arousal.

For a moment, everything seizes as fear locks in. “Breathe, love. I’m not moving another inch until you breathe.”

I let the air out in a whoosh and suck in another. “That’s my good girl. Slower this time. In and out. You can do it.”

After several rounds of inhalations, his fingers slide all the way in and stay there. My inner walls clamp and release as my brain tries to rewire everything. It’s the dean,mydean.

Slowly, everything starts to relax, allowing him to pull back out. “There you go, love. We’re going to do this again.”

Once more, he slides in as I breathe. It’s easier now, far less scary. After a few more rounds of this, he picks up his pace, gliding in and out with a bit more force and speed. His tongue and lips dance along my clit, pulling more pleasure out of me as my soft whimpers turn to cries of need.

Over and over he impales me, making those butterflies in my stomach flip and swarm, filling me up until all I can do is cry out. My orgasm crashes into me hard and fast, forcing me to bow up as everything clenches tight. Lights dance in front of my eyes as tears run down my cheeks.

The dean never stops. He keeps finger fucking me, helping me ride out the orgasm until all I can do is beg for him to stop. He pulls out ever so gently and climbs back up the bed to wrap me in his arms. I’ve never felt so safe, so secure, so loved, as I do in that moment.

As I run my fingers down his arm, my brain goes back to the events of last night. One thing still stands out that hasn’t been answered. Even though I long for sleep to overtake me, I need to know how he found me.

“How did you manage to find me? Did you track my phone?”

“About that,” he murmurs, kissing a trail down my spine. “You remember your friend Marnie?”

“What about her?” Fear trips my heart and sets my breathing to a rapid staccato.

“Shhhh, love. She’s fine.” His warm hand comes around to rest on my heart. “She’s safe down in Florida with a secret society of her own. It’s one I know, and one I don’t want you to have anything to do with. One of them put a tracker in you at some point. Do you have any memory of something jabbing you?”

My brow furrows as I force my brain to work. “The only thing I can remember is this douche accidentally hit me with his backpack then walked off. Could it have been that?”

“Possibly. You wouldn’t remember this guy. He’d make sure of it.”

“But what does this have to do with Marnie? What does this have to do with me?”

“Let’s just say, take my protective instincts and crank it up to eleven. You’re probably one of her only friends, so if something happened, he’d want to know where you both were.”

“Then why not track her?”

“She would probably expect it. You wouldn’t.”

“I guess that makes sense...” My stomach twists for a moment. “It’s odd knowing something’s in me that I can’t even see or take out. I don’t like the idea of him knowing where I’m at. It feels... invasive.”

“I had the same thoughts. Which is why it’s been transferred to a different server. He can’t access it. Not without Todd knowing.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” My eyes drift close as I snuggle deeper into him.

“There’s more.”

“Fuck. What now?”

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