Page 51 of Dean's Delinquent

“She’s home safe and eating with Rita and Chef. I figured you might need me here. This is, after all, a very vulnerable, tentative time.” A soft smile teases the edge of his lips as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

For a moment, all I can do is stare at the man. Since when is he jovial? Since when does he find humor or amusement in anything? And that’s when everything starts to click back into place.

“I’d hate to think you had anything to do with this.”

“I merely spoke to the girl as you demanded. Without pay, by the way. What she did after that is no longer my concern.”

“Something had to have happened. There was nothing from her, then this.”

“Well...” He looks down and examines his nails. “She did come to see me as I was on my way here. All I did was tell her to stop looking into Chi Sigma Delta. Now, imagine my surprise when she shows up here, of all places. Not very obedient. Is she? But then again, what would one expect when there’s a discipline kink involved?”

“Matchmaker is not a good look on you,” I snarl, striding over to him. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with her now?”

“You’re the dean. Leader of this association.” he grins in that cold, calculated way of his. “You can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“Oh, but that’s dangerous.” What I want to do to her, what I’ve dreamt of doing since the first time she leaned over my desk for her paddling, is to chase her down and make her mine. “Gentlemen. I propose a hunt.”

ChapterTwenty

Ashleigh

Chelsea sits on one side of me, as Melody sits on the other. Though I know nothing about them, I sense an uneasiness that sets me on edge. Neither speak, but then, what exactly did I expect after what those men said? Pretty sure I’m going to get nothing out of them.

“So,” I eventually break the silence. “How long have you both been... Well... I mean... What exactly are you? Slaves? Submissives?”

An unladylike snort drifts from Chelsea as she leans over and taps her lips with a well-manicured finger. “I’m a slave to my Master Grigori, but I’m pretty sure Melody is just a submissive.”

For once, the other girl shows some emotion other than just passivity. Her nostrils flare as she lifts her head, pinning Chelsea with a glare. “This isn’t a competition.”

“Yes,” she agrees, “But if it were, I’d be winning.”

This time, it’s Melody’s turn to snort. “But it’s not, so fucking cool it before you get us both into trouble.”

Confusion floods my brain as I watch the two interact. Not that any of this makes sense in any way, but seeing them go at it like sisters fighting over the last bowl of cereal is certainly not something I thought I’d see today. Especially not after everything else. My fingers itch as I watch them, desperate for my notepad.

Ugh. My kingdom for a pen. I know myself well enough to say without impunity that I’m an unreliable narrator. Sure, I’ll remember this back-and-forth nonsense, but will I be able to report it correctly?

A bark of laughter wells up from my throat and bursts from my lips, startling the two until they both look at me. “Sorry,” I wheeze as what I can only assume to be hysterical laughter bubbles out of me. “I just realized there’s no way in hell Dean Anderson will let me report on any of this.”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” a deep, bassy voice rumbles behind me.

“Speak of the devil,” I murmur, turning to look at the man in question.

“Yes. I have appeared. Melody, Chelsea,” he snaps out. “There is a car out front. You will both be taken to Grigori’s until we are through here.”

Without even so much as a hint of protest, they rise from beside me and walk out of the room. “That’s it?” I cry out, watching their retreating backs as that quiver of hysteria rises in me once more. “You’re just going to leave me here?”

“You’ll be fine,” Chelsea calls back over her shoulder. “Whatever happens next, I’m pretty sure you’ll like it. If not, I’m sure you’ll learn to like it.”

“Lastochka,” Grigori murmurs, a hint of malice on his tongue.

“I don’t think this was out of turn, Master. She hasn’t descended into madness. There was no crying, wailing, or gnashing of teeth. If I’m wrong, my backside will pay the price.”

The grin she gives him is nothing short of lascivious. Obviously, she’s meaning it in a sexual manner. Unbidden all the videos, images, and articles I researched after seeing Doctor Andrew come flooding into my mind, setting my teeth on edge and causing my body to burn hot from head to toe.

Even now, even when I know tonight will probably change my life forever, my clit throbs as my body hums with unmet need. There’s a dark promise in Dean Anderson’s eyes, and I hope to god he actually acts on the depraved thoughts I see lurking behind his stoney expression.

Because, honestly, what else have we been doing? It would be naïve to think he didn’t take any pleasure in beating my ass. Before tonight, I was able to dismiss it, thinking I was the only one who felt these forbidden flames lapping between us. Seeing him here, in what I can assume is his element... There’s no denying it.

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