Page 69 of Dean's Delinquent

The feeling of her hot, wet pussy against my cock is nothing short of erotic. Though it could be the cold talking, feeling her pressed against me is almost like a religious experience. Divine. It takes the remainder of my willpower not to embed my cock inside her right now.

Granted, she’s mine to do what I want with, but I’d rather take her on a set of silk sheets than out here in the elements. Holding her close, I force my brain off of the heat of her body and onto getting her off of this cross and over into the nearby mausoleum. The instant her hands are free, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and clings to me, clutching me as if her life depends on it.

My heart stutters in my chest at her display, solidifying the need to keep her close, cherished, and protected. On the outside, it may look as if I’m just some cruel sadist, and for the most part, they’re right. Deeper, however, everything I do is also for her.

I needed to push her tonight, to see just what she could handle. Now that I see the cracks in her walls and the fissures in her structures, I know where else I can push and where I need to back away. In all honesty, she performed far better than I ever imagined.

I think there was a part hoping she’d balk at this, that she’d run and never look back. It would be what’s safest for both of us. But I can’t leave her now. Not after I’ve found what my soul craves. Even if the earth split open and swallowed her up, I’d cross the fires of hell until she was back in my arms.

Tucking her head against my shoulder, I whisk us away to the mausoleum and duck inside. The instant the door closes behind us, plunging us into darkness, her body seizes as she claws at my skin.

Soft, frantic whimpers pelt against my shoulder as she burrows tight, burying her head as hard as she can against my chest. Her slight frame quivers with each breath as I feel the terror mounting through every tight line of her body.

“Shhhh, my pet. Settle. It’s all right.”

“It’s dark,” she cries out, melting my heart as I run my hand over the top of her head.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” I tease, hoping to coax her out of this fight-or-flight response. “Not the big bad reporter who took on The Society because she was curious.”

“That’s different.” Though her voice is muffled against my shoulder, the slight thread of petulance winds its way through, drawing a chuckle rumbling through my chest.

“True. I’d say infiltrating a secret society to be far scarier than a few moments in the dark with a dean who wishes to ravage you.”

“But it’s dark,” she continues to whine as she runs her nails over my chest.

“This you’re afraid of? Doctor Andrew put you into his ropes, but this is too much? I don’t think I’ll ever understand women.”

“It’s scary in here.”

“Well, how do you know that? You just said you couldn’t see.”

“It’s a crypt. Of course it’s scary.” A soft humph flits through the air just as if she stomped her foot.

This time, I don’t even try to hide the laugh. “You know what I say about assumptions.”

As I move to put her down, she merely clutches even harder. “I can’t see anything.”

“Well, I can’t make it brighter in here with you clinging to me like this. Choice is yours. Stay glued onto me and we’ll be here in the dark. Let me turn the lights on for you, and you’ll see there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“No skeletons?”

“Is that what you’re really afraid of? I thought it was the dark.”

“Not the dark. Not really. It’s more like what’s hiding in the dark.”

“I guess I can’t fault you there.” With a soft grunt, I flick on the light and watch as she blinks against the sudden invasion.

After a few moments, her nose scrunches as she takes in all the mess. “It’s a shed?”

“I should have known that tying myself to a debutante would mean dealing with you judging everything. No. It’s not just a shed. Come.”

Grabbing her hand in mine, I go over to the side wall and give it a hard push. Her eyes widen in fascination as I reveal the secret entrance. Just as I knew it would.

Despite everything, my snoop is still an insatiable minx. Hurrying her along the corridors, I take her into a backroom where many of us have played before. Only now will be my first time with the last submissive I plan to take here.

I don’t even give her a chance to think. The instant we enter the room, I pull her against me and claim her lips with my own. There’s no hesitation, no hint of resistance. She just melts into me as if she’s waited for this her whole life.

My fingers dig into her skin as I hoist her back up into my arms, spreading her pussy lips so my cock can slide through her arousal. So fucking wet and ready for me. As I lay her back against the burgundy satin, I stare down into her mesmerizing eyes, memorizing every fleck, every ring, every molecule that makes Ashleigh.

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