Page 72 of Dean's Delinquent

“Well, that was poetic. Didn’t expect that from you.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” And with that, his expression shutters once more.

“No,” I agree, sliding closer to him. “I don’t. But I’d like to learn.”

“We’ve been here too long. I’ve got to get you into your new dorm.”

Everything freezes as he yanks on a pair of sweats and a simple t-shirt. Somehow, even dressed so casually, he exudes a sexual lethality that makes my insides clench and arousal gather at my pussy. There’s such an ease to how he moves in this space. It’s very clear he owns it as much as he owns me.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’m not going to make you go out there naked.” The soft pajamas he hands me are plain yet speak of an intangible quality.

We’re both silent as we finish dressing, and with each passing second, the unease grows until it’s difficult to bear. “D- Dean... I mean Master... I mean...”

Instead of answering, he pulls me close to him and tips my chin so he can smother my lips with his own. Heat swirls through me, gluing me to the spot until I sway further into him. I feel nothing, hear nothing, know nothing other than the demand of his body as he forces his tongue into my mouth.

Harsh breaths intermingle as he pulls back and stares down at me, his gaze searching for something I can’t even begin to guess. Still, he doesn’t speak as he pulls my hand in his and walks me out into the castle. We pass by room after room outfitted for all manner of deviant activities, and as much as I want to explore, Dean Anderson seems hell-bent on getting me out of here.

Sorrow lances my heart as we enter the main room where the initiation took place. I’m no longer allowed back here. I get it intellectually, but to know I’m not allowed in a main facet of Dean Anderson’s life just drives home how distant we really are.

“Keys.”

“Oh. They’re probably still with my clothes in the other room.”

We grab them and as I move to take them from his hand, he dances them out of reach. “I am more than capable of driving whatever limited-edition car of the week you might have.”

My brows furrow as we step out into the icy chill. “Do you really think so little of me? It’s a Toyota. Pure and simple. I got it for my sixteenth birthday because I knew Toyotas were reliable and easy to deal with. It has all the normal accessories with nothing added. I’m not nearly as impractical as you must think I am.”

“Forgive me,” he grumbles, squeezing my hand. “I’m not really myself right now.”

“Well, that’s evident. If you don’t want to fuck me anymore, just say so. I’d rather you get it over with than let me continue thinking we’re something we’re clearly not.”

“It’s not that simple, my pet. And there is no getting over you. Not now. Not ever. I cannot let you go. But that doesn’t mean things haven’t changed. They have in the most fundamental way.”

“Then tell me. Please. I’d rather know than wonder.”

“First, I need to get you into your new dorm.”

“You said that. But what’s wrong with my old dorm? It’s just how I like it.”

“It’s not safe.”

“From who?”

“Anyone? Everyone? I need you to be safe for me. I need to know you’re okay. I can only do that where I know I can keep an eye on you.”

“So spying on me. That’s what it’s come down to? You’re going to spy on me?”

“I already told you I own you. That means I take care of my property. If it means taking away your precious privacy, then I’m more than willing to do it. Let’s go. I don’t want to keep Todd waiting.”

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The sterile walls threaten to close in on me as the men speak, as if I’m not there. Though I catch bits and pieces of it, it’s not as if I really understand what’s being said. Technobabble and whatnot. All I really know is that no one can come into my room without the dean knowing about it.

I suppose that should make me feel safe, but it would be better to know what or who I’m being protected from. Not that Dean Anderson is saying anything. Granted, given what I’ve seen from the company he keeps, maybe it’s really better if I don’t know.

Eventually, it’s just him and me alone in this small room about half the size of my other one. Not that I really care all that much about the space, but it doesn’t feel fair. The one good thing about it is there’s an adjoining bathroom I don’t have to share with anyone. It almost makes it worth it. Almost.

A soft sigh slips from my lips as I sit down on the bed and look around. “I suppose there’s no making this space mine?”

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