Page 78 of Dean's Delinquent

Red tinges my vision as I stand up from behind my desk and plant my palms against the polished wood. “Anyone?”

“Well... No,” she murmurs. “Not anyone. You know what I mean.”

“No, Ashleigh. I don’t know what you mean. Elucidate.”

“Ugh. I mean it in the generic anyone can fuck anyone.”

“Uh huh?” Her eyes widen as I make my way closer to her and prop my hip up on the desk. “Continue.”

“I only wantyouto fuck me.”

“And?”

“And... God. Are you going to make me say it?”

“Well, seeing as you’re in my office having an attitude while I really need to be working, yes. I’m going to make you say it.”

“You’re always working,” she grumbles.

“You already knew this about me. Spit it out, Ashleigh. You’re already working your way towards a punishment you don’t want. I have no trouble adding to it.”

“But what if that’s exactly what I want? Your punishment. Your rough hands on my body making me cry out from pain and pleasure. Come on. Do your worst.”

Lust and anger war for dominance as I watch her squirming in place. “That’s what this is all about? You want me to hurt you?”

“Yes, damn it all. I want you to make me feel what you did at the castle. I want to be hunted by you, consumed by you. It’s been so long and-“

For a moment, irritation wins out. “You do realize it’s not sustainable to treat you like that very often. Yes? Not to mention your bruises have just recently begun to fade.”

“Then that means it’s time to make some new ones. Doesn’t it?”

Sitting back behind my desk, I run the tips of my fingers across my forehead. “You seem to be forgetting one important thing, my dear pet.”

Again, she crosses her arms, making the vein in my neck throb as I watch this childish display. “I’m pretty sure I’m not.”

“Oh, but you are. I’m the one in charge of this. Not you. I’m the one who decides to hurt you and when. Not you.”

“But the castle-“

“Forget the fucking castle.” Reaching forward, I grip the edge of the desk as I will my ire to cool.

Nothing will be solved by losing my temper. She’s obviously in need of my heavy hand, and I’ve been remiss in seeing to that need. Unfortunately, her little outburst is making it to where I can’t actually give her anything or I’ll be feeding this interaction.

“Don’t you want me anymore?”

“Oh, of all the ridiculousness. I fucked you this morning. Didn’t I?”

“Well yes. But-“

“I fucked you last night too. Didn’t I?”

“I mean, of course. But-“

“Since that night I brought you to Chi Sigma Delta, has there been any time outside of the nights I communicated with you that I haven’t shared your bed? Do you know how fucking dangerous it is for me and you that I keep going over there like that?”

“Then stop.”

“What did you say?” The blood in my veins turns to ice. “There is no way in hell you think you’re leaving this, leaving me. Is there? Because if that’s what you think...”

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