But the aftermath is all pleasure too. Malcolm comes, the remaining strokes inside sending powerful ripples through my sensitive spaces. I sag in between him in the door, enjoying the feeling of him. He’s holding me tight after we’re both finished and breathing hard.
He slips out, turning me so that he can see me in the dim light of whatever empty room that he dragged us into. “It’s day six,” he says.
“I know.”
“Have you decided?”
I smile, still trying to catch my breath. “I thought we were going to check in after a week?”
“I don’t know if I can make it until tomorrow without knowing.”
“I could still make you wait,” I say, smirking. In this game we’re playing, he has most of the power. But I have it too during moments like this.
Reaching between us, Malcolm slips the toy back inside me, pressing the little arm firmly over my clit again. “Just for that, you’re going to wear that for the rest of the day,” he says. “And I still want an answer.”
“Are you going to torture an answer out of me?”
It’s his turn to smirk. “I could. You know I could.”
“What would that be like?”
We’re teasing each other now. It’s not about the answer that I’ll give him, it’s the creation of an idea.
“I would tie you to my bed again,” he says, “with nothing but this on that greedy little clit of yours. And then I would leave. And you would be there, while I teased you for hours and decided that you’d had enough.”
“Don’t you think the other guys would be suspicious of a girl screaming in your room while you weren’t home?” I ask.
“If you don’t think that they’ve noticed you,” he says, “you’re wrong. And I would be home. Just downstairs, listening to you scream. Or maybe I’d gag you with your wet panties so you would taste yourself.”
“That is really fucked up,” I laugh.
“And you still haven’t given me the answer that I want.”
I pause, stopping the flirting to actually think. There’s no reason I’ve seen so far to stop this. Maybe it’s just the crazy, heady emotions of experiencing something new and wanting more, but this week has been amazing. I don’t want to stop having Malcolm do all of this with me. There’s a simple peace and simplicity in it. Along with all the pleasure that he’s managed to give me.
Right now, I don’t see a valid reason why I should say no. And I don’t want to. “I want my own room,” I say.
His mouth crashes down on mine. “Done.”
“And even though being at your beck and call is nice, I want some time to see my friends. I’ve all but disappeared to them this week.”
He smirks. “Fair enough. But you’re still mine, little pet.”
I roll my eyes. “Still don’t love that nickname. I’m not an animal.”
“It’s appropriate.”
“How, exactly?”
With sure movements, Malcolm helps me lift up my pants, and he secures my belt, tighter than I would. It emphasizes the fact that his toy is still between my legs. “Do you come when I call you?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Do you obey?”
“Yes,” I say again, already seeing his point but still not loving it.
He fixes his own pants and locks eyes with me. “It’s not about being an animal. It’s about being thoroughly owned. And right now, you are. By me.”
“I just feel like…it’s strange.”
“You like it.”
I can’t deny that. “We’re like one of those couples in those movies about BDSM or something. Are you going to put me in a collar and whip me?”
His lips against my ear make me shiver. “I’ve already tied you to my bed. I could find you a collar. And don’t worry about it being strange. What works for us isn’t anyone else’s business.”
He moves me so he can open the door, and I blink as light pours in from the hallway outside. The real world that somehow we managed to block out and forget for a little while.
“I have to go to the library,” I say. “And study.”
“And I’m going to go make sure that you have a room by tomorrow,” he says, before lifting the tiny remote to the toy up and showing me. “Better sit somewhere alone.”
“Malcolm, I need to study.”
“And study you will. You’re not allowed to come, anyway.”
Anticipation floods my gut. I shouldn’t want this. No matter what he says, I shouldn’t enjoy these games and his bossy, dominant control. But I can’t keep the smile off my face as I walk away, and nearly stumble when the vibration starts. It’s going to be a long afternoon.
11
Malcolm
Jack isn’t going to be happy about what I’m about to do, but I don’t particularly care. But first, one detail I forgot to get squared away. I dial Juno’s number and she answers on the first ring.
“I’m not supposed to be on the phone in the library.”
“I’ll be fast,” I say. “Your stuff is still packed, right?”
“Yeah, I just put whatever I wasn’t using back in the boxes I had in the dorm. Bailey’s going to start bugging me to pick it up soon.”
“Collins 301? You don’t have to worry about it.”
I hear her surprise. “How did you know my room number.”
“I know everything,” I laugh. “No, I have special access through my dad. His secretary can’t say no to me.”
“Creeper,” she mutters.
“Only when it comes to you.”
I can tell she’s trying to keep her voice down as she giggles. “What are you going to do, grab my stuff?”
“Something like that.”
“I’ll text Bailey so that you don’t scare the shit out of her.”
I walk up the stairs to Granite House. “Too bad, that would have been too much fun.”
“Bye.”
I would bet a decent amount of money that there was an eye roll attached to that last word. As I walk
