When he latches the necklace, he places his lips to the exposed skin on my shoulder. “Breathtaking. Just like you.”
I almost lose my footing at his praise. “Heath.”
“Shhh…” He presses his finger to my lips. “Tell me you accept my apology.”
Our eyes stay connected through the mirror. I never want to let go. He is what I crave. “I accept your apology.”
His wicked grin does me in. He holds me against him until I can gather my bearings. When we hear voices just outside the door, we break apart. I’m hesitant to let go of this moment, but I walk into a bathroom stall, shutting the door behind me as a group of girls enter.
“Uh…Mr. Winters, this is the girls’ bathroom.”
“Yes, sorry, ladies. I’m completely turned around. If you’ll excuse me.” Then he’s gone.
Violet
Hip hop music blares from our TV as Hazel and I sing and dance to our workout video. I’m soaking wet from sweating, and my legs burn.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I tell her as we both fall to the ground.
“That’s the point!” I’m trying to catch my breath, wiping the sweat off my brow. My favorite sound in the world echoes throughout our room, and Hazel gets up to answer “our” FaceTime call. I say ours because it’s not just meant for her anymore.
The remainder of our weekend was amazing. We stayed clear of any off-campus parties and did the whole “show Dad around the campus” tour. We watched movies and ate popcorn, and when Hazel fell asleep, I led Heath to an empty stairwell and allowed him to fuck my mouth. Then we walked down the deserted bike path in the quad and found a hidden nook between the trees where he fucked my pussy. I was overworked and sore, but no matter how hard he took me or how many times, I never felt completely sated. I needed more. When it was time for him to leave, I gave him a hug and fought every fiber of my being to release him when all I wanted to do was stay in his arms. I allowed his breath to skate along my neckline, giving me the warmth I needed until we saw each other again. We finally exchanged numbers, and it was only moments after he left that the messages began. They were sweet and sexy, naughty, and downright shameless. My grandmother is probably rolling over in her grave, but it’s all been so thrilling. I can’t get enough.
It’s been three days since I’ve seen him, and I miss him so badly, it hurts. This long-distance thing sucks, not to mention no foreseen visit in the future.
“Hey, Daddy!” Hazel beams as his handsome face fills the screen.
“Hey, baby girl. What are you up to?” His eyes search out mine. He gives me a schedule for when he’ll call, so I can be in the room. He craves seeing me as much as I crave seeing him.
“Nothing. Violet and I just got done working out. Probably gonna head to the smoothie café after this and study. We have exams coming up soon.” Hazel’s phone rings and she pulls it away so I don’t see who’s calling. “Guys, I’ll be right back. I have to take this call. It’s for school.”
Hazel walks out of the room, leaving Heath and me alone.
“How’s my naughty girl doing? Seeing you all sweaty has my cock hard as a rock.”
I giggle, rolling my eyes. “I’m sure. My hair is a mess, and I smell if that helps lower your weapon.”
“Makes it worse. You look like you have sex hair. Makes me want to tug at it and bend you over. And I’m sure you smell as sweet as you always do.” I can’t do anything but sigh. He’s so filthy with his words, yet so gentle with his praises.
“How’s your day? How’s work going?”
Sighing, he leans back in his chair, shoving his hand through his pristine hair. “Long. Had a business meeting go later than expected. I couldn’t stop thinking about you spread out for me last night, wishing those fingers were my fingers deep inside that pretty cunt of yours.”
A dark blush creeps along my cheeks. Heath and I FaceTimed last night while Hazel was sleeping out, and he dirty talked me into masturbating for him. And boy, was it hot. I’ve touched myself on many occasions at the thought of him, but for him to watch and coach me, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. “I wish too. When do I get to see you? I’m not sure how long I can go. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, naughty girl.” There’s a pause, and I spend the time admiring how breathtaking he is. “How about we spend the weekend together?”
“Really?” My excitement spikes then plummets. “What about Hazel? She’s gonna wonder why her dad wants to hang out with her three straight weekends in a row.”
“No Hazel. Just us. Tell her you’re going home for the weekend. I’ll pay for your bus ticket and pick you up.”
I grin wide. “Sure…yeah. I’d love that.”
He gives me his sexy smile. “Good. Better get some rest this week. I’m going to need every ounce of energy out of you.”
After the whole debacle with Jim, I blew off psych on Monday. I wasn’t ready to face him or have to explain. It was apparent he picked up the sexual vibe between Heath and me, and I’m not sure I would be able to entirely deny it if he came right out and asked. So now, sitting in class, I’m trying not to make eye contact while taking notes, hoping he drops it and loses interest in me.
I peek over at Hazel, trying to copy her notes since I’m struggling to keep up, but she hasn’t written a thing, too consumed with her phone. “Hey, who are you texting?” I whisper, leaning over to see. She pulls her phone away, then quickly shoves it in her bag.
“No one.” She looks up. “Sweet! Class is over. Jim is hot, but he’s boring.” She gets up and packs her books, and I do the same. Jim calls my name, and my shoulders deflate. “Man, he doesn’t give up. Maybe just give him a chance. Get us A’s in this class. Probably the only way we’re passing.” She laughs and leaves me to wait for the room to clear out before Jim addresses me.
“Hey, you missed class on Monday.” Up close, there’s a faint bruise under his eye from where Heath punched him. A twinge of guilt twists my stomach.
“Yeah…sorry. I got caught up with…something.” He seems annoyed, but I’m not sure if it’s because I keep ditching his class or what happened at the party.
“What was the deal with you and your roommate’s dad? That was kinda fucked up, right?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. He’s just very territorial over his daughter.”
He gives me a strange glare. “Violet, he did that because of you. He gets possessive and psycho over his daughter’s roommate too?”
Yeah, he is. It’s actually super-hot but probably frowned upon. “No, I don’t think it was that.”
“I watched you two dancing. He shouldn’t be touching you like that. You should probably tell someone.” His comment doesn’t sit well with me. My eye twitches nervously, and he grabs for my arm. “Hey, has he—?”
I rip my arm back. “No, it’s not what you think, and I don’t appreciate your accusations. I’m sorry if I led you on in any way, but please, just leave me alone.” He goes to reach for me again, but I’m slamming my heels into the floor, racing out of his class.
Heath
I walk into Exquisite, head to my private table, and find Gabriel already seated and sipping on a scotch.
“Thought you changed your mind.”
I sit, loosen my tie, and flag down a girl to get me a drink. “No. Long fucking day. Just spent the last three hours watching a pissing contest between two clients to see who was worth more. If I wasn’t interested in the two-mil commission, I’d drop them both.”
“Ahhh, yes. Rich motherfucker problems,” he laughs as I raise my brows.
“Last I checked, you’re also fucking rich. And a motherfucker…”
He takes a sip of his scotch, leaning into the leather booth. “That is true. So, tell me, where did you end up with your little toy?” The waitress hands me my bourbon, and I almost shatter the glass at the nickname he uses for Violet. Not that I’m any better, but only I’m allowed to label her.
Nodding at my hand clenched
around the glass, he says, “I’ll take that as meaning you decided to pursue it.”
“She’s not a fucking toy, asshole.” Not anymore.
“Oh, well…my apologies. Please do enlighten me on what exactly she is then.” There’s sarcasm in his tone. I slam my drink, and he chokes out a laugh.
“What the fuck is so funny?”
“Has the beast fallen for the beauty?”
I want to punch my best friend in the face and take out all the aggression swirling inside me. The stress, confusion. The extreme possessiveness I’ve never felt before. I should be the adult and tell her no, but I refuse to. Violet drives me insane and is definitely off-limits, but I don’t plan on letting her go. She brings life into my dark world. Drives me to the brink of a madman and my cock aches to fill her every hour, minute, second of the day. I have specific needs, and man does my naughty little girl know how to fulfill every one of them. I’ve never claimed to be a good man. I have particular desires. Ones I know she hasn’t been accustomed to with her previous shit boyfriends. But she’s so damn willing—and that sets this fire off inside me. It burns so brightly it hurts. My veins bleed with jealousy when I can’t talk to her or see her, even if it’s only over video. I’m a bastard for staking a claim on her when I know she deserves someone who’s not a sadist son of a bitch like myself. But I’m also a selfish man. She’s mine—only fucking mine.
“You look ready to murder.”
“The beast fell for the beauty, fuck, okay?” I place my face in my hands, scrubbing away the guilt, doubt, insecurities. “She got me fucking wrapped up in her, lured me in, and now, things are different. I want more than to own her body. I want…” Fuck, I sound like a pussy. “I have to tell Hazel.” The words taste sour on my tongue. Hazel will never forgive me for this.
“And what do you think she’ll do?”
I pull my head out of my hands and gawk at him. “What the fuck do you think she’s gonna do? She’s going to lose her shit! She’s going to hate me. Probably call me a sick bastard and never talk to me again.” And that shit guts me. I don’t want to hurt her—she’s my baby girl. But not hurting her means walking away from Violet, and that’s never happening.
“Maybe she won’t.”
At that, a cynical laugh bursts from my mouth. “Oh yeah? How will she not?”
“Maybe she’s not as blind to your ways as you think. Maybe she’s not so different than you.”
I stare him down, not liking his double meaning. “She does not know about my tastes. She won’t.” I can’t pull my eyes off his. “What? What’s that look for? You know something I don’t?”
“Calm down, Romeo. I’m just saying, Hazel’s always been an old soul. She may be shocked to hear you’re fucking her bestie, but maybe in time, she’ll understand.”
Violet
I should just drop the class. Not that Jim isn’t going to fail me anyway. I blow off Friday’s psych lecture and hug Hazel good-bye, telling her I’ll see her on Sunday. She shoos me off, saying she’ll be fine and will enjoy some quiet time to catch up on reading. I’m hesitant to leave. She seems off, and I can sense that something’s changed in her. But she’s a locked box. A part of me worries she’ll go home, but Heath eased my worry by telling Hazel he’d be out of town on a business trip so she wouldn’t attempt to visit.
By the time I arrive at the station, my nerves are shot. I’m excited and anxious. I fix my hair a million times. This will be the first time we’ve been alone without feeling like we’re about to get caught. And for the next forty-eight hours, I have him all to myself.
“Missed you, naughty girl,” he says low as he grabs my bag, and we walk to his car. We’re friendly with each other until we’re pulling out of the lot. He reaches over to my thigh, his thumb grazing my sex. “You hungry? Want to grab some dinner?”
I’m not really sure what the right call is. Are we able to be seen in public together? Will people ask questions? What if someone he knows recognizes him? The worry of us being seen puts a damper on my mood. “Wanna just order in?” I reply.
He sees the strain in my eyes, but nods, agreeing. “Sure thing.”
We stay quiet the rest of the way until we pull up to his large estate and park next to one of his many luxury cars. Grabbing my bag, he escorts me into the house. It’s strange to be here without Hazel, but I quickly push that feeling aside.
“What does my girl feel like eating? I’ll order anything and everything. Just name it.” I love how chivalrous he’s being. Different than the ruthless sex god.
“Would I be lame if I said pizza would be fine?” His lip curls into that knowing smile.
“Not at all. I love what pizza does to you, so pizza it is.” He drops my bag on the counter, loosens his tie, and pulls out his phone to order. While he’s occupied, I roam the house. I walk past his office, remembering the last time I was in there. It also has me anticipating being back in his bed.
Heath gets held up on a business call, and by the time he’s off, the pizza’s here. He sets up a cozy sitting place on the floor in the entertainment room, and I shamelessly gobble everything up.
“That was…”
“Delicious. Savino’s is the best.” He dabs at his lips, then jumps up off the floor and grabs the empty plates and pizza box, discarding them in the kitchen. When he comes back, the butterflies in my stomach start to take flight. The easy-going smile on his face is a rarity. But it’s not until he claims my hand and walks us up to his bedroom that my nerves start to unravel.
His room is exactly how I remember. Dark and mysterious. The gigantic bed covered in rich, black satin sheets is a reminder of just how wicked Heath can be. He walks me over to the bottom of the bed, then stops in front of me, inspecting my appearance. “I’ve been a patient man, waiting for this moment. To be alone with you. No restrictions. I’m not a nice man, so this is your only warning. If you want to leave this room, I’ll let you, but once I have you naked and restrained, there’s no getting out. Do you understand, Violet?”
My legs quiver. A pool of moisture builds between my thighs. “I want this,” I say, a little tremble in my voice. He doesn’t mistake it for nerves, though. He takes it for exactly what it is: excitement, lust, need.
“How bad do you ache for me, naughty girl?” he asks, sliding the spaghetti strap of my flowy tank top off my shoulder.
“Bad, Daddy,” I whisper as he removes my other strap. My shirt falls to the floor, leaving me in my lace bra.
“That’s what I want to hear. I’ve been holding back on you—my needs—the dark cravings I have. Tonight, I’m going to introduce you to a whole new way to feel pleasure. Are you okay with that?”
My nipples pebble and my remaining clothes feel too heavy. “Yes.”
The satisfaction burning in his eyes tells me he’s about to take me on the biggest roller coaster of my life.
“Good. I’ll be right back. I want you undressed and on my bed by the time I return.” When he disappears into his walk-in closet, I obey and climb onto the bed as he re-enters the room. “God, you’re beautiful,” he praises. My eyes take in the items in his hand, and my breath hitches.
“What is that?” I ask, wishing my voice wasn’t so shaky.
“You’re about to find out. Turn around and get on your knees. Face the head of the bed.” I inhale a deep breath, trying to control my rapid heartbeat, and do as he says. When I’m in the doggie-style position, cold metal wraps around my ankles. I cock my head back to see him locking cuffs around each ankle.
“What—?”
“So curious, aren’t you?” Another lock. Something attaches in between, and I realize it’s a spreader of some kind. “This is to make sure you never deny me. No matter how much pain or pleasure I give you, you won’t ever close yourself off to me. This cunt is mine. Wide-open and beautiful.” He flicks my clit, and I stifle out a moan. He drops his mouth between my thighs and takes his tongue to my center from behind, his nose nuzzling at my puckered hole. That intimate pl
ace is foreign to me, but the way he presses his face against my hole, I can’t fight the tremble that shoots through me.
“You like that, naughty girl?” He laps at my pussy, and I scream when he bites my inner thigh.
“Yes,” I moan, wiggling my butt in his face. He takes that as approval and goes to town, eating me like a starved man, lapping at the wetness he’s creating. “Oh, fuck. More, Daddy, I want more.”
His nails dig into my ass cheeks, and he spreads them wide, using his tongue to caress my tight hole. My body becomes not my own as I pant heavily, and I thrash when something thick and cold presses at the entrance of my sex. “Oh, Jesus…” I almost lose my balance as he pushes an unexpected object inside me.
“How does that feel?” he asks, but I’m mute. I can’t focus on words when all I want is for him to fuck me. “Answer me, or I stop.” Fuck!
“I don’t know. It’s cold. And wide. So fucking wide.” I pant as he shoves it back inside me. “It’s….” My mind is about to explode. I back up into him. It becomes too much, and I attempt to close my legs, forgetting I can’t. “Please…harder,” I beg. He turns the device on, sending my body into overdrive. The vibrations have me screaming, pumping my ass back and forth, riding the sex toy like it’s his cock.
“This isn’t even a fraction of the size of my cock, naughty girl. You sure you’re going to be able to handle it when my cock takes your ass?”
“I can’t…I can’t…” I’m going to explode, and I can’t…
His finger breaches my hole, and I explode. I cry out, my orgasm shooting down to my toes. My head tilts backward as I moan until I have nothing left in me. Heath works me until my arms collapse. I fall forward onto the bed, my ass still in the air.
“Beautiful,” he says, grazing his fingers alongside my ass. I’m at a loss for words. I stay silent, trying to catch my breath as the sounds of him undressing fill the room. He releases my legs from their restraints and spanks my ass cheek. “On your back, naughty girl.”
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