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“Define good,” he rasps out, already panting.

“Did you listen to my instructions when you left the Kappa Kappa Beta house?”

He gives me a look of confusion, and I’m so annoyed I roll my eyes and debate dropping the whole thing.

But, truth be told, I’m turned on, too.

And I’m just getting started.

I release his chin, trailing the long fingernail of my pointer finger down his chest, his abs, running it along his hard shaft as he inhales a stiff breath. “I told you not to touch your dick until I saw you,” I remind him, then I grasp his cock hard and squeeze, and he groans, head falling back. “Did you listen?”

“Um…”

I squeeze again, this time in a way that I know probably hurts as much as it makes him feel good.

He winces, but his hips buck against the touch, anyway. “I… I…”

“Don’t lie to me.”

I stroke him softer, rolling my hand from the tip down to the base, all with the fabric still separating us.

He looks at me again. “I didn’t listen.”

I cluck my tongue. “Bad boy. I’ll have to punish you for that.”

To be clear, I have no idea where this dominatrix side of me has come from. All I know is that I woke up with the urge to hurt Kade after him blowing me off this summer and then making a show of himself at the KKB house during rush.

But I also woke up with the urge to turn him on, too.

And I guess when you combine the two, you get this.

“On your knees,” I say.

He cocks a brow, smirking. “You’re joking.”

“Now,” I say, this time grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving him down to the ground.

He drops the remote control he still had in his hands, doing as I said, and when he’s on his knees looking up at me, the power that rushes through me is so addicting I want to bottle it up and get drunk on it forever.

With one hand on the foot of his bed steadying me, I lift my left leg, pressing my high heel into his chest until his back is against the bed. His eyes greedily take in the view my dress is offering him, and I smirk.

“I hope you’re hungry,” I state, and then I yank my dress up to my hips, place my high heel on the bed behind his head, and lunge forward until my pussy is hovering over his sweet mouth.

He groans, hands reaching out for my thighs and running the length of them as he appreciates my pink lingerie. The one-piece is crotchless, my pussy framed by the garter belt, and when his finger grazes my clit, my eyes flutter at the contact.

I reach out, fisting my hand in his hair again until his mouth is on the very clit he just brushed.

The rush of heat is instant, the same way it had been our first night in bed together. Kade brings out a power-hungry side of me, one that’s controlling and bossy and hellbent on getting an orgasm the way she wants it. It’s a new and exciting side of myself, one I want to explore more.

And even though he needs help in the flirting and dating and game side of things, I have to give it to him: Kade is a fucking magician when it comes to pussy worship.

His tongue is fast and focused, flicking my clit with just the right force to have my orgasm building. When he slides his fingers inside me to help push me to the edge, I lean into the touch, basically riding his damn hand as he continues pleasuring me.

It doesn’t take me long to come, and as soon as the orgasm rocks through me and my legs give out from the weight of my body, I pull Kade to stand and shove him back onto his bed.

“Get naked. Now.”

I’ve never seen a man strip faster than he does in that moment, and I stay standing on the edge of the bed, leaning over him when he’s fully naked and grabbing his erection in my hands. It’s slick with pre-cum, and I run my thumb over the slick tip, coating him with his arousal.

“Fuck,” he moans out, writhing in his sheets.

“How badly do you want me to suck your dick right now, Kade?”

“Oh, God,” he cries out, eyes shooting open as he finds me. “So fucking bad.”

“Yeah?” I ask, and I bend at the waist, taking just the tip of him inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, slide it along the length of his base, and cup his balls just as I take him all the way inside my mouth.

He’s already close to coming — I can tell from the way his balls hang, tight and high, and the way his legs flex as he tries to catch the orgasm.


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