“You’re making such pretty sounds,” Marius says, his hand slipping beneath my body and between my legs. “Show Mr. Bestlasson who you belong to.”
Rubbing my clit with fast strokes, he fucks me mercilessly with the dildo and his cock.
I forget about the man listening on the other line when my second orgasm rips through my convulsing core. It’s so powerful that my body ejects the dildo.
Marius comes inside me with a roar, but I barely hear him through the blood rushing through my ears. As he pulls out, I also try to rise, but he places a hand between my shoulders.
“Stay down. I don’t want you to spill a drop.”
“I’ll have to get up eventually,” I mumble from the quilt.
He opens the bedside drawer and then something thick and rubbery presses into my opening.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“A pussy plug. So that a part of me will be inside you when you go up to receive your degree.”
“That’s romantic,” I mutter.
He spanks my ass, making me clench around the toy.
“Oh, that feels nice,” I say with a sigh.
“How about this?”
The plug vibrates. It isn’t powerful enough to make me climax, but if it’s anything like the inflatable butt plug, then Marius will use a remote to dial up the intensity.
“Oh, fuck.”
“I will be judging your composure when you give your valedictorian speech.”
My breath stills, and I push myself off the mattress to meet his smiling eyes.
“Wait a minute,” I say. “I can’t go up there on stage with a toy up my twat.”
He raises a brow. “Is that a refusal?”
“I don’t trust you not to fiddle with the remote.”
“That just earned you level two.”
The pussy plug vibrates harder, making me moan. “You’re so wicked.”
Marius returns to the bedside table and opens the drawer. I glance at the phone on the mattress to see that Veer has finally hung up. When I turn back, Marius stands in front of me, holding a black jewelry box.
I squeeze my thighs together. “Is that a necklace for me?”
“A graduation gift.” He flips the box open.
Inside is a delicate silver chain with an O ring. My gaze snaps up to meet his.
“A permanent collar?” My voice turns breathy with awe.
The warmth in his eyes melts my heart. “And a token of my eternal love.”
A token of my eternal love.
My breath catches. Marius only ever gives praise during sex or when it comes to classwork. Words of affirmation aren’t his usual love language. It’s gifts and acts of service.