“He told me not to wear any,” I taunt, throwing fuel on his already out-of-control fire.
“And you listen to everything that motherfucker says, huh? Maybe we should get him in here, let him see what a filthy little whore my siren really is.”
Panic slams into me.
I’ve already been gone longer than normal. If he were to come and find me—
“What’s wrong? Worried about what he’ll think about the real you? The corrupt teacher who gets off on fucking her student?”
“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks of me.”
“Can you afford to lose him, though?” he taunts. “Or is this one of the ones I bought?” he asks, glancing down at my dress.
I’m unaware that I react to his taunts in any way, but when his eyes flash with something I’m too scared to try and acknowledge, I know he’s read the answer to his question in mine.
“So what is it you do here… let him buy you designer clothes and dress you up as his little doll before you lie back and open your legs to pay him back?”
Crack.
I don’t even realise I’ve hit him until the pain blooms on my palm, heat from the slap rushing up my arm.
He stares at me, his jaw working overtime and his eyes two black inky pools as dread settles in my stomach.
But that’s all smashed a second later when he jerks forward, stealing my lips once more.
“Fucking whore,” he groans into our kiss. But I’m too far gone. He’s cast his spell and I’ve fallen like the fucking fool I am.
Pushing my thigh up and fully opening me up for him, he plunges two thick fingers inside me.
I cry into his mouth as he curls them perfectly, hitting that spot almost without trying.
“Nico.”
“So fucking wet for me, Siren. Have you been sitting out there dripping for me?”
“Yes,” I cry, entirely too honest as he finger-fucks me to oblivion while keeping his tight grip on my throat.
“I know you were. I was watching you. I saw every reaction you had to those videos.”
“Oh God,” I whimper as I think about the one of him fucking me from behind. “More. Nico. I need more.”
“Beg like a good little whore and you might just get it, Siren.”
He pulls back a little, watching me close in on my orgasm with hooded, desperate eyes.
“Fuck me, Nico. I need your cock.”
“Need or want?”
“Both, whatever. I just—”
His fingers tighten on my throat, finally cutting off my breathing as he fucks me harder.
I fall almost instantly into one of the most intense releases I’ve ever experienced.
Pleasure sweeps through my body, my back arches, and I throw my head back, screaming out his name as lights flash behind my eyes.
I swear he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful,” but I’m too blissed out to recognise anything but the mind-numbing pleasure he’s providing me with.