This fucker must’ve gone back to his dorm after the fight because he certainly didn’t have it when he showed up at the frat house. Makes sense too, considering his wounds look cleaned up and he isn’t covered in blood.
“If you don’t start behaving, I may have to invest in a muzzle to keep those teeth in line.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as my gaze drops to the floor, heat crawling up my neck to my ears. “Said I was sorry.”
His fingers brush my jaw, tilting it up so our eyes meet. “You’re a possessive little shit. Marking your territory with your teeth and nails. Stinging like a little scorpion. Such a dangerous fucking pet.”
I stay quiet, unsure how to respond.
“Strip.” His hand drops from my face as he straightens, pulling his shoulders back. “Now.”
Without saying a word I tug off my crop top sweatshirt, then shimmy out of my pink jogger shorts, kicking them off to the side. Zach’s eyes rake over my naked body before he puts on the collar, the leather cool against my skin. And when he attaches the chain leash, my dick twitches, precum dripping to the floor.
If he didn’t know about my kink before, he definitely knows now. So fucking embarrassing.
Of course, the asshole gives the leash a gentle tug, pulling out a needy whimper from my lips. “On your knees.”
I drop to the floor, watching as he unzips his jeans and pushes them along with his boxers down his muscular thighs, freeing his thick and hard length. My mouth salivates at the sight.
"Spit on my cock, Little Scorpion." He tugs the leash, pulling me closer until his dick is just inches from my face. "Get it nice and soaked before you worship it with your slutty little mouth."
Keeping my gaze locked with his piercing gray eyes, I spit on the swollen head, then open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
"Wider."
With a groan, I open as much as I can, then take his throbbing shaft into my mouth, the metal piercings press against my tongue. I pull back and swirl my tongue around the head, savoring his salty-sweet taste.
"That's it." He growls, fisting my hair, his balls slapping against my chin as he fucks my face, grunting with each thrust. "Take it deeper."
I relax my jaw, letting him use my mouth however he wants. Drool leaks from the corners of my lips as I gag and sputter around his length, my eyes watering.
“Such a good little cock slut.” The tension on the leash increases as he wraps more of the chain around his left hand. It pulls me forward, and I moan around him. "You like having your throat fucked?"
I nod, my hands gripping his muscular thighs, nails digging into his flesh as he continues to use my mouth. The large vein under his dick pulses, and I run my tongue along it.
“Fuck, Merci.” His breathing grows ragged, his grip on the leash tightening. “I’m going to come.”
Zach explodes into my mouth, and I gulp it all down, not wanting to waste a single drop. When he finally pulls out, a trickle of cum escapes my lips and drips down my chin.
Using his thumb, he swipes up his release then pushes it into my mouth.
I lick it up with a satisfied grin, savoring the taste.
He pulls up his navy-blue boxer briefs with one hand but kicks off his jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Then he sits on the edge of the bed and yanks on the leash, guiding me until I’m bent over his lap. “Time to be punished.”
“For what?” I turn my head and look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Being too good at giving head?”
The corner of his mouth curls up into a one-sided smirk. “For the stunt with Raiyne’s jersey and kicking my friend in the face. Told you I’d deal with you later.”
“Don’t you dare!”
His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my dick. My breath hitches, and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
“Count.”
“Fuck you.” But the next slap has me crying out, “Two!”
“Look at that beautiful handprint.” He spreads my cheeks. “It’s like art next to your tight little asshole.”
