“If I do, I don’t want to hear another word about that stupid scholarship,” I warn her.
“Mmmh-hmmm.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“It’s a mmmh-hmmm.”
She looks up at me, probably wondering if that answer is enough to convince me. It’s not, but two can play at this game.
“Alright,” I say, lifting her onto my bed and then walking away.
“Quill!”
All her energy is back as she sits up, staring at me in confusion. “Where are you going?”
“Stay there.”
Her gaze is on me as I cross the room, open my lower desk drawer, and retrieve the purchase I made the other day. Then I turn back to her, admiring the cum on her breasts hardening to a crust. I can’t wait to scrub her tits later. But for now, I have a little surprise.
I hand her a box with a ribbon on top. “Happy UCLA day.”
She raises an eyebrow. “But I can’t go.”
“Of course you can. You’ll take that gap year, and then you’ll go.”
She clicks her tongue in impatience. “Itoldyou, Quill. They revoked the scholarship. Because ofyou. So, no, I can’t!”
“You can still go,” I murmur in her ear. “You don’t need a scholarship.”
She grits her teeth as she probably gleans my meaning. I’ll pay. Though I don’t tell her yet my solution for keeping her with me: distance learning.
“I guess I can take out a loan,” she grumbles.
She’s looking away from me as she speaks, probably because she’s trying to rile me up. She knows there’s no fucking way I’d ever let her do that.
“Sure,” I agree, smirking at her surprised reaction. “Now open the box.”
“Uhm, thanks.”
I snort. “Open it before thanking me.”
I wrap my arms around her as she tugs at the ribbon and lifts the cover. Then she tries hard to glare at me, but she can’t disguise the excited, embarrassed flush that turns her face splotchy . “Seriously, Quill? What is this stuff?”
She tries to put the cover back on the box, but I’m quicker than her. In a flash, I’ve tumbled the objects out onto the bed and snapped the handcuffs around her wrists, pinning them behind her back.
“This is me making sure I don’t hear another word about that fucking scholarship,” I rumble in her ear, and she shivers as I press the ball gag into her mouth, tying it behind her.
It took me a surprisingly long amount of time to realize that the answer to making sure a ball gag stayed on her wasn’t a lock, but handcuffs to her wrists.
And two separate cuffs for her ankles, too, with a chain between them and more chains connecting to nipple clamps. Which I press onto her breasts, causing her to yelp through her ball gag. And yelp even harder when I screw them tight enough that the slightest wriggle will cause the chains to pull at her nipples.
At last she’s completely immobilized, and it’s a glorious fucking sight. Naked, gagged and bound, her legs wide from the way I’ve tied her ankles to the bed posts, everything accessible, everything mine.
Maybe Icouldjust keep her like this. Forever.
But if I did, I’d miss her chirpy little voice.
Grabbing her thighs, I pull her into my favorite hands and knees position. The cuffs have just enough give to them that I manage to bring her over me as she hisses in discomfort at the clamps tugging at her. Then her stomach is pressed to my chest, her ass close to my face, her feet on either side of me, and I can’t resist lightly bringing my fingertips over the soles of them, causing her ass to bounce and a groan to escape her, muffled by the ball gag.
