Before she could finish her sentence, I slammed myself into her and wrapped the collar around her throat.Her pussy clamped down onto my cock, harder than it had with just my fingers, and I began pumping in and out of her.
“Oh my God!”she said, clutching on to the couch for support.“Oh my fucking God!”
As steady as I could, I buckled the collar around her throat and grabbed her by it to thrust her toward me.Her tits bounced against the couch back, her moans getting lost in the empty house.
My dick slid in and out of her with ease, my balls becoming heavy with pressure.
“You’re doing so well for me,” I murmured into her ear, the words barely audible.I sank my arm around her waist and found her clit with my fingers, rubbing it in a steady rhythm.“So well.So, so well …”
“Call me your good girl.”
“You’re my good girl, baby.”I took her hand and placed it against her collar with mine guiding it across the leather.“This collar means you belong to me,my property, my good girl.Only mine.”
“Cairo”—she dragged my name out—“if you don’t stop, you’re going to make me?—”
A low grunt left my mouth, and I buried myself as deep into her as I could get and came inside my good girl’s tight pussy.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
FRASIER
I leanedagainst the entrance to the cafeteria, chatting up some cheerleader.I didn’t know her name, but she was cute, I guessed.Though she hadn’t stopped talking probably since middle school.
“Mmhmm,” I murmured to her, keeping her attention just enough while I scanned the hallways for any sight ofher.I brushed my hand against the girl’s hip and nodded along.“Is that right?That’s crazy.”
“Are you even listening?”she asked, crossing her arms.
My lips curled into a smug smirk, and I looked back at her.“Of course I am.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“Chelsea told Nicole, who told Allie about the D you got in History,” I said.
She giggled and looped her arm around mine.
God, sometimes, women were so simple.Just pay attention to them, buy them food, and indulge in their drama when they tell you about it.Too fucking easy.
After another moment of lingering by the door, expecting Astrid to finally walk down the halls because I’d seen her car in the lot last period, I pulled my gaze away from the girl on my arm and narrowed my eyes down the hall.
Cairo hadn’t been in school either all day.Veryunlike him.
I swore, if they had been—didn’t matter.I wasn’t waiting for Astrid anyway.
I was here for someone else.
A second later, Cairo turned the corner with Astrid following right after him, a small smile on her face.
And what was that around her neck?Was that a collar?That asshole had put a collar on her?When?This morning?That was what they had been doing all this time?!
If Calix saw this …
“All right, I’ll see you.Go wait for me in there,” I said to the girl, shrugging out of her grasp and gesturing for her to meet me in the cafeteria.Once she was gone, I headed down the hall toward Cairo.“Someone’s walking in late.”
“Class ran a bit over,” Cairo said, scratching the back of his head and lying straight through his teeth.
Astrid stared up at me through huge eyes, tugging at the collar around her neck, as if she wanted me to see,wantedme to say something to her.I relaxed my clenched jaw as best as I could and grabbed her hand.
“Good.I’ll take my girl from here then,” I murmured, pulling her down the hall.
