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She rises, her face scrunched from her sore muscles.

I tip her head back and check her neck. It’s fine. No evidence she was collared. That’s good. I pick up a pair of white cotton panties from the desk and squat in front of her. “Hands on my shoulders.”

She steadies herself as I tap one foot and then the other. After pulling the panties up over her bottom, I reach for the matching white cotton tank top. “Arms up.”

She eagerly raises her hands, letting me pull the shirt over her head. I straighten it and step back to look at her. Fuck, she might be sexier in the thin cotton than naked. I love how high and perky her tits are. The tank top is too thin to conceal the rosy color of her nipples or how stiff they are. The panties are not going to be able to conceal her arousal. They will be visibly wet as soon as something happens to make her cunt cream for me.

“Feel better?”

She nods. “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

I pull out the new chair I got her and help her settle into it. It’s a very expensive, ergonomic swivel seat that will ensure she’s relaxed at her desk.

She gasps as I push her in, staring at the monitor in front of her.

I chuckle. “You like it? I bought you a new laptop, too. It’s all hooked up.” I set a hand on the back of her chair and lean around her to jiggle the mouse, making the screen come to life. “All you need to do is log into your Microsoft account, and you should be in business.”

She tips her head back to look at me. “You bought me a computer?”

“Yes. Your laptop was very old. It wasn’t going to have enough space on the hard drive, and the operating system was outdated and no longer supported.”

She swipes a stray tear from her cheek.

I bend and kiss her temple, feeling like consoling her. I want her to know she will get both from me. She will get the sadistic bastard I’m fully capable of providing, as well as a nurturing side.

Granted, I don’t know a fucking thing about nurturing someone. Lord knows I never had any examples in my life to learn from. But I’ve been researching. I might not get it right at first, but I’ll learn to give my girl both sides of me to fulfill her needs.

I pull her World History book out of her backpack and set it in front of her. “Do your homework for this class and study for your quiz. I’ve found some past quizzes for this class and combined them. I’ll use them to test you in a few hours.” I tap the book to emphasize my words.

She stares at me again. “You’re serious.”

“Totally.” She’s not going to like this next part, but it’s not up to her. I make the decisions. I bend down, grab one of the heavy chains from the eyehook, and clamp the shackle to her closest ankle.

She sighs dramatically.

I kiss her temple again. “I’m going to go fix you a snack. I’ll be back in a few minutes. You get started.” I point to the insulated cup on her desk. “That’s water. You need fluids, precious girl.”

It’s hard to leave her, which is ridiculous. I’m only going downstairs. She needs some space. Some time without me hovering. The snack was something I made up to give her time alone. I could have easily prepared something while she was in her room.

I lock her in my room and take the stairs two at a time, feeling oddly good about things. When I step into the kitchen, I find Rook leaning against the counter. His arms are crossed, as though he’s been waiting for me.

Ignoring him, I head for the fridge and pull out an apple, a block of cheese, and some strawberries.

“What are you doing?” he demands.

Smirking, I start cutting the fruit and arranging it on a plate. “Same fucking thing you’re doing, I assume. Except in my case, I didn’t pick your fucking sister to fuck with.”

“I don’t have a sister.”

I shrug.

“Does she know?”

“What? About the freshman prank? No.”

“Did you prank her?”

“Yep.”