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Turning the water off, I quickly towel myself dry before wrapping it around my waist and returning to our room. Twisting the doorknob, it doesn’t budge, so I knock and wait for Cole to answer it. When he does, I see he’s already fully dressed, and the rich scent of his cologne wafts into my nose. I don’t know that I’d ever noticed it before tonight.

It’s decadent, like a rich red wine mixed with notes of vanilla.

He doesn’t speak, he just moves out of the way for me to enter, closing and re-locking the door behind me.

“I picked your clothes out. The blue looks nice on you, it brings out the color of your eyes.” His comment throws me off, it’s so out of place for Cole, but I don’t get a moment to consider who else Cole might be—besides the asshole I’ve come to know—before he speaks again. “But, before you get dressed, go ahead and get into position for me. Towel off.”

I hang the damp towel from my bed post before dropping to my knees in front of him. Desire simmers throughout my body, just under the surface. Suddenly I’m nervous to go out tonight. We need to keep this a secret, for good reason. I doubt we’d be accepted as part of our frat any longer if word got out about this. But that doesn’t mean I’m not worried about what he could possibly have in store for me while we’re there.

I’ve seen firsthand the games Cole likes to play.

“Earlier today, I told you to forget about everyone other than me, right?”

This again?

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you didn’t listen.”

“No, Daddy.” I shake my head slightly.

“So now, because of that, I’m not sure if I can trust you to be around others. What happens if the need strikes and you’re unable to control your urges?”

“I won’t make that mistake again, Daddy. I promise.”

“I believe that you believe what you’re saying, but just in case, I’m going to make sure you carry a reminder of who you belong to while we’re at the party tonight, okay?”

“Y-yes, Daddy?” Swallowing nervously, I wonder what the hell he’s talking about.

I watch as he pulls a black sharpie from his pocket before lowering himself to the floor in front of me. He pulls the cap of the marker off with his teeth, then grabs my cock, and I gasp at his touch.

The sensation of the marker’s tip running along my soft, sensitive skin sends shivers up my spine.

I moan gently, and Cole squeezes my shaft almost so hard it hurts. Almost.

“That’s enough of that. I’m this close to telling Cam we both came down with a stomach bug and we need to stay behind. We’ve only just begun, and I already can’t get enough of you. I should have made you agree to be mine for longer. I’m going to have a hard time letting go tomorrow.”

His admission sends pleasure straight to my cock, and I tense in his hold.

“Down, boy…” he jests, feeling my arousal strengthen beneath his fingers.

Part of me wants him to give Cam the excuse that we’re not feeling well. The other part of me doesn’t want my dick to fall off from overuse.

“There. This will serve as a reminder of who the fuck you belong to, should the desire to stray from me return, got it?”

I lower my gaze to see “Cole’s Cock” written down both sides of my shaft. My dick twitches at the idea of his ownership of me, and a smile spreads across my face.

“Your clothes are on your bed.” Cole stands up, and I follow suit.

As I get dressed, I listen to him rattle off another set of instructions, which he seems to have an extensive list of for nearly any occasion.

I’m not allowed to flirt with anyone.

I’m not allowed to hang out with him or even look in his direction. He wants to maintain our “enemies” façade, and I agree with him. Honestly, knowing how hard it will be not to look at him is enticing…thrilling.

No drinking allowed—for either of us—but I’m to use a cup of water as a decoy to keep people from asking me why I’m a frat boy not indulging at a frat party.

And every thirty minutes, he wants me to sneak away to the bathroom to send him a picture of his cock.