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I hadn’t told him that Lola was harassing me. Since Dean and I don’t share any classes, he hadn’t witnessed her aggression firsthand.
“She a little bit hates my guts,” I admit.
“Why?” Dean says.
I sigh. “No good reason.”
Dean’s eyes glint with that electric gleam I know so well. He says, in his deadliest voice, “I’ll deal with her.”
“No!” I beg. “Seriously Dean, please don’t. She’s just an asshole. I don’t want it to turn into a whole thing.”
Dean looks at me, stern and unsmiling. He grabs the ring of my collar and pulls me close, so I’m pressed against his furnace-like chest, having to tilt my chin all the way up to look into his face.
“She should know that you belong to me, little kitten,” he says softly. “That means she has no right to fuck with you. Because when she fucks with you, she fucks with me.”
Dean kisses me.
He’s still gripping the collar. The compression on my throat makes my head spin.
He releases me.
“Strip,” he says, as he selects the next song he wants to play.
I remove my clothes with trembling fingers. The closer it gets to Christmas, the colder the Bell Tower becomes, the chill let in through the gaps in the walls. But I know the minute I’m touching Dean, his blazing heat will warm me to the bone.
I’m shivering with anticipation more than with cold.
I can hardly stand the hours leading up to when I see Dean each night.
Our encounters in the Bell Tower have become more real than actual life. Everything else feels like a floating dream, compared to the intense sensation I experience here. I’m asleep in real life. I’m only truly awake with him.
“Kneel,” Dean orders once I’m naked.
I sink to my knees on the rough wooden boards, looking up at him.
Dean has likewise stripped off his clothes. He towers over me like a god. I want to be on my knees before him. I want to worship him.
His cock is already heavy and swollen, anticipating the touch of my lips.
“Suck my cock like you did last time,” he orders. “Softly.”
I know what he wants—he wants to see if we can replicate what we did last time.
I’m equally curious.
I run my fingers lightly down his shaft and flick my tongue gently around the head of his cock. As it begins to reach its full thickness and length, the pale skin stretching tight over the head, I take it in my mouth. I keep the pressure light, soft, and steady. I start to bring him to the edge, but slowly . . . holding him back as long as I can.
Dean breathes deep and slow, using his substantial powers of concentration.
I’ve never met anyone as disciplined as Dean. He has an intense level of willpower—I believe that’s the key to him taking control of this usually involuntary process.
His legs begin to shake, and he throws his head back and groans. His cock twitches and spasms in my mouth. Only a little clear fluid comes out on my tongue—he’s held back his actual load. I smile around his cock, knowing that means he’s going to be able to cum again.
Sure enough, his cock only grows harder, and I keep sucking it slowly, hardly able to hold back my grin.
I fucking love this.
I love making him cum over and over.
