Page 25 of His to Teach

"What are you doing?" she gasps, arms tightening around my neck.

"Taking you home where you belong." I kick the door open, carrying her into the hallway. "Where's your bag?"

"Under the bed, but⁠—"

"Get it tomorrow." I'm already moving toward the stairs, not caring who sees us. Let the whole fucking university witness. I'm done hiding.

Students stare as I carry her across campus, her face buried in my neck. Some recognize me, whispering behind their hands. I ignore them all, focused entirely on the precious weight in my arms, the soft breath against my skin, the miracle of having found her.

By the time we reach my apartment—our apartment—she's relaxed against me, the fight drained from her body. I manage to unlock the door without putting her down, kicking it shut behind us.

I don't set her down until we reach the bedroom. When I do, it's to place her gently on the mattress, my body immediately covering hers. My mouth finds hers again, kiss deeper and more demanding than before.

"Don't ever leave me again," I growl against her lips. "Ever."

"I won't," she promises breathlessly. "I'm sorry. I thought⁠—"

"Don't think." I nip at her lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Just feel."

I strip her quickly, efficiently—clothes flying to the floor until she's naked beneath me. Her skin is pale in the dim light filtering through the blinds, marked here and there with fading bruises from our previous encounters. My marks. My claim.

From the bedside drawer, I withdraw the silk ties we've played with before. Her eyes widen as I take her wrists, binding them to the headboard with swift, practiced movements.

"Gordon..."

"You tried to run from me." I strip off my own clothes, never taking my eyes from her bound form. "Tried to make decisions for both of us. That's not how this works, princess."

She swallows hard, pupils dilating with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. "I was wrong. I know that now."

"Yes, you were." I kneel between her spread thighs, hands stroking up her legs, over her hips, across her stomach. "And now I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

I take my time, touching every inch of her body except where she needs it most. By the time my fingers finally slip between her thighs, she's writhing against her bonds, desperate for release.

"Please," she begs, hips rising to meet my touch. "Please, I need you."

"What do you need?" I circle her entrance with two fingers, gathering her wetness but not penetrating. "Tell me exactly."

"You," she gasps. "Inside me. Please, Gordon."

"That's not what you call me when you're begging." I push one finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit the spot that makes her keen. "Try again."

Her face flushes with beautiful shame, eyes closing briefly before meeting mine again. "Please, Daddy. I need you inside me."

The word ignites something primal in my chest. I withdraw my fingers, position myself at her entrance, and thrust home in one powerful stroke that makes her cry out. The angle is perfect, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body completely at my mercy.

"You're my good little girl," I growl, establishing a rhythm that has the headboard knocking against the wall. "Staying forever. Never leaving again. Say it."

"Never leaving," she gasps, pulling against the ties as pleasure overtakes her. "Yours forever, Daddy."

I reach between us, thumb finding her clit as my pace increases. "Gonna breed you so you never doubt again," I promise, the words pouring out unfiltered. "Fill you with my child so everyone knows who you belong to."

Her eyes fly open at that, pupils blown wide with desire. "Yes," she moans. "Yes, please. Make me yours completely."

I lean down, mouth at her ear. "I'm going to come inside you," I murmur, voice rough with emotion and lust. "Going to fill you up until my seed takes root. And then I'm going to marry you, princess. Make you mine in every way possible."

She convulses around me at the words, inner walls clamping down as she comes with a broken cry of my name. I follow immediately, burying myself as deep as possible and flooding her with my release, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

Afterward, I untie her wrists, massaging the reddened skin gently before gathering her against my chest. She curls into me like she's made to fit there, small and perfect in my arms.