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She moaned and writhed under me. She didn’t seem to mind.

I groaned and kissed the back of her head. “I don’t want to pull out. I’m spent, but you feel so good I can’t bear to leave you.”

She said something, a sleepy mumble that I thought was, “Me neither.”

It set me off a bit, her soft, satiated state. “My dick belongs here. It’s my territory now.”

She moaned.

It wasn’t good enough. I pulled her hair. “Say it,” I ordered, tone firm, commanding.

“Your dick belongs inside me,” she mumbled into the sheets.

“Inside your cunt,” I corrected. “And say it all. Just how I said it. Were you paying attention? Or were you being a bad student again?”

“Your dick belongs inside me. My cunt is your territory now.”

I hummed with pleasure. “That’s right, pet. Your lovely cunt and all the rest of you, too.” I smacked her ass again. “Don’t you forget it.”

Eventually I did pull out, turning her over.

She sprawled out, boneless, her eyes closed. I kissed her and she smiled without opening them.

“Dinner, pet?” I asked her.

“Sleep,” she responded, turning away and burrowing into her pillow.

I smacked her bare ass again, but more lightly this time, then rubbed the plush, firm flesh. I was more than half tempted to fuck her again, awake or not, but instead I tucked her in tenderly and tore myself away.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

NOVA

I woke up alone, which was disappointing. He’d fucked me for real then left me. What a bummer. I’d always pictured him staying with me and holding me all night after he took me.

It was a Saturday so I tried out one of the new outfits in my closet, a very nice white button up blouse and pleated gray skirt. Not far off from my school uniform, though much higher quality. He liked me schoolgirl proper. So kinky. I shivered with pleasure. He even had knee socks and platform Mary Janes to finish off the look.

I braided my hair into two neat braids to get it just right.

I went downstairs and found Carter dressed in his usual professor getup and cooking breakfast.

He turned his head and gave me the tender smile I was already addicted to. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? You must’ve been tired. You slept for over twelve hours.”

I rubbed my eyes. “I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a long time, so I guess that makes sense.” I smiled at him tentatively. “Was it—I mean—did you—um, well, was I any good?” I finally got out then started blushing profusely.

He left what was on the stove still sizzling and approached me with a soul-melting smile. He cupped my face in both hands and touched his forehead to mine. “You were spectacular. Mind-blowing. I won’t forget last night for the rest of my life. How about me? Was I any good?”

I was warm and blushing and so happy, I felt tears welling up. It was just hot sex for him, but it meant so much to me that I could barely express myself. “You were the best,” I said simply.

He moaned as though he couldn’t keep the noise in and it was so hot. “And the only,” he said softly and firmly.

“And the only,” I repeated, sure it meant something different to him than to me, but just then I didn’t care. I was so content that I didn’t want to look ahead at what this would probably never be, instead I wanted to enjoy whatever it was in the now.

His hand snaked down and grabbed my sex. His touch was tender, but his voice was gruff. “And this is my territory.”

I knew just what he wanted. I ate him with my eyes as I repeated back softly, “And my cunt is your territory.”

He rewarded me with a kiss, both his hands moving to cup my face gently.