Her head tilts forward as she inches closer to the wet spot. I'm going mad with lust and need. I swear I can feel her breath through my pants. "Staring at it isn't going to make it disappear," I growl, sliding my fingers back into the haven of her hair. Her lips touch the spot, and a moment later, her tiny, pink tongue snakes out and gives the area a tentative lick. My fingers fist into her hair, bumping her nose into my thigh. I'm so close to losing it. Those innocent licks, the small pokes of her tongue. I can almost feel them on my shaft. I grind up to her mouth, my gaze flying up to John. His eyes are wide, his pupils blown as he takes in the scene. The pole in his pants as he rubs himself is as erect as I've ever seen it. And this is just from her licking up her own juices. Dear gods, what's going to happen at tonight's ceremony?
I have to get myself off beforehand. I'll embarrass myself if I don't. I'm fairly sure John will have to do the same. He bends down and stares at the crotch of her pants, his breath becoming more labored. Growling, I give him a glare, willing him to back off. But he shrugs and smirks at me before loosening his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He's going to get off to my submissive, my brain screams. But it's okay. It has to be okay. We've shared women dozens of times. Melody isn't going to be any different. Knowing this and believing it are two different things.
The rational part of my brain wants to shove her to him and let him have his way. The primal, possessive part of me wants to spirit her away and keep her to myself. Breathing deep, I close my eyes for a moment. Anything to block out the sight of her mouth as she works my pants over diligently, as well as the sight of my good friend John jacking off to her doing so. I'm going to have to train her quick and fuck her good. Anything to get her out of my head. This is dangerous territory, and I need to get out of here quickly. Glaring at John, I pull her off of me, keeping her facing me until he can tuck his stiff cock back into his pants. He's going to be blue balling so badly, but that's his problem. My problems are only just beginning.
Her lips are flushed and red. Looking down, my pants are a worse mess than when she first started, but I don't care. Standing her up, I push her in the direction of the bathroom. "Clean yourself up and grab some wet paper towels for my pants." Her face falls in the most adorable manner. It almost crumples.
"I didn't do it right?"
A chuckle escapes my lips. "You did just fine. But it's still wet, and I'll need to clean it a touch better before walking across campus. Especially with you in tow. No, Mouse." I slide my fingers across her soft cheek. "You did very well." She beams up at me, and my heart constricts just a touch. She's such a natural. It almost hurts that I'm going to be the one to break her, the one to jade her. But it cannot be helped because she will be broken. If not by me, it will be by another member of The Society. At least with me, I'll make sure there's no lasting damage. At least as little as I can manage.
As she shuffles her way to the bathroom, I thread my fingers through my hair.
"Holy hell. You weren't kidding. Good job snagging her, Jeremy."
I smile through gritted teeth. "I told you. She's a diamond. How the hell are we going to get through initiation?"
John frowns for a moment. "We might have to make it short. I, for one, can't wait to paint her in front of everyone."
"Speaking of which. Are you going to grant her wish?"
He snorts and walks over to the armoire. "Do you think she can actually handle you? I know you hate breaking your toys."
I tug at my hair again. "I think I can be gentle." John throws me a look. "At least as careful as I can be. God. She's a complete newbie. How long has it been since either of us had one?"
"I don't envy you, my friend. The new ones are always the hardest. They also fall fast. Make sure you don't let her trap you."
I snort and walk over to the bathroom. It's time for her to come out and face the music. "Trust me. We're seeing Bradley as soon as we're done here."
I rap on the door and wait for a moment before setting my ear to the cool wood. Nothing. Not a single sound. I was hoping to at least hear the water running or something. She doesn't even answer me when I call out to her. Frowning, I twist the doorknob and grin when it doesn't budge. "You actually allowed a lock on your bathroom door?"
John turns to me and actually looks sheepish. "Yeah. It was like that when the building was constructed, and I haven't thought of changing it."
"Please tell me you have a key. I'd hate to break your property."
He ambles around the desk and pulls a set from his desk drawer and tosses them to me. "I'd hate to kill you if you did."
"Gotta catch me first, old man," I mutter, sliding the key into the lock. I unlock the door and ease it open. There's Melody standing on her tiptoes, trying to pry open the small venting window. I just stand there watching her, a smile easing across my face. She's trying so hard and failing so miserably. I would feel sorry for her, but nothing in me can actually muster that feeling. The only thing I feel is a resounding desire to put her over my knee for being so foolish.
A smirk plays at my lips as she struggles with the window. Her ass bounces and shimmies with each movement, sending a hot shaft of lust straight through me. Behind it is a smaller, invasive feeling. But I ignore it, choosing to focus on the hilarity before me. Her slim frame slips just a bit, and my heart leaps into my throat. My pulse returns to normal when she regains a firmer stance. Enough of this. Her foolishness has gone on long enough.
"Don't actually think you'll fit up there." Shocked, she squeaks as her foot slides out from under her. Before she can fall, I scoop her up into my arms and pin her against my chest. "Ingenious, my dear, if not foolhardy." She struggles a bit, and I tighten my grip all the more.
Ignoring how perfect she fits in my arms, I bring her out of the bathroom and set her on the desk. "Let me guess, you probably didn't even clean yourself up, did you?" Her face turns crimson, and she turns away. "That's not how this works, Mouse," I grumble, turning her face back to me. "When I or anyone else in The Society gives you an order, you will damn well do it. Looks like we'll have to postpone your punishment while I inspect you. Trust me, it would have been better for you if you actually obeyed me." I plop her down onto the desk and rest my hands on either side of her hips.
She squirms, trying to get away. John comes up behind and brings her back down, flat against the desk so she's laying on it, holding her firm. Now, all that's left to contend with are her flailing legs. I grab them in my hands and pull them apart before wedging my hips in between. With no upper body leverage, her attacks become almost ineffectual. Her eyes widen in fear as my fingers inch up her thighs towards the buttons of her pants. Good. Let her be afraid. Let her realize exactly who she's signed herself up to. Her fear spurs me on, making me want to drag out this delicious interlude. But time is fast escaping. There's still so much to be done before tonight's initiation.
I tackle the buttons as her hips feebly undulate against me, trying to buck me off. I laugh as the button slips through the hole. Now, all I need to do is pry them off my squirming prey. With a tug, I slip them down her hips, and my senses are flooded with the smell of her arousal. Already I can see how soaked she is. Whether or not it's all from our current interaction or from earlier, I don't know, but I'm going to punish her for it all the same. While John holds her tight, I wrest her jeans off of her slim hips until they catch on her shoes. That will keep her from struggling too much. She attempts to flail them about, but I just stand out of the way.
After watching her writhe there for a moment, I let her calm down so I can take off her shoes. After divesting her of those, I drop her pants to the floor and spread her legs again. Precum wells up as I take in the soaked gusset of her underwear. It's definitely going to be a long night. Tsking softly, I skim my hands up her thighs and edge my thumbs under the crotch of her panties, reveling in the moisture gathered at her folds. She squirms some more but then arches up into my fingers, grinding against them. I allow a small victory grin. It will be so easy to subdue her. She's so ripe for the plucking. But first, she needs to learn that she doesn't disobey those in charge of her. I allow her a few more grinds before curling my fingers around the fabric and yanking it down.
She tries to close her legs, but my hips stand in the way, not budging an inch. Her feeble attempts are laughable. I scoot my hips back as her underwear slides down until I slip them over her ankles and onto the floor. Nodding to John, he holds her even firmer as I walk over to the armoire. Her head strains to look over and see what I'm doing as I slip past her field of view. Quickly, I grab the restraints with the chains attached and walk over to the desk. Ignoring her inquires, I simply attach a cuff to one ankle then the other. Gathering the length of chain, I attach one to the desk's leg just so she can't fling it at me while I work. I take the other leg and stretch it out as far as it will go, then anchor it down before going back to the previous leg and doing the same.
There she is, her legs spread, her pussy glistening, and God help me, but my mouth starts to water. Locking eyes with her, I stalk forward, letting the fear of my approach settle into her body. She quivers and tries to twist away, but John is holding her firm, and there's no way he's letting her go. "Now then. What are we going to do with a naughty submissive who can't obey?" She opens her mouth, but I shake my head, willing her not to speak. "Oh no. There is no defense here. You no longer have that right. I own you now. That's what that paper says. So that makes me judge and jury."
John raises an eyebrow but stays silent. I should be talking in the collective, but I can't. Right now, I need to possess this woman, to make her mine. Once I've had my fill, then she can belong to the group, but until I've fucked her out of my system, she will belong to me.