CHAPTER7
Shelaine
My body burns as Luke walks away. Before, I thought maybe he wanted to play with me, but now, now I know he’s serious. My heart flutters in my chest, threatening to burst out. I hate that Dean Anderson is forcing us to wait so long, but I understand it.
There’s no way he can possibly know that I’ve wanted Luke for a few years now. I’ve never told him about the broken boy that watched me dance. Hell. I didn’t even tell Doctor Andrew. It’s a secret I’ve kept locked in my heart, only letting it out when I pleasured myself.
My biggest worry, though, is that he will end up finding someone else, leaving me alone amongst Dominants that seem to want nothing to do with me. His fingers on me drove away the darkness that started to creep up into my soul, silencing that soft voice that tried to convince me I was no good for anyone.
How is it that no one took advantage of me at Malum? How is it that I actually managed to escape the clutches of the man that bought me? If I was so desirable, then it shouldn’t have been possible. Even now, the Dominants of Loftry give me a wide berth. Is it just because they think I’m the dean’s? Or is it something else?
Can they see Malum’s taint on me, cursing me to only be with someone from there? I know it’s not my looks, not exactly. I’m not the most gorgeous person on the planet, but I’m definitely not the ugliest. Even with a cold eye, I can see my beauty. So it has to be something else.
Standing up, I give Dean Anderson a nod and head back to my desk. Luckily, there’s not much else to do, so I can direct my mind onto something as mundane as my homework. It doesn’t completely help, but it takes the edge off of my arousal. I’ll definitely have to take care of things when I get back to my dorm.
Pulling up my computer, I force myself to focus on the screen, but nothing makes sense. As a Loftry submissive, it’s not like I have to worry about grades, but it’s a pride thing. So far, I’ve managed to get all A’s without extra credit help from the kinky teachers.
Luke’s ability to destroy my calm threatens my chance at success. It’s a welcomed distraction, but a distraction, nonetheless. I’d hate to have to get a tutor since Luke’s rendering me unable to think.
Looking back through the lesson on polynomials, I sigh and decide to give up. Algebraic Geometry will just have to wait. Switching over to my science lessons, I try to distract myself with cloud patterns and what they mean. Just because a Dominant wants to claim me doesn’t mean I have to give up on all my dreams, does it?
When first confronted with the idea that I could major in anything and be anything, I thought back on my childhood dreams. As a kid, I wanted to be a storm chaser. Any time bad weather came through, I was front and center. Unfortunately, Loftry doesn’t have a school for that, but they do have what I need to learn meteorology.
It’s not exactly the job I want, but it will help me locate and track storms better. If only it didn’t require math. Math is the bane of my existence. More than likely, I’ll have to have someone help later this week. I’ll do the best I can, but if not, I’ll call on one of the other submissives that’s good at it.
All I have to do now is force Luke out of my brain and actually concentrate on the things I excel at, but that’s easier said than done. Anytime I move in the chair, my panties pull and shift, reminding me of just how wet I still am. Once more, he’s left me bereft without letting me have an orgasm.
I don’t blame him, but it could help with my concentration. If I can’t seem to get my brain to settle, I’ll send him a message on the app asking for permission to get myself off - as per the rules of a Loftry submissive. I know he already said I could, but this way, I’m still following protocol. I don’t want any indiscretions on my part to be why we can’t be together.
Besides, if I message him, he’ll know exactly when I start. If he wants to come help, I won’t say no at all. Would he want me to tease him? Show him my body over the phone? Would he drop everything just to race to my side and make me feel a touch of heaven again?
Just picturing his strong fingers as they roam over my body, touching me, hurting me, gets me wet again. I let out a low groan and tap at my keyboard. I need to do something, anything to distract me. I want to feel him touching me so badly that I can’t even breathe, let alone think.
Tonight can’t come quickly enough.
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Luke
Taking in a deep breath, I fill my lungs with the addictive scent of grass and dirt. Besides being with Ryker or trying to bring down the Ravens, the track was my home, my safe space. Looking out on the field, I smile as I watch my students stretching and getting ready for today’s practice.
Since I’m new here, I want to suss them out, to see who actually has skill and who needs to just quit. On my team, I only allow the best. Luckily for them, they’re all tremendous athletes. All I have to do is focus on the ones that need just a little boost.
My head isn’t in the game, though, far from it. All I can think about is Shelaine’s quivering lips and how I want to slide my cock deep inside her mouth. I know she’s a virgin, but I wonder if she’s ever given head before. A tendril of jealousy coats the back of my throat as I picture her bent over the lap of another guy, pleasuring him in a way that only I should be pleasured.
Shaking my head, I force those thoughts to the side. They won’t do me any good. Besides, it’s not like I’ve been celibate. Usually, I don’t care what a woman’s body count is. To me, the more guys she’s been with, the better she can please me. But with Shelaine, any encounter is just far too much.
It’s so odd that she was in Malum and didn’t have to give up even a single blow job, much less still be a virgin. I don’t think she’s lying, but without a hymen, who can tell? My mouth waters at the thought of spreading her open and examining her. When I slid my finger in, there wasn’t any barrier or resistance, but she was tight. Dear God, she was tight.
Hers is the type of pussy that can choke a cock, and I can’t wait to slide into her wet heat. Virgin or not, lying or not, I’ll still own that pussy. No one will ever be able to compare to the ecstasy I will give her.
Though a part of me wants to go back to the office and grab her, throwing her on the desk to fuck her and get it out of my system, I’m going to refrain. I want our first time to be at the claiming ceremony. I want every motherfucker in that school to see just how well I can fuck and pleasure my submissive.