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“Don’t fucking talk about her like that,” he shouts, but I press into his throat a little tighter.

“I suppose you’re right. It would be more fun if it weren’t a fake.” I pretend to think hard for another option. “Well, I was able to successfully hack into her computer.”

Mason opens his mouth, but I put my hand over it, stopping whatever he had to say from coming out.

“I haven’t done anything yet, but the possibilities are endless. I could give her a virus, I could send an unfortunate email to a staff member, or another student, or…students… Get her expelled?”

“Why are you like this?” He pulls my hand away from his mouth. “Did your mother not hug you enough as a child? Why do you get off on torturing people?”

This earns him a smile. I love when people think I came from a broken household, and that’s why I am the way I am. It couldn’t be further from the truth. I grew up with two doting parents and surrounded by happy siblings. Why is knowing exactly what you want and not being afraid to go after it such a bad thing?

Mason will learn. Submitting to my desires will be exhilarating for us both.

I inhale, getting ready to answer him, but something stops me.

“You fucking smell like her.” The sentence comes off in a snarl.

His eyes dart between mine nervously, but he steels himself and speaks again. “What will it take for you to leave Avery alone?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” Closing my eyes, I ready myself for this moment. The one I’ve been anticipating for the last month.

With my bottom lip between my teeth, I take a half step closer to him. Our noses are almost touching. I keep my grip firm around his neck, my thumb on his pulse point. His blood gushes through his veins at the same rate as the blood rushing to my throbbing cock.

“I want you. For one night, you’ll submit to me. You’ll obey every one of my instructions, when and how I command. You’ll forget all about Avery. The only person you’ll have to worry about… is me.”

Mason swallows nervously again, his heart racing. “I-I don’t understand.”

“Your pulse gives you away, Haywood. It’s… excited. Just as much as your cock is, if I had to guess.” Before he can react, I reach between his legs and grip him over his jeans. “Hard again already, Mason? Did Avery not quite do it for you?”

It’s not lost on me that he does nothing to try and stop me.

“Fuck off, Warrington,” he pants, his voice too weak to make the curse land.

“It’s just one night. Then, all of this will be over. It’s not like you’re anchored to Avery. And she’s certainly not worried about your feelings, otherwise she would have either cut you loose or taken the plunge and made things official by now.”

His eyes look everywhere but at me. My hand remains on his cock, the other loosening but still around his neck for now. I don’t move, nor do I worry about what the outcome of this will be. He will give me what I want, not to save his little Avery. But because the idea of submitting to me excites the fuck out of him. He’s just scared to admit it, which is totally normal. Especially with someone who has never been with a guy before. At least I don’t think he has. I’d be willing to bet a year’s worth of tuition on it.

“And I have your word? You’re done fucking with her if I say yes? For good, not just until the day is over?”

“That’s the second thing you need to learn about me, Haywood. I don’t break promises. As long as you give me your all, I give you my word.”

Licking his lips, he looks somewhere behind me, unable to hold my stare as he mulls things over. We already both know he’s going to agree. He just needs to man up and admit he wants this too.

Breathing heavily, his gaze returns to me at last. With a final exhale, he speaks. “Fine. I agree to be yours until tomorrow morning. Not a minute longer.”

“Excellent.” Removing my hands from him, I back away.

He doesn’t move. Still stock-straight, he remains up against the door as though he’s waiting for permission to relax. I walk to where his chips and sandwich landed when I knocked them out of his hand earlier. Picking them up, I place them gently on his desk, then turn to face him again. He still hasn’t moved.

“Ease up, Haywood. Come eat. You’re going to need it.” I pull his chair out and motion for him to sit in it.

Ever the good boy, he slowly pads over and takes a seat. As he opens the bag of chips, I move to stand directly behind him. Running my hands over his shoulders, I feel his muscles tense again. I massage them gently, trying to get him to relax. This will be infinitely harder if he doesn’t learn to chill.

“Don’t stress about this. Eat. Go to class—but shower first for fuck’s sake.” Letting my hands wander, they graze around to the front of his throat as well as down his chest. “Then, tonight, after dinner, when I finally have you alone and on your knees, we’ll go over what happens next. There’s a lot to discuss.”

I feel him swallow nervously as my hands stroke the trunk of his neck gently.

I’ve never played the role of Daddy before, and I have no idea if I’m cut out for it. I love being the dickhead everyone loves to hate. But Mason isn’t like anyone else I’ve ever been with. I can tell he’ll need to be tended to a little differently than I’ve taken care of my subs before. But I don’t intend on taking it too easy on him, that would defeat the purpose of why I enjoy what I do.