The drive is silent, and my cock is rock-hard for her. She tested me today, and hell if that didn't bring me to life after the dull hours in class all day. I tracked her in my Tesla and got to her as quick as my driver could. I was weakened for a moment when I saw her driving so fast and far away from me. Afraid she told her father everything and he spilled the secret that I have yet to tell Lizith. A dark secret that has the power to have her slipping from my fingers.

When I finally got to her, I was wound tight but thankful when I realized she’s still not aware of all the secrets I hold. I know I need to tell her, but now is not the time. Not when I just got her back.

Peering over at her, I see she hasn't lifted her head, and I warm, knowing she is under my power now. We are nearing the outskirts of downtown close to where our home is when my phone rings. I see the name Claire pop up and I answer, taking note when Lizith shifts and whimpers when she sees the female’s name.

“Claire, what can I help you with?” I ask.

“Sorry, Professor Stine. I know you said we are allowed to call you regarding our assignments, and I was just wondering.” She pauses, her voice shaky yet flirtatious, and I smirk. I can practically feel my little bird raging from here. Her eyes are glued to the dash’s screen, her mouth in a tight slit and her eyes narrowed. “Sorry, sir, I was a bit nervous to call.” She giggles like a schoolgirl, and I look to Lizith, daring her to sass me or say something to my student.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't in some way trying to rile her up. I know how much she needs me, and throwing jealousy in with her need will create one hell of a bad little thing in my hands tonight.

“That’s fine, Claire, but I am a bit busy. What can I help you with?” I draw out with a low rumble, and Lizith hisses at me, her eyes going mad.

“Well, I have been having trouble with my recent thesis, and I would love to meet with you after class tomorrow, maybe have a little private session,” she purrs, and I see Lizith’s eyes water and her lips fall into a broken frown.

“I can meet with you in an open-door appointment.” I finally let my bird have some relief and shut down my student.

“Oh, okay. That’s fine too. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” She sounds let down, but I don’t care. I can’t take my eyes off my girl, the red light we are stopped at making that possible.

“Goodnight, Claire.” I end the call before she can say her goodbyes, and I expect Lizith to set off into a rage, but she doesn’t. She stays still with her head low and tears falling down her rose-colored cheeks.

After a few moments of silence, she whispers into the car, “Since when do you give students your number? I thought I was the only one who ever got that special treatment.” Her jealousy is coming through, rearing its ugly head, and I welcome it. Our lovemaking is always more ravishing when we are on fire with jealousy. But this time, I may have hurt her, and that knowledge becomes apparent when she whimpers softly.

I love when she fucking whimpers.

“All professors do it now. She isn't special. She doesn't make house calls,” I respond as I pull up to our home.

“Don’t make what we had then sound like it was nothing. Don't think so carelessly of me. You make me sound cheap.” She turns her body from me, drawing as close to the window and door of the car as she can.

I want to respond, but I know better. I leave the car and come around to her side, and with gentle yet sturdy force, I grab her neck and set her into motion. She struggles a bit to get out, but once her feet hit the ground, I move us toward the house. Lizith’s back faces our home, and she walks backward as I slowly walk forward, guiding her.

“You are really pissing me off, little bird. You better tell me what has got you acting so crazy and disobedient tonight.” She shakes her head, denying me what I want. “Tsk, tsk, little thing. You are pregnant and I can’t get too rough, so the only way I’ll understand is if you willingly tell me, or I will fuck you so thoroughly—so fucking deep and hard—until you are about to come, and then I will stop. You only got me to that point once before, baby, and I remember how much you hated it. Want another night wound tight and throbbing? Soaking wet and fucking empty with only the imprint of my cock inside you?” I squeeze her neck tighter, and her chin lifts and her jaw goes lax.

“Or do you want my cum deep inside you and your pulse beating rapidly while you clench around me when you come? You pick, baby.” With that, I sweep her up and carry her through the door, up the stairs, and into our room. I throw her down on the mattress of our four-poster bed draped in white canopy curtains. She bounces and shakes, her entire body afraid of me.

I stalk her, pacing around the bed, and she watches me in silence.

Lizith tries to move, but my belt keeps her partially disabled from doing so. I undo my nicely pressed suit pants and release my cock. “On your knees, bird. Suck my cock.” She stays in her place on the bed and doesn't attempt to slide to the floor. “On the fucking floor!” She jolts and slips to the floor. I stroke my cock as I watch her move, her eyes and body giving her away. She is desperate for this side of me. I haven’t given her this since we found our way back to each other, and it might have been years, but it all feels like yesterday. So right. So natural. And I know she feels that too.

“Do it exactly how I like it. Do you remember, my pretty mess?” I look at her mascara-stained face and my spine curls, the beast inside me almost breaking from my skin. Lizith nods, and I reward her by petting her hair. “Good girl.”

Leaning in slowly, she brings her lips to the head of my cock, and I thrust gently, breaching her mouth and granting myself entrance.

“Fuck!” I grunt, as I grab her ponytail at the base and gain stability to start pumping. I love fucking her mouth. “More spit, get fucking dirty.” She peers up at me, and I watch as I slide in and out of her mouth, getting more and more wet as my precum and her saliva mingle. “Just like that.” I tilt my head and really watch her take me. I know I am pushing her gag reflex when her eyes water and she makes little noises around my cock, making it vibrate against my shaft and driving me wild.

“You gonna tell me now, little thing?” I ask, and she drops me from her mouth.

“No,” she says with surety, and I snap. Leaning down, I grab her by her throat and pull her to her feet. Spinning her around, I undo my belt from around her wrists and smack her hard on her ass with my bare palm. She yelps and cries out. “Xander!”

“I’m your fucking keeper. Undress! Now!” And she does, no hesitation in her movements. I keep stroking my cock, gripping harder when I see her round tits, perky and full. When she removes her shoes and bottoms, I growl as I choke my cock at the sight of her in little black, sinful panties. All lace and leaving nothing to the imagination.

“On your knees on the bed,” I bite out, and she does so slowly, taunting me with graceful movements. When she is in the position I want, her ass beckons to me. Lizith lays the side of her face on the bed and flattens her palms next to it. Her ass rises in the air, and I stand just to the side of her. I admire the view for a moment while I steady my emotions and my movements. I have to be in control completely, nowhere else in my mind or heart but in the place of her Dominant.

She waits for me, and in two little moves, my belt is folded in my hand, each end clasped in my fist as it falls into a teardrop shape, and as she whispers my name, I rear my hand back and bring the belt down hard. Lizith screams and it echoes in the room. She curls her spine as she tries to get her ass away from me, and I move. With my free hand, I splay my palm in the center of her smooth back and push down, making her ass rise back up.

“Two more, baby. Don’t try and move again.”

Lizith is crying, but she begs me, “Yes, Master. Please, do it again, my keeper.”

I bring it down again, leaving a red welt on her perfect globe. “Tell me why you are being so fucking defiant tonight!” I demand, and I look at her face, which is contorted with both pain and pleasure.

“No!”

I swing it a third time without warning. “Yes, Lizith, or you won’t fucking like what I will do to you tonight,” I speak low, through gritted teeth. “Now!”

“I just need you to remind me who I belong to! Make me remember how fucking crazy you are over me! You never punish me anymore, Master!” she screams out as I bring down my belt for a fourth smack that she wasn't expecting.

“Oh, my good girl. There it is.” Dropping the belt at my feet on the floor, I grab the lace fabric covering her pussy and pull, ripping it clean from her body. And like everything else, I give no warning when I thrust deep into her snug heat. I’m still dressed in my suit pants and pressed button-down shirt and vest as I peer down at the graphic scene in front of me.

Lizith grips the sheet and tries her best to look back at me as I slide in and out of her viciously—violent and delicious. She bears down on me every time, trying to get me to stay in, and I smile like the devil. My greedy little thing.

“Xander! Do you want her? Do you have another little bird?” she cries, peering back at me. I shake my head and move her fast. Pulling out and grabbing her hips, I flip her on her back and lift her hips from the bed, her top half the only thing left on the mattress as I grip her thighs and slam back into her.

“Don’t you dare fucking ask me such a foolish question. Look at my cock wet from your juices. You think I have something better? Look at this, baby. Fucking look at it!” I demand, my eyes looking at our connection. When her hazy, hooded eyes follow mine, her jaw drops as she looks at her hungry pussy lips clinging to my cock as I slide in and out harshly. “Does it fucking look like I want anything else? Like I could find anything better, my psycho little bird. Now shut your pretty mouth and let Master take care of you.” I let go of one hip, bring my hand back, and slap the part of her ass I can reach from this position, the loud smack echoing and causing her to hit her peak.

Lizith comes hard, going crazy. Her little stomach spasms and tightens, her legs shivering around my hips, and her chest turning a deep shade of red. Her eyes never leave our connection, and that sight alone makes me come hard. So much so that it leaks from her within seconds.

“Fuck,” we say in unison, not sure how we will come down from that.