29 - Blaine.

"Did you want me to look you in the eye?" I ask.

The flush in her cheeks returns. "Maybe."

I tighten my fingers around my throat, imagining the way she'd look with my leather collar around her neck. The collar I own with "Property of Blaine Luigi" etched into it. I would love to see her crawling around on all fours like an animal, wearing it and a leash for me, while I whip her beautiful skin until it's red with my marks. Hell, until she's bleeding for me and begging me to fuck her.

The depraved images in my mind make me harder than stone. As I return my attention to the innocent virgin in front of me, it's impossible to ignore how wrong it is. Azira can't know what sick fantasy I have playing in my mind. A fantasy I want to make a reality. She's an untouched student who hasn't even had normal, boring vanilla sex.

Normally, that idea would be enough to turn me off, but it only makes me long for her more, forcing me to tighten my grip and pull her flush against me until her firm breast