8. Connor

Where the fuck was she?

As I waited in the dimly lit living room of my townhouse, the stillness was palpable, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the aging wood beneath my feet. Brooke was due any moment now, and the thought sent a jolt of anticipation through me. She"d be furious, no doubt, her fiery spirit clashing with the reality of her new circumstances. I found myself musing over whether her father had already broken the news to her, detailing the extent of the agreement that bound her to me. The idea of her learning that she was, in a manner of speaking, mine, and that no knight in shining armor was coming to her rescue, was a thought I savored.

In my room, I had deliberately set aside a space for her. It was more than just a physical area; it was a clear declaration of her presence in my life and my control over it. My plan was simple yet sinister: to make her existence within these walls a living hell. The anticipation of asserting this dominance, of watching her navigate the maze I"d meticulously crafted, was thrilling. This wasn"t just about retaliation; it was a calculated move in a game where I held all the cards.

However, as the time drew nearer for her arrival, I couldn"t help but feel a complex mix of emotions. Brooke had always been stubborn, her defiance and resilience something I begrudgingly admired. Integrating her into my space, forcing her into a world where I dictated the terms, was a challenge I looked forward to. The dynamic between us was charged, a volatile blend of animosity and undeniable chemistry that neither of us could fully ignore.

I envisioned the moment she"d step through the door, her eyes meeting mine, a silent battle of wills commencing. There was a part of me that relished the idea of breaking her, of watching that indomitable spirit falter.

But another, less acknowledged part, was curiously excited for the spark she"d bring into my otherwise boring life. Brooke was unpredictable, a curveball that could turn the tables in unexpected ways. The thought was as unsettling as it was invigorating.

I had every intention to make her life hell, yet I couldn"t shake the feeling that she might just do the same to mine. The game had changed, and with Brooke entering the fray, it was bound to become even more tumultuous.

Brooke arrived with the movers a few minutes later, her arrival cutting through the silence of the townhouse like a knife. I directed the movers with a nod towards the designated space I had prepared for her things.

"Just put the boxes in the living room for now," I instructed them, my voice carrying the authority I felt over the situation.

The movers nodded, going about their task with efficiency, leaving me to address the real matter at hand.

Turning to Brooke, I caught the glare she didn"t bother to hide, her eyes alight with a mix of rebellion and anger. "Come to my study," I said, gesturing for her to follow. "I want to go over the contract with you face to face, so you understand exactly what the expectations are."

Her glare deepened, but she followed, her steps heavy with reluctance.

My study reflected my personality—neat, organized, with every book and document in its rightful place. However, the corners of the room told a different story, cluttered with stacks of papers and various items I hadn"t found the time to sort through. It was a controlled chaos. I moved behind my desk, ready to face whatever storm Brooke was about to unleash.

"Sit," I commanded, gesturing towards the chair in front of my desk with a firmness that brooked no argument.

Brooke, however, was not so easily swayed. "I'd rather stand," she bit out, her words muffled by gritted teeth.

"That wasn't a suggestion," I retorted, my patience wearing thin. I rummaged through my desk, finding the file I needed and tossing it onto the desk towards her. "You belong to me now, Westwood. That means you listen to me. I tell you to jump, you do it. No questions."

"That's not going to happen," Brooke countered, her arms crossed over her chest.

"It will, or I'll deliver you to Leo Wolfe myself," I lied, a threat I knew would hit close to home.

Her eyes narrowed, disbelief and anger mingling in her gaze. "You wouldn't dare."

"You ruined my life," I continued, each word laced with the bitterness of our shared past.

She tried to interject, but I wasn"t having it.

"Shut up," I snapped, the agitation clear in my voice. "It doesn't matter. Look at the contract. You're mine now. You'll be staying in my room. You'll be living with me. You'll cook for me. You'll clean for me. You'll do whatever I want whenever I want, and in return, your father is free to do what he wants without question because somehow he roped you into taking the punishment he deserved." Her face flushed with anger, but I pressed on, relentless. "Anything I want. Anything."

"Are you still going to be my professor?"

"Of course," I replied, leaning back in my chair with a nonchalant shrug. "If I wasn"t, things would be suspicious, wouldn"t they? There are only a few more weeks in the quarter." I gave her a look, one that I hoped conveyed a mix of irritation and begrudging respect. "Annoyingly, you"re a decent student. It wouldn"t be fair to take that away from you, especially when you actually did put in the work."

"Fair?" Brooke demanded, her voice rising with incredulity. "Now you're worried about fair? None of this is fair!"

"Are you done?" I asked, my tone laced with boredom. This was all a game, and her indignation, while amusing, was beginning to wear thin. "You're the one who got yourself involved?—"

"I was trying to help my father," she shot back, her defiance flaring up again.

"A lot of good that did," I retorted coldly. "When are you going to learn he doesn't care about you? What father would give his only child, his daughter, to someone like me?"

Brooke opened her mouth to argue but then closed it, her anger simmering beneath the surface. She knew I was right, even if she didn"t want to admit it.

"What if people find out?" she finally asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "What if they know I'm living with you?"

"I wouldn't let that happen," I warned her, my voice firm and commanding. "Your father will be the one who faces the consequences, and your reputation will be tarnished, maybe even longer than mine is. People expect me to be an asshole. I've been a pest on the ice. But you? Perfect, innocent Brooke Westwood? You have a lot farther to fall than I ever did."

"Why are you doing this?" Brooke whispered, almost helplessly.

I ignored the tightness clenching in my chest at her tone. "What are you talking about?" I feigned ignorance, even as the satisfaction of having the upper hand began to wane. "I thought you'd be more grateful. Would you rather belong to Leo Wolfe? Would you rather your father still have to pay his debts to them?"

Her defiance seemed to falter, but she clenched her teeth, fighting to maintain some semblance of control. "Why would you do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why pay one point five…?"

"Don't think I did this for you," I cut her off, my voice harsh, trying to mask the complexity of my motives. "I did this to make you pay. And you're going to do that right now." Standing up, I tried to embody the authority I felt was necessary to maintain control over the situation. "Get on your knees."

"What?" she bit out, the fight returning to her voice, a testament to her spirit.

"Get. On. Your. Knees." I repeated, my patience wearing thin.

"Why?"

"No questions, remember?" I reminded her coldly. "Now, do I have to call your father and tell him you aren't listening?"

She glared again, her anger palpable. "I hate you."

"So you've said," I replied, tiredness seeping into my voice despite myself.

But she listened, her compliance a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamics at play.

"What are you —"

"No. Quiet. You don't get to talk," I said. I unbuckled my slacks. "You're going to show me what else you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours."

"The fuck I will," Brooke said, but she didn't get up.

"And if you even think of biting me," I continued, ignoring her little tantrum, "I'll fucking make you regret it. You'll be begging to go with Leo. Do you fucking understand me? Now…open your mouth."

I pulled out my cock, already hard. The sight of her on her knees, knowing she was hurting, stirred hunger inside of me.

She hesitated for a moment before parting her lips, her eyes wide with fear and defiance. I couldn"t help but feel a perverse sense of satisfaction at her submission.

"Good girl," I said, my voice low and thick with lust. "Now, I'm going to come all over that face. I want to memorize what you look like with your face smothered in my jizz."

With shaking hands, she took my cock in her mouth, her teeth grazing the tip as she attempted to control the gag reflex. I gripped the back of her head, pushing down gently, guiding her movements. Her body was tense, but she continued, knowing the alternative was unimaginable.

I watched as she struggled, her cheeks hollowing as she took me deeper, faster. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt an overwhelming surge of power. She was mine, and there was nothing she could do to change that.

With a growl, I thrust into her mouth, feeling her gag on my cock. I held her head steady, forcing her to take every inch. Her eyes widened in terror, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for air.

"You"re mine, you understand?" I growled, thrusting deeper. "You belong to me now. You"ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it."

She gagged harder, her eyes pleading for mercy. I could feel the urgency building within me. I wanted to make her understand what it meant to belong to me. I wanted to break her, to show her powerless at my mercy.

I pulled her off my cock, spittle dribbling down her chin as she panted for breath. Her face was red, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked like she was about to pass out.

"I want you to touch yourself," I commanded, my voice low and menacing.

Her eyes widened in shock and horror, but she didn"t argue, instead reaching down to pull off her skirt. I walked over to her, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back.

"Look at me," I growled, my breath hot on her face. "You'll do as I say, and you'll enjoy it. Or you'll live with the consequences. Do you understand me?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wet with tears, tears that probably pissed her off even more. I pushed her onto the floor, where she continued to fumble with her skirt, her trembling hands shaking as she slid it down her legs.

"Spread your legs," I instructed, my voice cold and hard. She did as she was told, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide with fear.

"Touch yourself, Brooke," I snarled, my voice low and demanding. "Show me how juicy your pussy is right now because right now."

Brooke"s trembling fingers hesitantly parted her lips, and she let out a shaky gasp as she listened to me. She knew what was at stake, and she believed me when I said she"d regret it if she didn"t follow my orders.

"That"s it," I growled, my voice filled with satisfaction as I watched her explore her body under my command. "Keep going. Touch yourself faster."

She complied, her breaths becoming faster and more ragged, her eyes closed in concentration. Her body was betraying her, responding to my commands despite her fears.

"You like this, don"t you?" I asked, my voice dripping with contempt. I fisted my cock, stroking myself as I watched her. "You responding to me, to my control."

Brooke didn"t answer, but her breaths quickened, her hips bucking slightly as she continued to touch herself. I watched, satisfied, as she lost control of her body, succumbing to my power.

"Look at me," I growled again. "I want you to watch me when you come. I want you to know that you came for me. Because as much as you hate me, you still know that I can make you feel like you've never fucking felt before."

Her eyes opened wide, and she forced herself to look at me as she continued to touch herself, her pace increasing. She tried to glare, but she couldn't keep the pleasure off her face. I matched her rhythm, my cock now slick with pre-cum from the sight of her submission. She was mine. And I was going to make sure she knew it.

"Are you going to come for me, Brooke?" I demanded, my voice low and commanding. "Are you going to let me take control of your body like this?"

She whimpered, the sound barely audible. Her fingers moved faster, her breaths coming in short gasps.

"Say it, Brooke. Tell me you"re going to come for me."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with fear and defiance.

"Don't make me tell you again," I said roughly.

She met my eyes, but slowly, they softened and, with a soft, shaky voice, she whispered the words I"d been waiting for. "I"m going to come for you."

I could feel my own release building, the sight of her surrender and the sound of her defeat exacerbating my arousal. I reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her fingers away from her soaked pussy, and brought them to my mouth. I kissed them, savoring the taste of her arousal, before letting go and watching as she continued to touch herself without my direction.

"Fuck, you're as good as I remember," I said without meaning to. "Fucking delicious, Westwood."

She whimpered again, her body shaking as she came, her eyes wide with surprise. I watched as she convulsed; her release making her tremble uncontrollably. For a moment, I felt like I could see her soul leaving her body, writhing in the pleasure I was inflicting upon her.

"That"s it," I growled, watching as she writhed in pleasure. "Keep going. Give me more."

Brooke continued to writhe, her body shaking as she rode out her orgasm. I could see the sweat glistening on her skin, her face contorted with pleasure and pain. It seemed like the world around us stopped, out of time and space, just for that moment.

As her orgasm subsided, she lay there, panting, her body still trembling. There was no testament to her previous defiance, no fight left in her. She was broken, and I had conquered her.

With a satisfied growl, I reached down and grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back so she was looking at me.

I continued to stroke my cock, faster and faster, until I found my own release.

With a groan, I spilled myself onto her face and neck, my come dripping down her skin, leaving a sticky mess. She whimpered, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Clean yourself up and go to bed," I snapped, reaching for a tissue on my desk. "I'll be up shortly."

I didn't watch as she scrambled out of the room, but once the door slammed shut, I loosed a breath.

Fuck.

If I wasn't careful, this would all fall apart…and I hadn't even put a dent in my plans for her.