I unbutton her shorts and yank them off, along with her panties, dropping to a crouch to help her untangle them from her legs. After I stand, I pepper her ass with slaps, varying my target so she never knows where the next one will fall-one time on the back of her thigh, the next on her other cheek, then her pussy. I slap until her ass turns rosy red and her pussy grows slick and swollen.
Then I pick up a pen and shove it between her fingers. "Fill out the acceptance letter."
"No. I'm not ready to make that decision."
I shove back the heaviness that threatens to descend. Believe me, I get it. Living apart from Sheridan would be the worst kind of suckage ever. But we're talking Stanford.
"Fill it out. Send it in. You can always change your mind later." Not that I'll let you.
She gives an exaggerated sigh, still refusing to hold the pen I was pressing her fingers around.
I glance around the desk and snatch up a ruler from her pen jar.
"Fill it out, baby, or you're going to get paddled."
She laughs in my face. "Please. That won't do much."
She's right. It was a thin little piece of wood. If I used it hard enough, it would probably break. Still, I take her words as a challenge and apply the ruler thoroughly, first to one cheek, then the other.
She squeals and shifts on her feet-I think it works. The ruler leaves cute red stripes. Too bad they'll heal so fast-I rather like the idea of leaving marks on her. Something to remember me by.
"Fill it out."
She laughs. "Okay, okay. I'm filling it out."
I rub her reddened ass, squeezing roughly. My dick is so hard it's going to break off and I already know this scene is going to be in my spank bank for years to come.
I pull a condom out of my pocket and rip it open while Sheridan checks the box and signs her name.
I pop her on the ass again twice, once on each cheek. "Put it in the envelope."
She giggles and does as she's told. I fucking love that she trusts me enough to let me dominate her this way, that she's as turned on by it as I am.
I spring my erection and roll the condom on. "Now for your fucking," I say, like it's a punishment, too.
She hollows her back, lifts her blushing ass to me. Hell to the yeah. I push in, slow at first, but she's plenty wet, totally ready.
Okay, then.
She's going to get it hard.
"Keeping secrets from me has consequences," I say, pushing her torso down further, until she's flat against the desk. I press my hand to the back of her neck to hold her in place.
"Oh yeah? What are they?" Her husky voice nearly makes me jizz in the condom right there.
"You're about to find out, sweetheart." I grip her nape and use my hold to leverage myself back and into her again, slamming hard.
She grunts, then moans.
"You're going to take it hard today, little wolf. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
She lets out a sweet little whimper and I continue to ram into her, slapping my loins against her hot ass, shoving her feet wider.
"Are you going to keep things from me again, baby?"
"Ugn, no," she moans.
I piston faster. "That's right. You're not. Because now you know what happens."
I'm feeling like a porn star, the kind who uses and degrades his partner in the worst kind of the way, but I can't find it in me to feel bad, because Sheridan is loving the hell out of it. In fact, it's hard to tell who's getting off more-we're both about to blow so hard the roof flies off the house.
Her sounds grow more urgent, cries more needy and stars dance behind my eyelids.
My thighs shake, balls draw up right. "Fuck, Sheridan, fuck!" I can't stop the urge to fuck her harder, drill deeper, so deep she'll remember me every time she moves.
"Please, Trey," she moans.
"I'm going to come," I warn, because there's no holding it back now.
"Yes, come!"
I slam into her and shoot my load, and she shrieks, body convulsing beneath mine. I pull her torso up until her back meets my chest and pinch both her nipples while we both still come and come straight into tomorrow.
Like always before I shift, my vision domes, canines lengthen. If I don't mark her soon, I'll go fucking moon mad. But I hold strong for her. She's too young. Her dad would kill me. I'll wait until the time is right and we both agree. I grit my teeth and hold my wolf at bay, my muscles shaking with the effort.
When I have control, I squeeze her firm breasts and stroke my cock in and out. "That's it, sweetheart. There's no getting away from me. You could go to college across the Earth and I'd still wait for you. Or I'd come find you when you were done. You're mine."
"Mark me," she whispers.
Fuck! My teeth descend further.
"Not yet," I grit and pull out, not trusting myself to keep touching her when she's tempting me so fucking hard.
"Why not?" She turns to challenge me.
I step back. "You need to be sure. Once I claim you, there's no backing out."
She pulls the collar of her t-shirt down to offer her shoulder for my bite.
"Baby," I croak. I'm fucking dying here. My cock's gone rock hard again, serum coats my teeth, ready to be embedded into her skin, to claim her as mine forever.
But this is just like the college thing. I'm not going to let her screw her future out of some eighteen-year-old's impulse to mate the first guy she fucks.
"We'll talk about it later." I turn away from her, as if removing the sight of her beautiful face will somehow tamp down the wolf's raging desire.
"I love you, Trey," she says softly to my back.
I almost drop to my knees.