Celia

I strut towards Gio's truck after class, sending him a quick text.

"The guy from last night is coming with me. Please, sir, don't lose thy shit."

Gio lowers his head to read my message, then glares at me, getting out of his car.

"Gio, this is Patrick, my classmate..." I say with a sheepish smile. Please, don't murder him. "Patrick, this is Gio, my boyfriend."

Gio quietly stares at my skinny, blonde-haired classmate for what feels like eternity.

Patrick nervously chuckles. "Sorry, man." He offers a handshake. "Celia explained you two are dating, I didn't mean any disrespect last night. We're just friends."

Gio raises his brow then gives me a subtle scowl as if to say 'you couldn't do better than this?' Such a drama queen.

"Don't sweat it, Patrick." I smirk at Gio. "Anger looks good on him."

Patrick awkwardly laughs while Gio sighs, crossing his arms. 

"Pst." I glance to Pat. "Ey. Get to the point."

"Oh!" Patrick pulls out his phone and opens his Instagram story from last night.

It's a boomerang video of my masterpiece.

A white, pocked-sized bible with carved out pages, leaving a hollow square. Inside are three thin glasses of our products— sativa, indicate, hybrid. The text 'Holy Bible' switched to 'Holy Trinity.'

My dad would be so proud.

"People want it. I've been getting nonstop requests. Asking where I got it from, what's your contact info, how they can order some." Pat smiles with money eyes. "I told Cel you should go legal. Make a brand out of it before someone steals the idea and makes a buck out of it."

Gio's laughs humorlessly. "You think I want to run an official weed business?"

"Gio, listen," I say. "We can either sell for another year and panic every day about getting caught or we can start a warehouse in a town that permits it and get a license. The answer is obvious."

He opens his mouth then closes it, taking another deep breath. "It was nice to meet you, thanks for the suggestion." He shakes Pat's hand.

"No problem, man. Hey, take my business card," Pat pulls out a black card from his wallet. "I'm a licensed distributor. If you go legal, I'd love to work with you."

I wave bye to Patrick. No hug. He seems to be on the same page. Wonderful, I've always wanted a human-sized repellant.

"You didn't have to be so rude," I pout on our way home. "I worked really hard on this opportunity. You better not get on his bad side!"

"I don't need a stranger to tell me what to do," Gio drawls, keeping his eyes on the road. "It's none of his business."

"It is his business," I laugh. "He's a distributor. He wants to distribute original, popular products. He was being nice! He could've just sold the idea to one of his many, respectful connections."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to run an official grow house."

"Why? Because it's a dishonorable business? You and I both know that's an ignorant excuse, the amount of evidence contradicting it is suffocating!" I lean closer and point at him. "This is about something else."

"Yeah? What's it about."

"It's about you being afraid."

"No," he says slowly. "You don't say."

"Uh-uh, I'm not talking about logistics or finance. This is your fear of dreaming big. Of not wanting just the average, but the extraordinary. This is about you being too scared to admit that you want more out of life. You don't want to settle."

"You are such a Philosophy major."

"I'm right," I smirk, placing my hand on his thigh. "That's why you're a sadist. All this pent-up tension." I dig my nails into his jeans, murmuring in his ear. "The need to let go and not care what anyone else wants. What anyone else needs. You're deprived of yourself, Gio. That's why you're so selfish in bed."

Gio doesn't say anything. His eyebrows furrow on the road, lost in contemplation.

"Just to clarify. I absolutely love it. Keep doing it," I add, sitting back.

He smiles slowly. "We should probably come up with a safe word—"

"Hakuna matata."

"What? No!"

"Snicker doodle. Flip floop. Get off of me, assface. Ew, what's that smell? I'm thinking of your mom!"

He gives me an award-worthy deadpan. "What. Is wrong with you?"

I curl the tip of my tongue on my lip, making him laugh. His eyes crinkle, dimples appearing beneath the stubble.

"Seriously, pick a word," he says after a minute of silence.

"Shrek?"

"Really?"

"I don't know!"

"Fine." He shakes his head, then laughs again. "Where do you come up with this shit?"

I melt into my seat, swooning over how handsome he is. He glances at me with a knowing, content smirk and turns the music up.

When we get home, he opens the door for me to enter and gives my butt a soft smack.

"Alright," he sighs. "I'm going to go see Arthur down the street. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Excuse me?"

He smiles and grabs my chin, giving me a kiss. "Don't be too upset," he says in a low and husky voice. "I'll punish you properly when I come back."

"No, you won't. Ari will be home." I fist his shirt and yank him towards me. "Punish me now."

He laughs, prying my hands away. "No. Behave. I can't. What lie am I going to make up to Arthur? I can't say there's traffic, he's two minutes away!"

"I don't care, tell him you have diarrhea. Now get in here and give me a spanking."

He smacks his lips. "Celia—" I jump on him.

He stumbles out of the house, making me giggle. I wrap my arms and legs around him, then capture his lips, taking what I want.

"Jesus Christ..." he mutters into the kiss, walking back inside the house. I hear the door shut and lock behind him.

His hands grab my ass and squeeze, pulling me higher against him. The image of riding him in this position fills my head, making me moan hungrily. Before he can pull back and make up an excuse, I untuck my red sweater and take it off.

"God. Damn..." Gio whispers, eyes widening at my chest.

I get hot and flustered just from his reaction. The way he drinks me in. Like he's weak for it, addicted to it.

I tilt my head and expose my neck, drawing his gaze to the black velvet choker I have on.

That's right, I want you to think of it as my leash. Use it.

He swallows, throat bobbing as he rakes his dark eyes down to my breasts. They're in a black, sheer lace bra today that push them high and together. Not a lot. Just enough to tease. Just enough to bounce with every small movement.

I laugh when a long moment passes without him speaking. He doesn't even react to my laugh. He just lowers his gaze to my skirt bunched around my hips, then my legs in mid-thigh stockings.

When he looks up, his expression shifts.

Indifference takes over his face.

Every soft feature morphs into a firm, menacing line. His jaw becomes more sharp, his eyes turn cold and hard. He hooks his finger around my choker and pulls me close, taking my lips.

Gladly. I devour, tasting and biting. A low growl from his chest tells me to be careful, but I don't play it safe. I pull on his hair and catch his lip with my teeth, smiling when he hisses.

"You're trying to piss me off, Celia?" His voice is rugged and low. The last warning.

"Trying?" I smirk. "I'm succeeding, baby."

He sets me down, calmly, almost gentle. "Take your skirt off."

"Oh," I reach behind me and pull the zipper down. Truth be told, I expected it ripped off, but the unknown keeps me on my toes.

I shimmy out of my skirt and drop it by my heels, standing in front of him. He remains fully clothed. He slowly drinks me in, like I'm a possession he bought and is taking me in.

I shrink under his intense gaze and look at my lingerie, wondering what the hell he's thinking.

"You're stunning, you know that?" he says finally.

I look up into his eyes that are softer now, matching the smile on his lips.

"Yeah?" I tuck a loose wave behind my ear and look down again, squeezing my legs together.

"Baby..." Gio steps close. He puts two fingers beneath my chin, tilting my face up to him. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I could stare at you all day."

"You didn't have to go so cringe and cheesy. Just a simple you look good would suffice," I break the mood, laughing when his face becomes blank.

He chuckles and grabs my choker, pulling it down just enough to make me stumble. I hold onto his wrist to not fall on my knees. "Are you trying to get your mouth fucked? Because you'll get it if you keep talking."

He stares into me, assuring me that he means it. All I can do is stare back with wide eyes, wondering if I'm ready.

"That's what I thought." He turns towards the couch, dragging me behind him. He sits down and leans back, spreading his legs. "Come here."

I hold onto his shoulder to straddle his lap, but he pulls my choker back to stop me.

"Tsk, tsk. This way." He puts me on all fours over his lap, my knees outside his left thigh, hands outside the right. "Good girl," he murmurs, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. "Look at me."

I peek over my shoulder, biting my lip from the odd instinct to curve my spine like an animal asking for his touch. He smiles likes he already knows, making me even more flustered.

"Down, baby." He pulls on my choker, lowering my chest. "Shove that pretty face on the couch."

I fold one arm under me and push my cheek against the cushion, lifting my hips higher. He collects my ankles in his hand and I drown a whimper, feeling too helpless in this position. I jump forward, too nervous to deal with it.

"No escaping," Gio chuckles and catches my waist, pulling me back. "You're okay. You look perfect, baby. So fucking perfect." He brushes his palm across my back, then up my shoulder blades. "But the more you fight, the more you'll get punished." He fists my hair and lifts my head, making me yelp. "And I won't hold back."

I try to lower my face, to hide how it distorts with weakness and pain, to not let him see how much I enjoy getting treated this way. But the more he doesn't let, the deeper I lose myself. I squirm at how he assembles me like his own personal toy.

"Stay still," he warns with affection, releasing my hair. Just as I sigh in relief, he slides his hand under my bra and pinches my nipple. I flinch forward, crying out.

Then a sharp blow strikes my butt cheek.

I wince, too shocked to even breathe.

"Is that what you want?" he croons mockingly. "Hm? Because you say the word Celia and I'll be nice to you. I'll be fucking gentle. I'll treat you like a real, fucking princess." He spanks me while growling out the last word, this time harder.

The pain blinds everything.

Doubt, insecurity, hesitation— all vanish.

I become the center of his attention, the thing he desires so badly that it drives him mad. I relish the strike of his palm covering my entire cheek. Hot like a coal. Fast like a whip. When I break into a sweat, he cups me between my legs.

"Hm?" He circles his fingers over my panties. I arch my back as small, broken moans escape out of me. "Good girl. Such a horny, little pet."

My ears ring. My thighs clench. My toes curl. I whimper and pant for him to keep going.

But his phone starts ringing in his pocket.

It's okay, he'll ignore it.

"Hey, Arthur." His voice turns to his normal, casual self. "Not much, just running a little late."

Are you kidding me?

I turn my face and gape at him.

"Yeah, thank you. I'm definitely not hiring." He balances the phone between his shoulder and ear, then grips my neck. He pins me down, staring at nothing ahead. "Nah, I already told Micah it's approved. It won't be an issue."

Then he slaps my other cheek.

My mouth stretches in silent agony. I gasp to breathe, eyes watering. He watches with a calm, cool expression and pulls my panties away.

"Mhm." He smiles, discovering I'm soaking wet. I try to stay mad, but my body won't listen. "I know. Let's see, shall we?"

He lowers a single finger over me then drags it up my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head. A jolt of weakness trembles through me.

"Very good," he murmurs while Arthur rambles on the other line. He releases my neck and lowers my bra. He lifts two fingers to his mouth, licking them with unhurried ease. Then he snakes them under my breast, making my pulse skyrocket.

He rolls my nipple between his wet fingers and I clench my jaw to stifle a moan. My face burns.

"Nothing. It's the TV," Gio smiles, continuing to tease. He raises an amused eyebrow and parts his lips, pointing out the wet noises of my arousal.

"Stop!" I whimper and twist my arm to pull his hand away. He shoves his finger inside me.

I cry out then bite on the cushion. My teeth scrape the fabric. My spit drips, rubbing all over my chin. He starts pumping in and out, and I cover my mouth, trying to stay quiet. Every muscle is tight. I can't hear what he's saying.

He adds his thumb on my clit, circling in sync. He makes it look so easy, it's almost degrading. I become a scrambled mess, panting and squirming. I clench around his finger and release, clench and release, stomach growing more and more tense. I shiver with goosebumps and whisper please, over and over again.

"Fuck, baby. Are you trying to come while I'm on the phone?" Gio whispers but it sounds like a growl. He thrusts deeper, making me flinch and cry out. "Huh? You trying to come while I'm talking to my friend? Aren't you ashamed?"

I try to form a sentence, but it comes out as an unintelligible string of sad, begging moans.

"Of course not, look at you." His finger slows down, twisting in and out. I moan louder as my walls tighten up. "You hear that? That's the sound of your wet, fucking pussy. You horny little slut." He goes faster and harder, making my butt cheeks shake and head spin. "That's a good little pussy. Fucking wet and dripping for me."

I hide under my arm with a long, high-pitched cry as his words replay in my head. "Please..."

"Huh?" He growls out. "You want to come?"

"Please..." I choke out a dry sob.

"That's right. Such a good, little fuck toy, aren't you?" he chuckles, pinching my nipple with his other hand. "Hm? You want to come for me? Are you going to come for me, baby?" Right on command, my body pulses around him, I clench my fists and loudly cry out. "That's it. Good girl."

The instant my orgasm starts to unleash, he stops everything and pulls away.

What?

My eyes snap wide open. "What happened?!"

"Nothing. You just got your real punishment," he says, trying not to smirk.

"You stopped on purpose?" I sit up straight. "Are you kidding me?" My mouth is dry from moaning. My legs are shaking under me.

"Nope." He smiles, kissing my pout. I don't react, which makes him chuckle. "You liked the spanking too much, so I had to change tactics."

My throat tightens up. "That's so cruel..."

"What can I say," he sighs, fixing his shirt as he stands up. "Life is cruel. Get used to it."

I stare at him with a slacked jaw, knees soft like jello by my sides.

He can't be serious right now.

Gio comes close, looking down at me. "You're not allowed to touch yourself while I'm gone."

"As if. That's the first thing I'm going to do!" I glare at him under my lashes and roll my eyes.

He bends to whisper in my ear. "Go ahead, I'll just tease you again. But you know what, Celia? This time, I won't stop. I'll tease you until you cry for me. And every time you think I'm going to let you come, I'll ruin it and start all over again."

It can get worse than this? He'd actually make me cry? And why the hell does that turn me on?

"Be good." He cups my face and kisses my cheek, then my temple and forehead. He pulls back to look at me, brushing his thumb over my cheek. "Call me if you need anything. Okay, baby?"

My chest tightens as I look into his warm eyes. I swallow the lump in my throat as his lips stretch into a gentle smile. I look down at my lap and shake my head, pushing whatever this is away.

"Come here." He scoops me up, bridal style.

"What are you doing?" I mumble.

He carries me to the bedroom and sets me in his bed, pulling the sheets over me. I lean against the pillow as he removes his shirt then puts it on me. His warmth and scent drape over my skin, melting away a layer of tension.

"You look so good in my shirt," he murmurs huskily.

"Thanks..." I chew on my thumbnail as he opens the nightstand's drawer by the bed, revealing Skittles and Kit Kat candy bars.

"No white chocolate! I made sure of that," he grins at me, making me chuckle. He slides his hand deeper in the drawer, widening his eyes. "Plus..." He pulls out a bag of sour Skittles.

I gasp, then snatch it with both hands. I'm going to eat you up in fitness seconds, my precious.

"Some women want jewelry, but no. Celia's happy with gas-station candy," Gio laughs.

"I told you. I have low standards," I smirk, then snicker when he realizes I'm talking about him.

"Alright, jackass," he smiles, leaning in to kiss me. He points to the TV. "Now, I want you to watch something funny while I'm gone. Have a little 'you' time before Ari's home, okay?"

"No problem." I grab the remote and sink deeper in the sheets. "You can go now." I shoo him away.

He snorts under his breath and stands up to leave. Without a thought, I catch his hand.

"What is it, baby?" he asks when I look up.

I can't say it, but somehow he knows. Because he bends down and gives me a kiss. I sigh in relief, content with the butterflies in my stomach.

"I won't take too long, okay?" he murmurs, brushing our noses against each other.

I laugh when he doesn't stop. "Okay."

~ A/N ~
Hope you guys liked this chapter! Did it feel too long? Too rough? I was thinking about breaking it up, but I didn't want to lose the tension. Next chapter is funny. Everyone have a great day <3