The way Georgie’s breath hitched over him coaxed a low chuckle from his diaphragm. A far too familiar sound to the two of them. “Can’t say it’s too highly when you keep coming back,” he tuts softly, advancing a step closer to her five-foot-three stature. Unlike her restless gaze, Tariq’s hazel irises proved intentional and unwavering upon the brunette’s darker pair. He was very well aware of the upper-hand he had on the coy redhead, and often liked to give her reminders when he felt she needed them. Truly a power-trip in itself — not that the spell wasn’t reciprocated. Auburn hair waterfalls down her shoulder as she lulls her head to the side. A deceitfully sweet gesture in contrast to the words coming out of that pretty mouth. Which proved a significant turn-on of the raven-haired male, indeed. He could see her now, big brown eyes feigning innocence as those pouty lips beautifully wrap around thick digits. Lean muscle waned where nimble fingers roamed across thin fabric as his own lift to push cascading red locks behind her shoulder. Freshly exposed skin sported a faint bruise, at which pink lips ghosted a proud smile. Had it already been that long since Saturday? Two chilled digits thoughtfully roam across the little love-bite. “Truly a sight to see; those little wrists marked up by handcuffs while all you can do is whimper and beg. Just might even put them on too tight.“ Amusement previously laced in his tone dissipates into a deliberate, lower octave. "Then fight as much as you’d like, kitten. I don’t need restraints to keep your hands above your head.”
I might give you one thing you want though. You have to be a good boy though and follow me. A groan rumbles in his chest. White powder was just as much of a weakness as the girl holding it. But the thought of having to play remotely submissive — even if it meant only until they get back to the room — elicited mild irritation. Tariq rolls his eyes before following her out of the room, as a deadpanned “woof,” muttered under his breath.
the dark-haired male in front of her was walking a thin line between confidence and arrogance, yet he continued to balance along it with ease. chocolate hues did their best to remain locked onto his, “desperate times call for desperate measures,” smirk following the words as a way to mask the almost breathless tone to her voice. the control he had over her was something she wouldn’t allow herself to show. he didn’t need any more satisfaction. fingers now ghosting over her neck as he pushed her hair away, georgie’s fingers flinched against his chest. fighting the urge to curl into his shirt and pull him closer to her smaller frame. they could’ve been in the sahara desert and tariq’s touch would’ve still elicited small goosebumps to rise on her skin. how dare her body betray her like that. mention on the handcuffs that had once decorated her wrists made her eyes pull down to check, but her hoodie was blocking the view of the faint bruises that still lingered on pale skin. georgie kept her eyes diverted from his own as he continued on. a familiar warmth rushing through her that she managed to ignore. for now. kitten. eyes dragged back up to his own at the pet name that was reserved for only special occasions. or maybe he just wanted to prove a point. the control that she had was no longer there and he wanted to make sure she knew that. this fight wasn’t over though. “i love it when you lie, tariq. i’ve let you win too many times. it’s definitely going to your head. both of them.” georgie wet her lips with a quick swipe of her tongue before gripping hold of his shirt to pull them closer. “next time won’t be so easy. your kitten can also be a tiger,” she whispered, hands slowly trailing down his torso and while one fell to her side, the other ventured down towards his pants to give him a quick teasing touch.
backing away, she was able to quickly shift the conversation back. georgie pocketed the drugs as she walked and trusted that tariq was following behind. out of the building, she finally turned back to see him exactly where she had expected. “i knew you could be a good sub under the right circumstances,” she teased. it was a quick walk back to her campus apartment and she barely greeted her roommate as she tugged tariq towards her room and locking the door once they were both in. “she should be leaving soon. some sorority shit or something,” georgie spoke nonchalantly as she grabbed the coke and sat down on her bed. “so? what else could i make you do in exchange for this beautiful white powder?” she asked, giving him a quick look over as a smirk pulled onto her features.Â
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