Chapter 4

Iris

The next morning, I woke up with heat still lingering between my thighs. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the memory of last night refused to fade. DevotedDom. His deep voice.

The way his thick cock had looked on screen, heavy and veined, pulsing in his hand as he stroked himself for me. I had heard his voice in short messages before, but seeing his body, hearing him call me ‘malyshka’ while commanding me to come, changed everything.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body already aching again. In the past, I had let myself fantasize about him sometimes, especially after his filthy texts. But I always stopped myself before it went too far.

After all, voices could be deceiving. He could be anyone. Ugly, married, completely different from fantasy. I couldn’t afford to get lost in a stranger.

But now I had seen him. Those carved abs, the dark trail of hair, the impressive length and thickness of his cock. That low, controlled voice with its faint Russian edge telling me to moan for him.

And there was no sign of a ring.

My hand slipped under the covers before I could talk myself out of it. I was already wet. I closed my eyes and let the memory take over.

I imagined him in the room with me instead of on a screen. Those grey eyes watching me as his large hand wrapped around that thick cock.

“Touch yourself for me, little Muse,” his voice echoed in my head, smooth and commanding. I circled my clit slowly, biting my lip to keep quiet.

I pictured him stroking faster, precum glistening at the tip while he told me how he wanted to choke me just enough to make me dizzy. My fingers moved quicker, dipping inside my soaked pussy as I remembered the way he had groaned when I came for him.

“Good girl. Come for me now.”

The fantasy felt so real. I imagined his strong body hovering over mine, that heavy cock pressing against my entrance, his hand gently wrapped around my throat. Would he ease it in, making me feel every inch? Or would he thrust in at one, pounding it deep?

My hips rocked against my hand, breath coming faster. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly.

The orgasm built quickly, sharper than last night. I pressed my face into the pillow and came hard, thighs shaking, a soft whimper escaping as pleasure crashed through me.

“Damn it.” I breathed out once I stopped seeing white.

For a few moments I lay there panting, body limp and satisfied. Then reality rushed back in, reminding me of where I was. Who I was.

I forced the thoughts away, shoving them deep down where they belonged. He was just a faceless patron. A dangerous fantasy. And fantasies were a luxury I couldn't afford.

I couldn’t let myself get distracted. Not when my entire future at Hawthorne depended on staying focused and keeping my reputation clean.

Glancing at my phone, I sighed in relief. 5:45am. Early enough to prepare for my first class of the day and still head to the Student Affairs office to change my other classes.

I got up, showered quickly, and dressed. Stepping out of my room, our shared living space was empty. With my bag in hand I gave myself a final once over.

My outfit, like all others, was simple and modest, a button down shirt underneath a cardigan with a long A-line skirt that hid my curves. I looked every bit the model student and not the seductress.

And today I had one clear mission: switch classes and cut Caleb out of my life completely.

An hour later after my early class, I stood at the Student Affairs office and used my remaining honors credits to change all the electives that included him, 5 total. The advisor who was usually blase and indifferent, raised an eyebrow.

“Dropping multiple classes is unusual. You know you need a certain amount of credit to pass the year,” she said, voice deadpan.

“I'm willing to take on any alternative classes to make up for it,” I replied.

After a brief staring match the older woman sighed. After, she barely looked up as she processed the request.

“You’re lucky you have enough credits.” she muttered. “You can't switch anymore after this.”

I didn’t care. As long as I didn’t have to see Caleb’s face every day, it was worth it.

With the folder carrying the details of my new elective, I left the building feeling lighter, determined to face the rest of my day. But the universe clearly had other plans.

“Hey! Isn't that iris?”

I had barely walked twenty steps across the quad when the call rang. Spinning around I spotted him.

Caleb stood near the fountain, blonde hair perfectly styled, laughing with a group of his friends. His arm was wrapped around a girl I didn’t recognize — some pretty blonde in a short skirt.

“What's she doing so far away? Come over, Caleb's over here. Oh right shouldn't you?”

Caleb clearly noticed me, glancing for a second. A smirk grew on his lips as he turned and leaned in close, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and press against him.

Disgust rolled through me. After everything I had overheard yesterday, seeing him flirt so openly the very next day made my skin crawl. I had wasted months on him. Months of ignoring my instincts because he had chased me so persistently.

I walked straight up to them. The group went quiet as I approached. Caleb’s eyes widened for a split second and I saw the flash of satisfaction before that charming smile slid back onto his face.

“Iris,” he said smoothly, removing his arm from the girl’s waist. “Hey, baby. This isn’t what it looks like. She’s just a friend from my study group.”

The girl smirked and didn’t even bother moving away. In Caleb’s eyes I could see the smugness and anticipation. The same look reflected in his friends. He was trying to get a reaction out of me. Clearly, he hadn't taken my text well.

How childish.

I felt nothing but cold revulsion. How had I ever let this boy come near me?

I didn't care what games he was trying to play.

“I already told you last night. We’re done, Caleb,” I said clearly, my voice steady and loud enough for his friends to hear. Turning to Brandon, the one who'd called me, I gave a patronizing smile.

“Youre his best friend, so you should know better. Also, don't randomly call people's names in public. For someone raised with class, you're embarrassing.”

“You…” Brandon's face turned red, but I paid it no mind, turning away.

If they thought I was a prissy bitch, I would show them exactly what it looked like.

Footsteps came from behind me before my hand was grabbed. I turned to find Caleb.

“Come on, Iris. You’re overreacting. Guys say stupid shit all the time.” He shook his head, “Alright, I admit it. I was trying to make you jealous just now and got my friends to help. Your text came out of nowhere and I was pissed but I know you don't mean it. Come on, let's just forget about everything. You still owe me a date.”

He shot a smirk which I was sure was meant to be flirtatious but looked pretentious in my eyes. I barely held back a sneer as I pulled my hand away.

“It wasn't a joke,” I smiled with satisfaction, sparking as his smile faltered, “Oh right. I heard everything yesterday. The bet and five grand.”

Those words were the spark. Real surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by panic.

“That-”

I raised my hand, cutting him off.

“You know, I felt a bit bad for you before which was why I agreed to your confession. Now that I know it's fake I'm a bit relieved,” I said honestly, “I’m done entertaining you. Don’t text me. Don’t approach me. I’m not your conquest or your joke. Stay away from me.”