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Unknown Binding
Published October 1, 2023
I can't be in love with her already, but I don't know how else to explain what I feel right now.
I've never been in love with anyone, so I guess what the fuck do I know about how fast it can happen?
All I know is I'd rather die than leave this embrace, and when the car rolls to a stop in front of her apartment building, I curse myself for not having the foresight to tell Hugh to drive around the city before we took her home.
Sophie,
I enjoyed seeing you yesterday after school.
Don’t come to office hours today.
Come to my house tonight.
I’ll be eagerly awaiting your company.
-Professor DeMarco
Ordinarily, I would ring the doorbell, but there’s a note stuck to the mahogany wood that halts me.
Sophie,
The door is unlocked.
Please let yourself inside.
I’m waiting for you in the bedroom.
-DeMarco
My eyes widen and my heart slides down into the pit of my stomach.
He’s waiting for me in his bedroom?
That puts big dents in all my reassurances to myself that this probably wasn’t even romantic in nature, and I shouldn’t be so freaked out about it.
I’m sorely tempted to flee the scene so I can skip the confrontation, but I still don’t think Professor DeMarco is a creep, and I don’t want to make things weird for the rest of the semester.
Maybe this was all a trap.(this part was clearly written by Sam, and it was hot af)
“Is this even his house?” I whisper.
Silvan smiles, but it’s not a nice smile. “Oh, yes. This is his house.” He keeps one hand around my throat, but brings the other up to grip my jaw, turning my face and making me look at the bed. “And that is his bed. But he is not the one who’s going to fuck you in it.”
“Thanksgiving is usually a pretty chill holiday for us. We make pumpkin pie and homemade apple sauce. We make a big batch and freeze a bunch beforehand. It was my grandma’s recipe. Then, on Thanksgiving Day, we make turkey with all the typical holiday foods. We make a big batch of yummy dinner rolls and we snack on them all night while we watch Christmas movies. We watch the Thanksgiving Day parade in the morning and... (bla bla bla💀 lots of waffling ensues).”
“Not a real tree person?”
She shakes her head. “I’d like to be. I know buying real Christmas trees is actually better for the environment—especially when you recycle them after the holiday—but, unfortunately, buying a tree from a tree farm every year isn’t in the budget right now. We’ve been using the same artificial tree since my mom got it on clearance in July when... (bla bla bla💀).”
“Nah, that’s an artificial smell. Gotta have the real thing. My mom loves Christmas trees. She practically butchers half a forest for all the trees she puts up at Christmas. None of them are up yet, but as soon as (bla bla bla💀)”
Sophie smiles faintly. “How many trees does a person need?”

“The law will never be involved,” I assure him.
“Yes, I know.” His gaze meets mine meaningfully. “I won’t have you putting the family at risk over a fling, Silvan.”
“She’s not a fling.” The words are out before I think them through, but they’re the truth. “I’m in love with her. It’s taking her a little longer to return the feeling, but she’ll get there.”
Mom with her soft heart and lack of anchor in the real-world smiles over at Dad. “Aw, Richard, he’s in love.”
“With a girl he kidnapped.”
“Is there anyone who will notice her missing?”
“Yes and no. She lives in a dorm room so her mom will just think she’s staying there. Her roommates like me, I could tell them she’s with me and they’d think it’s romantic. I’ve laid all the groundwork for this to go smoothly,” I assure him.
My cock hardens just imagining it.
I want the real thing. (this is just the 2nd chapter, but u already want "the real thing"? you weirdo💀)
She didn’t even want to talk to me, though. Might be a bit of an obstacle.
She felt an attraction, though (how many fucking times does he have to repeat "THOUGH"? fucking shut up, clown). I wasn’t alone in that.
By the way her gaze lingered, I could tell she liked my costume, too.
And hey (totally Sam's hero energy 'HEY WHAT'S UP MAN'🤡), now I know we’ve seen at least one of the same shows.
I bet we have so much in common (I bet you have small dick, so what?🤡).
Sophie looks back at me questioningly, and I clear my throat. "Somewhere less peopley," I say lightly.
I'm still reeling from our impromptu kiss in the hallway, and now I'm even more determined to claim her as mine.
I've never been so shaken up by a kiss before.
She was clearly shaken up, too, though I suspect for different reasons.
My costume is elaborate which looks fucking cool, but is a bit of a pain in the ass now that I need to undress with a reluctant partner who poses a flight risk.
Granted, she can't get out of this room until the door opens, so I have her trapped here for a good amount of time, but I—
My thoughts are interrupted when the girl sees her chance—me attempting to disrobe—and tries to roll off the damn bed again.

Mine’s a good nine inches, thick and veiny when I grasp it in my hand. The sight of it sends her scooting back on the bed, eyeing it like a monster that’s coming to get her.
Which I suppose is fair.
My cock is a log of fucking steel in my pants after tasting and teasing her tits. I kiss my way down her torso, making my way toward her pussy, but now that I don't have a sensitive part of her between my teeth to threaten her with, she grabs my hair and yanks, roaring like a magnificent Viking queen as she tries to hurl me off her.
Cognizant of the timer literally ticking as I fuck around with all this foreplay, I reluctantly decide to skip the rest in favor of driving inside this perfect body writhing beneath mine.
That confirmation of his intentions sucks the breath from my lungs. My brain whites out for a moment, panic buzzing in my ears.
"Help," I shout loudly. "Hugh, please—”
Silvan’s hand clamps down over my mouth, hard. He doesn’t look worried, just annoyed as he leans down. “Now, now. If you’re going to be a bad girl, I’m going to treat you like one.”
”You didn’t think you were going to go out with me, either, and now here you are, my girlfriend.” My eyes widen. “Because you blackmailed me and forced orgasms on me until I agreed!” He shrugs. “Still counts.”💅💅💅
Eyes wide with horror, she looks up at me. "You're fucking crazy." "I'm glad you understand."
”Let go of me, you psycho! I’m not letting you tie me up. You’re crazy if you think—” “You don’t have to let me do anything, pretty girl. But I’m going to tie you up either way.”
”I am not yours.” My lips curve up. “I’m afraid we disagree on that point.” “And I’m afraid that’s an irreconcilable difference in this relationship,” she snaps back. I smile at her spunk. “Lining up your divorce defense already? We’re not even married yet.”
