Grabbing her uniform from the floor, she scrambles to cover herself and I laugh. “Drop the clothes, little bird, let me see.”

“Fuck you, get out of my room.”

Tutting softly, I let my gaze roam over her body. She’s soft in all the right places, despite how skinny she is, and I can’t wait to see how lush her curves get when she’s eating properly and not exhausted and running on fumes.

“Perhaps we can make a deal.”

“What deal?” she asks slowly.

“Quid pro quo, you do something for me and I’ll do something for you.”

“All I want from you is for you to leave me alone.”

“Never going to happen, but how about you drop the clothes and let me look at you, and I’ll allow you to ride to school with Courtney in the morning.”

Scoffing dismissively, she tightens her grip on the shirt that’s barely covering her tits. “I don’t need your permission to ride with her.”

“She’s been advised not to collect you anymore and she was only too happy to oblige, she’s over the moon that you’re my girlfriend,” I say smugly.

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Considering you were coming on my leg less than an hour ago, I beg to differ.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“So you’ve said,” I smirk.

“I hate you,” she hisses, then glances down at the clothes she’s using to hide herself from me, a conniving look shining in her expressive eyes. “I’ll let you see me, but I want to ride to and from school with Courtney permanently.”

“No deal. If you want that, then I want your virgin cunt riding my dick.”

“What? No!” she gasps, shocked.

“That’s okay, I can wait till the next time I make you come, then I’ll strip you out of your clothes and lick you from head to toe.”

A flash of panic, laced with desire darts across her face. “Courtney picks me up and drives me home from school all week and we eat lunch at our own table.”

I pause, making her think I’m considering her offer. I’m not. She may think she’s in charge right now, but this is all just a game and I’m the one moving the pieces. “Very well. Strip. Slowly, I want to savor my first view of you bare to me.”

Closing her eyes, she drops her chin to her chest and inhales. After a long moment, she lifts her head and then drops the shirt she’s been using to hide herself to the floor.

My dick surges to life. She’s perfect. “The bra first,” I prompt.

Reaching behind her, she unfastens her bra, then freezes, her elbows clamped to her sides keeping her bra in place.

I could demand she drop it, but I don’t want that, instead I keep my steady gaze on her and wait. It only takes a couple of minutes and then she drops the bra, forcing her arms to stay at her sides, her hands clenched into fists.