It took everything within me to resist the urge to run my fingers through those tousled locks. He smirked down at me while his hips started moving in slow, rhythmic circles. He pulled himself out of me then slammed me hard against the wall. I whimpered and he laughed. He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed tightly. "You're mine," he growled. "No one touches you except me. Not a single fucking soul. Do you understand?" I nodded my head rapidly hoping he'd loosen his hold. I didn't want any blood or bruises today. His grip tightened even more and I struggled to speak. When I couldn't take it anymore, I whimpered "Y-yes sir!" He loosened his grip on my neck, allowing me to breathe. I gulped in large lungfuls of air before I collapsed against the lockers. He chuckled "My sweet little kitten."