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„This,” I seethe, pointedly scanning her body from head to toe. „Why would you dress like that in class?”
She looks baffled, before she chuckles.
„I’m sorry, you don’t get to tell me how to dress,” she says, keeping her voice low, thankfully.
Then, she leans in closer, way too close for comfort, and she adds, „If you were my Dom, that would be a different story, but you’re not, remember?”
I can’t believe she just said that. It’s like she’s asking to be punished—and I fear that’s exactly what she’s doing.
„Stop it,” I warn her, and she giggles when I lift a finger before her face.
„I’m just doing my job,” she says, before she turns away from me and focuses on the blackboard again.
The board is pretty much empty and clean, but she gets up on her tiptoes and stretches her lean body to wipe off the last remaining chalk in the top left corner of the blackboard. I can’t help but take in the sight of her alluring body, and when she bends over backwards, her skirt lifts just enough for me to realize that it’s not tights she’s wearing, but wool stockings.
She’s obviously trying to kill me.
I turn my back to her and almost release a sigh of relief when the first group of students comes through the door, obliviously greeting me before they continue their chatter on the way to their seats.
„Will you want to see me after class?” Claire pipes behind my back.
„Yes,” I say without looking at her. „We need to talk about the assignments for my undergraduate class.”
„Yes, sure,” she responds. „Sir.”
I want to turn around, grab her, and bend her over the table for the spanking of a lifetime. Spanking isn’t even really my thing, but she brings it out in me. She awakens the monster in me that I’m always so careful to hide.
My hands curl into fists as I watch her walk over to her seat, swaying her hips, and with a bounce in her step that causes her skirt to fly up to dangerous heights. Relief fills me as soon as there’s some much-needed distance between us—only to be replaced by terror when I realize that she’s sitting in the very first row today.
She sits down with a knowing smile on her face, and I’m sure she can see the fury in my expression when our eyes meet.
I can’t look in her direction for this entire class, I simply can’t. But she’s sitting right in the middle of the front row, and it’s almost impossible to ignore her existence.
I save myself by rummaging through my satchel and focusing on the desk in front of me, reading notes that I don’t need to read and sorting material that doesn’t need sorting—until class begins, and I have to face the room to teach.
I try my best to look past her, when I lift my gaze to greet the class and begin my introductory monologue. It goes surprisingly well, until I give in to the temptation to turn my attention her way, and she uses that very moment to very slowly, and very pointedly uncross and cross her legs. Her skirt is so short that I’m wondering whether she’s sitting on her bare ass right now. The wool stockings make her outfit look a lot more tame than it really is, and I can see the alabaster skin of her upper thigh peeking through beneath the table.
Unfortunately, my cock takes notice as well. Usually, I like to wander back and forth while I’m talking to my students because my brain works better while I’m in motion. But right now, I have no other choice than to remain behind the desk and hope to God that Claire stops crossing and uncrossing her legs, as if she’s been watchingBasic Instincttoo many times.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. I can tell in the way she smirks at me every time our eyes meet.
I force myself away, breaking a sweat as I fight the urge to turn back to her and stare at those legs, as they move from side to side, opening for me for just a split second, before they’re crossed again.
I need to fucking focus, but she’s making it almost impossible.
I thought last week’s class was torture, but today is a new kind of unsettling. At least last week Claire wasn’t taunting me, asking for trouble, asking for punishment…
I don’t allow my mind to go there because I know what will happen if it does. It’s been playing this game for more than a week now, imagining ways of tying her up, of playing with her mind and body until she’s begging me to fuck her. None of that can ever happen, and it’s time Claire realizes that.
But instead of being reasonable, she keeps uncrossing and crossing her legs in a manner that would be most delightful, if we were anywhere but here.
I’m a nervous wreck by the time class comes to an end. And I can’t even get away from her, because we need to talk about these fucking assignments.
I don’t know how I will get through this.
Chapter 19
Claire
