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He leans back in his chair, grabbing his cock through his distressed denim pants. My eyes drop down to his bulge, and I can’t help but thrust my teeth into my lower lip. Memories of how he pushed it deeper and deeper down my throat last night come at me in waves, and I can’t withstand their force.
I’m so wet in my panties that I should want to creep into a crack in the wall like a cockroach, but instead I find myself shamelessly prancing down from the dais. Hell, I even sway my hips in a way that’s meant to seduce him. It’s been so long since I’ve last done it, that it must look anything but enticing, but luckily I’ve learned from enough wise people to remember one important piece of advice—if you use your brain when you should be using your instincts, you’re dead.
And while my life isn’t in danger right now, my dignity certainly is.
I stop in front of Micah, looking down at him like a dominatrix.
“A whip would look so good in your hand right now,” he says in a tone that drips with sin, but also restrained authority. He’s a dominant through and through, and this is nothing but him playing cat and mouse with me. A vile little thought nestles in my mind—I could just take what I want from him, while he lets me.
My eyes drop to his hand wrapped around his hard cock through his pants, the brass rings around his fingers looking as deadly as his knuckles. A light bandage crosses from his wrist over his palm, covering some kind of injury. I lick my lips as I think about the destruction that iron fist can cause, accepting once and for all that I want to feel it against my pussy. I want it serving me, giving me pleasure.
“Yes.” My voice comes out husky, charged with the fantasies taking over my mind. “You deserve to be lashed for how you behaved in class today. But I have something that will serve just as well.”
I walk to the side of the dais, to the place where he picked up the chair, and open the door leading to a side room where the faculty keeps other teaching materials. I return with a wooden pointing stick that hasn’t been used since chalk and blackboard were a central part of lectures, and place it under his chin. Damn, it turns me on.
“You must be thinking about all the ways you’ll punish me when this little role-play is over,” I say, my voice thick with desire and a splash of kink. Something glints in his eyes, sending a thrill through my body. He likes this. “But since I’m the one calling the shots today, you’ll be shoving what I say, where I say, when I say it, or I’m going to make it hurt.”
I lift his chin up with the stick, reveling in the arousal that takes over his handsome features. He keeps that smirk on, and it’s sick how that’s all he needs to do to get me horny like a succubus.
Keeping the stick under his chin with one hand, I start lifting my skirt with the other. I do it slowly, not so much because I want to tease him, but because I need to keep my balance in my high heels and not look like a floundering duck when I lift one foot and place it on the chair between his thighs. His eyes flick down to my calf, and it’s enough to make the heat between my legs increase.
I’ve never wished for my skirt to sport a slit so badly before in my life, but I guess the way it bunches up at the top of my thighs will have to do. He hisses at the sight of my garters biting into my flesh, and a feeling of triumph swells in my chest. He reaches up and hooks his fingers under the strap that runs along my thigh to the point where it meets the upper band of my stocking, pulling me closer until my knee is pushed against his chest, right between the open sides of his leather jacket.
Right against his heart, my knee nestled between his ironclad pecs.
My mouth waters for him, and I swallow hard, pushing my stick up against his chin, hoping it’s enough to keep him from noticing how much I want him.
“Don’t you wish your students could see you right now?” he taunts. “Maybe if you just record this—” He lifts his other hand slowly and retrieves his phone. He turns on the camera and holds it so that I can grab it if I want to.
“You could re-watch yourself punishing the cheeky student anytime you like, Professor,” he drawls, his voice too seductive for anyone to resist.
I glance from him to the phone, my stomach twisting and my palms sweating as I imagine that.
“No one beside the two of us would ever see it,” he tempts like a devil, reminding me that I can rely on his promises. It makes me feel safe with him in a very whacked-out sort of way. He’s unlocking fantasies so forbidden inside me, that all of my alarms should go off, but they don’t.
I reach down for the device, then bring it up to look at him through the camera. He flashes those dimples at me. His hand tightens on the strap of my garter, reminding me how easy it would be for him to just take what he wants from me. Something tells me this is his first time indulging in this switch of power roles, and the idea sends fire through my veins.
I like thinking I’m the only woman he’s ever done this with.
“Your students will never see the video,” he continues, “but when I walk out of here they’ll know you used me.”
My finger hovers over the start button on his touch screen.
His buttocks clench against the chair, raising the large outline of his cock to attention, showing me how turned on he is.
“You’re doing this to me, Professor,” he says enticingly, grabbing his cock with the hand that’s not fisted around the strap of my garter. His good hand. The fact that the one he’s using on me is bandaged, most probably from the violence he inflicted recently, nearly drives me over the edge. “You’re making me hard as fuck. Come on, film yourself putting your pussy on my face, punishing me for being a dirty fuck.”
I hit record.
He grins like a triumphant young Lucifer who’s got a hopeless mortal exactly where he wants her. But if I’m playing this game, I’m going to win it. So, when he lifts his hand to grab my other thigh, I push my knee harder into his chest, pinning him against the back of his chair. Surprise flashes in his eyes for a second, but then he grins, accepting the game. I have to take into consideration that I can’t actually overpower him.
“Are you sorry for making me look bad in front of my students, Mr. Royales?” I ask huskily, like in a porn movie.
“Sorry?” he murmurs, still smirking. “The last thing that I am is sorry, Professor, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Oh, there is something.” I run the stick down his strong neck over his black shirt to where my knee is. “I’ll have you naked and serving me like a good boy, learning your manners. And your place.”
I lean back so that my knee no longer makes contact with his ironclad body, but lift the tip of my shoe and press it lightly onto his balls. He stiffens, but that devilish gaze still holds mine, provocative and dangerous.
