“Nate,” she said.
We stared at each other for a few moments. I kept an eye on the small windows in the doors, thankful for the soundproofing in the lecture halls. Sitting on the same level, I could smell her scent. Blood oranges. Plumeria. Sweat.Need. With my eyes locked with hers, I waited, watching her nerves eat away at her composure. Fidgeting. Fixing her skirt. She had been confident before, knowing how much power she had over me, but this? Sitting at my level, facing me, this was different. And after she consented, she would be mine.
Mine.
“Does pursuing our relationship hinge on the contest?” I asked, staring her down.
“Who cares about the contest?” she asked.
“It’s a yes or no question, Mara,” I scowled.
She corrected herself: “No, sir.”
Her lips parted slightly, her hands clenched in her lap. Her bag was slung on the floor, unable to comfort her now. Mara’s round face was soft, inviting, waiting for that moment when I would make her mine. It was agony for her. Fuck, it was torture for me too, but I wanted to see her squirm. It was the beginning of her punishment.
But she knew damn well how to send a signal, didn’t she?
Mara was Mara. There was nothing else to analyze, no hidden meaning to interpret. And I wanted confirmation of that. She delivered. My fist clenched, ready to make her mine. The seconds were drawing near.
“Right now,” I said, my voice low, “are you Mara, or are you my student?”
“I’m both.”
I closed my eyes, holding back the irritation. She might have been telling the truth, but it wasn’t about my desires. Not until I had her word. Not until I knew without a doubt that she wanted this. That she wanted me. Even with everything on the line.
“What do you want to be?” I growled. “Right now, Mara. Who are you? If you’re my student, you risk too much. And I can’t have that. I need to hear you say that you’re willing to risk everything for what we’re about to do.” I paused, taking a deep breath. Then I demanded her answer, “Who are you?”
She breathed deeply, staring at me, her lip shaking. “I’m Mara,” she said. “Your pet.”
I sucked in some air, then I ushered her closer with two fingers. “Come here,” I said. She stood, adjusting her skirt, and walked closer, slowly, carefully. She stood in front of me. “Closer now, pet.” I gently pulled her towards me, her legs spreading to make room for my thigh, her skirt parting, showing off her cotton panties, straddling my leg. She fumbled, falling down, such thin pieces of fabric between us. The heat of her sex on my thigh. Warm. Wet. Ready for me.
“You’re a creative little slut, aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear. “Now tell me, who controls you?” A trick question, one I wasn’t sure she would pass.
“I do,” she breathed.
“And who do you want to please?”
“You, sir.”
“Good answer.”
I lunged up, molding her to my grasp. She gasped, a whimper that made my cock twitch, and I bent her over the desk, my hand gripping her hair. I pulled her head back, her chin jutting forward, her mouth open in surprise.
“You showed me what you wanted, didn’t you, pet?” I asked, my breath hot on her ear. She moaned. I bent over her, still holding her hair, and put one hand on her throat, practically moaning myself, feeling that thin collar in my palm. “You want to be made to please me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir,” she cried.
“Who owns you?”
“You, sir.”
“Hold up your skirt.”
She looked back at me, questioning me, so I grabbed her hands and made her hold it. “Hold still now, pet,” I said. The panties, a light pink, stretched over her ass, covering her, and it was innocent and completely satisfying to see her expose herself like that. I lowered them, admiring every inch of her marvelous ass, plump and bare, ready to be used. Naked. And all mine. “You don’t have any pants to protect you from my hand this time.” She whimpered again, and I laughed.
Wham!My hand was swift and hard, clashing with her soft skin. I held her ass, squeezing it, feeling her tense and relax. The heat of the strike.
“Do you enjoy teasing me?”Wham!Another strike hot on her ass. I leaned in close to her, feeling her tense as we touched. “Watching my cock get hard for you? In the middle of class?”Wham!“Wearing a collar, cuffs, showing the world that you’re owned? That your flesh is mine?”
