He moved behind me again.
Not the ruler this time.
Something plastic tapped gently against my thigh.
I glanced down and saw a flash of a fluorescent highlighter.
“For the test,” he said smoothly.
“What are you going to do? Mark me for spelling errors?”
“Oh, no. This test’s much simpler,” he murmured, crouching slightly until I felt his breath near the curve of my ass. “I want to see just how well prepared you really are.”
He dragged the rounded plastic tip slowly up the inside of my thigh.
My body jolted.
“Still,” he ordered.
I gripped the desk harder.
“You’re soaked,” he muttered like a scientist discovering an anomaly. “So much for playing innocent.”
The highlighter moved higher.
I bit down on a moan.
He paused. “Be a good girl for me.”
He trailed the pen between my folds.
“So fucking wet,” he muttered, pushing the pen inside.
“Oh. Ooh,” I gasped as he moved it in and out.
It was slow and excruciating.
“Well, Miss Shaw,” he said, voice low. “You passed the practical.”
He pulled the pen out.
I exhaled in relief—only for him to grip my hips.
“But the oral’s still to come.”
Damn.
If only all my lessons were like this.
Chapter 10
Alistair
The pink stripes across her arse were beautiful—but her pussy stole the show. Swollen. Wet. Lips glistening like the petals of my roses after a storm. I stood up, heart pounding in my chest like war drums.
“Open your mouth,” I said evenly, stepping around the desk.
She lifted her head and obeyed, lips parting just enough to breathe.
