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She pulled on his hair.

“I want your command.”

She tipped his head back until his lips parted from pain and his pelvis lifted to thrust up against her.

“I want your dominance.”

She whimpered as he ground against her, igniting her being.

“I want you to take me in every way.”

Nathaniel’s eyes became glassy, his voice hoarse as he regarded her with lust. “I must warn you…my fantasies are more extreme than you are prepared for.”

Kira lifted her chin. “Then teach me.”

His eyes flashed with danger. “Teach you?”

“Yes. I’m eager to learn.”

Nathaniel let out a low, sinister laugh. “Very well. Let’s see if you make for a good student.”

Chapter 11

Teacher and Student

Kira

Dark sapphire smoke surged in so thickly it obscured everything from view, including the restaurant and Nathaniel.

When it cleared, Kira found herself in a deserted classroom. It was dim, and the lights were off. The only source of light was from the small windows set too high to see through. Sunlight filtered in, and dust speckles danced gently like magic sparkles. In front of her was a blackboard and a teacher’s desk.

Her arms were suspended above her by chains attached to the ceiling, and her wrists felt sore from the pressure of the smooth metal cuffs. The metal clanged as she shifted to look around. There was only one school desk, which she was sitting on, wearing her school uniform. Long red socks emphasised her calves and plump thighs, and her pleated red skirt didn’t quite reach her socks. Her white blouse was unbuttoned, barely covering her breasts. For some reason, her hair was woven into tight pigtails, the twin plaits trailing below her breasts and tied with large red ribbons. She had no undergarments—apparently, Nathaniel preferred her like this.

“Are you ready for your lesson, pet?” spoke a voice behind her, making her jump.

Nathaniel came into view, striding to the blackboard and picking up a piece of chalk. He looked her up and down, his expression scrutinising.

Heat washed over her as she took in Nathaniel’s appearance. Everything from his tie and professor’s gown to his teacher’s cap was attractive, and it made her more aware than ever of the age difference between them. She was self-conscious beneath his piercing gaze, which undressed her and made her clit throb.

“I expect you to answer, pet. Are you ready for your lesson?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Yes, sir.”

She nodded quickly, the chains rattling as she did so. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He faced the blackboard, his shoulders tight as the chalk scraped. He wrote Introductions, underlined it, beneath which he wrote Sir.

He turned back and gave her a discerning look. “And what shall we call you?”

“Err…pet?” she ventured, taken aback by Nathaniel’s seriousness. He assumed the authoritative position so naturally. Combined with the restraints, she felt completely at his mercy.

He tapped the blackboard with the chalk.

“Pet is technically correct, but I think we can do better for this session, can’t we?”

Kira racked her brain, desperate to think of an answer that would please him. Suddenly, it hit her square in the chest. Her lips parted, the word on the tip of her tongue, but she faltered at the last moment, a furious blush heating her face.