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“You’re an evil, evil bastard, Ellis.”
“What did you call me?” he asked, his tone dangerous.
“Sir?”
“Funny, that’s not what I thought you said.”
“It was the sexual frustration talking, your eminence.” She couldn’t help the mouthiness. She really couldn’t.
He snorted, but rather than spanking her again, he just pushed down on her lower back, forcing her to arch, which put her ass on indecent display. He brushed his fingertip over her asshole, and she squealed and flinched, but didn’t move out of position.
“What is your unholy fascination with my ass?”
“I have an unholy fascination with pretty much every inch of you, but I can tell that ass play still has the power to make you uncomfortable.”
Why did the man have to be so damn perceptive?
“And don’t try to hide the mess your pussy is making. I like knowing that no matter how bratty your mouth is trying to be, your body is loving every minute of this.”
“It’s not my fault my body likes stupid things!” she shouted after his retreating back. Was he going to keep her like this all day? No wonder the man was always single! A Dominant couldn’t just keep a submissive hot and needy like this indefinitely.
Actually, she knew a lot of Dominants were into edging. She’d just always been the kind of girl who could convince them they liked giving her orgasms better than they liked watching her suffer. It was a gift, really.
Despite the fact that her arousal was cooling on her thighs, her insides weren’t cooling at all.
The big dumb jerk. She lay there, seething, waiting for him to come back. Far too aware that when he did come back he was going to get an eyeful yet again. What would he do? Would he fuck her right away or would he torture her some more? Maybe punish her for being mouthy?
She groaned. Waiting was the worst.
Shifting slightly, she tried to get one of the blanket folds out from underneath her knee without moving enough for him to notice the difference when he got back. She wriggled uncomfortably, his last touch on her asshole lingering as though he’d left the ghostly touch of his fingertip behind to torment her while he was in the bathroom.
She kept thinking about how fast and needy he’d been when he’d shoved into her ass on the hood of her car. How uncomfortable it had been and how small it had made her feel. His body had forced hers to let him in, even though he was too damned big. She shuddered with humiliated, anxiety-tinged arousal, wondering if he planned to take her that way as soon as he came into the room. He’d walk in and climb up behind her on the bed and force his bare, pierced cock into her ass with little to no prep. It would burn and hurt so bad, but he was so much larger than her she’d be completely helpless and—
“Little miss Arabella, would you care to share with the class exactly what has you dripping all the way down your leg?” his rough, mockery-laced voice came from behind her, startling the hell out of her. “What are you daydreaming about, young lady?”
A shudder ran through her. There was no way she could ever tell him that what he’d done to her in the parking lot had starred in her spank bank ever since it’d happened. It wasn’t just her body that loved stupid things. Her mind loved its own fair share.
“You’re too young to make the lecherous professor thing work for you,” she informed him tartly, hoping to distract him from his question.
“You’re such a bad girl, but I bet you could find some creative ways to get your sexy ass out of detention.”
She closed her eyes and willed herself not to squirm. At this point she was so hot, he could recite his grocery list and it would turn her on.
“So what are we doing today?” she asked. When he didn’t respond, she looked at him through her spread legs. His gaze wa
s locked to all of her intimate bits, as though he was trying to memorize her body.
“Hands and knees.”
She rose onto her hands and he tapped her lower back to make sure she maintained the arch he wanted.
“When I tell you to present for inspection this is the position I want you in.”
“Um, okay?” Her voice had come out a bit hoarse, so she cleared her throat. “Are you big on inspections?”
Rather than respond, he ran his hands over her skin, from wrist to shoulder, skimming her back, over her ass and down her leg to her ankle. It made her think of how people checked over racehorses. His hands were rough and big and hot. What was he even checking for? Then again, maybe that wasn’t the point as much as making her feel like property.
He groped her breasts, flicking her nipple rings and tugging on them until she whined from the heat it sent to her pussy. When she shifted, he gave her ass a warning smack.
