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“Why do your cheeks turn pink if you’re not excited?”
“That always happens when I’m embarrassed.”
I roll her hard nipple between my fingers, making her moan. “Is this how you react when you’re embarrassed?” Then I slide the finger of my other hand down into her wet folds. “Or this?”
“S-shut up.”
“Another punishment to add to your mounting list of transgressions.”
“Oh.” She jerks her hips, rolling them so my cock is flush between her ass cheeks.
Now it’s my turn to moan. “You little minx.”
“S-see how much you like to be teased,” she says through panting breaths.
“The difference between you and me is that I’m not in denial about my kinks,” I whisper in her ear. “You might whine and complain about worshiping my shoes or feet, but the more degrading I make things for you, the wetter you become.”
“No.”
“Says the brat who has never once exercised her safe word.”
She makes a satisfying whine that I feel down the entire length of my dick. For a young woman who claimed to hate verbal chastisement, she certainly gets off on being denigrated.
I ease off her clit, eliciting a disappointed groan. She presses back against my cock and wriggles, looking like she wants to spur me into action.
“Behave,” I murmur into her ear, “Or I’ll leave you frustrated and wet.”
“But I’m not—”
“Don’t lie to me.”
She squirms against my back, her thighs closing, but I grab her knee and shift her leg so it lies outside mine. After moving the other into a similar position, I have both limbs splayed out with her knees bent, giving me full access to her pussy.
“Much better,” I say. “Spread wide beneath me like a gorgeous buffet.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and moans.
I palm her pussy over her knickers, giving her friction to stoke her arousal but nowhere enough to climax. She flops her head to the side, and I sweep her pretty brown hair back to access her neck.
Phoenix smells of citrus and vanilla with a hint of coffee. I run my fingers through her silken locks and hold them into a stream of sunlight. The natural illumination separates her hair into a myriad of browns, ranging from a bright amber to a deep chestnut.
Grazing the column of her neck with my lips, I smile as she shivers under my touch. Nothing about Phoenix is practiced. Nothing she does is for show, unlike some other submissives. She’s so sensitive and responsive to my touch that every moment with her is a delight.
I run the pad of my thumb over her covered clit, making her hiss through her teeth.
“Don’t you want my knickers off?” she asks.
“Dirty girl. Sitting half-naked on your professor’s lap, making filthy propositions.”
She huffs a laugh. “What kind of professor abducts his student when she’s too drunk to defend herself?”
“One who wants to protect you from predators.” I slide my hand over her ribs and cup her breast. “Predators who would take advantage of your inebriated state.”
“What else would they do?” she asks.
I clamp my teeth on her neck, making her stiffen. This line of conversation skirts too close to my father’s line of work. The last thing I need to consider with my arms filled with Phoenix.
“Let’s not explore that thought. From now on, I want you to drink responsibly or not at all.”
