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“I think I went too far.” My finger traces the cut and I smear the blood over her tanned skin, my nostrils flaring as I want to lick it up and devour her. The sadist inside of me is desperate to break free and ruin this innocent girl.
She glances over her shoulder at me, eyes dilated from pleasure. “I’m not so sure,” she murmurs, biting on her bottom lip.
I growl, a sound so animalistic it ignites fear in her eyes. She should be scared of me, because she does not know the sadistic, sinful things I want to do to her. “You enjoyed your punishment a little too much, didn’t you, Camilla?”
Her nostrils flare and that fear remains as she drags her tongue over her bottom lip. “I don’t know what you mean.”
I grab her hip then, making her tense. “You know exactly what I mean, rubbing your thighs together at the exquisite pain. Don’t think I didn’t see.” I’m so aware that she’s half-naked and the desire to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples is tempting, but I resist. “I saw everything,” I murmur, suggesting that I’m well aware she climaxed from the pain.
Camilla shudders and her cheeks turn a deep red as she breaks my gaze. “There’s something wrong with me.”
My fingers move up and down the slice in her skin, smearing her blood over the beautiful canvas. I bring my bloodstained fingers to my lips and lick them, groaning. “Delicious, Camilla.”
She glances back at me, eyes wide when she sees I’m licking her blood.
“There’s nothing wrong with you at all.”
Her nostrils flare and that fear and desire seem to go to war in her eyes. Each emotion battling the other for dominance, but it’s that fear that snaps me back to reality. This girl is a student, for fuck’s sake.
I drop my hand from her skin and take a step back, picking up her bra and shirt. “Your punishment is over, Camilla.” I thrust the shirt and bra into her hand and turn away. “I trust you can find your way out.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, her voice small and breakable from behind me.
I don’t look back as I walk out of the basement and back toward my study, knowing that I let that encounter get out of hand. If she comes to me again, I can’t punish her, not like that. Otherwise, I fear I won’t be able to stop myself from having my way with her.
5
CAMILLA
The cafeteria is busy because I’m late for breakfast. My friends are already sitting at our usual table. I make my way through the crowd and grab a tray of pancakes before heading over to join them.
I sit in my usual seat, wincing as I do.
“Still hurts?” Adrianna asks, noticing my discomfort.
“Yeah.” I nod, spooning a forkful of pancakes into my mouth. It’s been five days since my punishment from Nitkin, but the bruises he inflicted this time on my back are far worse than the ones he inflicted when I was in ninth grade and the cut is only just healing. “I guess he got a bit heavy-handed compared to the last time I got sent to him.”
Eva clears her throat. “Nitkin’s corporal punishment is barbaric, if you ask me.”
Nat shakes her head. “What do you expect from a school like this?”
“You really shouldn’t have stuck up for me like that to coach.”
I smile as Adrianna hates it when people get in trouble because of her, but it wasn’t only that. “Isn’t that what friends do?” I shrug. “After all, he was being an asshole picking on the two of us because he’s butt hurt that you won’t fuck him. Everyone else was talking and yet he was singling us out.” I clench my jaw. “So I snapped.”
Eva nods. “Yeah, Arch can be a real asshole, it seems.”
“But maybe keep your mouth shut next time to avoid this.” Nat nods at me as I sit forward awkwardly, making sure my back doesn’t rest against the chair.
Eva arches a brow. “Unless you want to be sent to Nitkin.”
I swallow hard as one thing I’ve noticed about Eva is she’s freakishly perceptive. Could she know that deep down, I enjoy being subjected to his pain? I’d always wondered about that first time in ninth grade and whether it was a fluke, but after the other day, I know it wasn’t. At one point, I’m pretty sure I moaned while he whipped me, the ache between my thighs so incessant I thought I’d combust. And then I climaxed. I climaxed from nothing but my thighs rubbing together and Professor Nitkin whipping me and inflicting pain. There’s clearly something not quite right about how I’m wired.
He’s knows I orgasmed, and it’s so damn embarrassing. Perhaps my moaning and reactions spurred on his brutality and that’s why he went so far that the whip cut through my skin. “I’ll try not to get sent to him again,” I say, despite wanting to explore this crazy, fucked up part of myself with him more.
The one thing I didn’t tell my friends is that he drew blood. The whip sliced through my skin and that’s when he stopped, but it all got a little crazy after that. The way he touched me and smeared the blood over my skin. He even tasted it like some kind of crazed vampire hungry to feed on me.
I shudder, as although it was arousing, I can’t work out if it was a step too far. There’s something very dark and tortured about Gavril Nitkin, and although he excites me, he scares me, too.
