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“Seems like you got your just desserts, princess,” he said, raising a single, judgmental brow.
Rude. I knew he was referring to our little meetings over the last two years, the meetings where I’d walked out stronger than when I’d walked in, where he’d lost. And I’d won. Well, he could fucking deal with it.
I stuck my tongue out at him, and he slapped both sides of my butt with his broad palm. The sting caught me by surprise, and I stiffened as a wave of pain rolled through me and settled right in my far too needy core.
“That hurts!” I yelped.
“That’s what I thought, sassy girl,” he smirked, and I turned my head back around, pouting to myself about how my twisted hallucinations thought I needed to be punished all the time.
He reached to the nightstand and grabbed something off it. For a brief second, the hand holding me down lifted off me, and I tried to scramble away to a safe corner. He clicked his tongue and the hand returned so quickly it was almost as if it hadn’t even left me in the first place.
“Try that again, and I’ll put you over my knee myself,” he warned.
I wanted to mock him, but I bit my lip. I did have a sense of self-preservation, or at least a little bit of one. If my hallucination wanted to spank me, I wasn’t going to give him a reason. Plus, my ass was still stinging from Caelum’s belt. Dr. Grumpy Pants’ massive hands stung quite a bit, too.
As I settled down, I pulled my hands in front of my face and closed my eyes. The chilly air conditioning swept over my naked skin, and then it hit me.
The provost was looking at my ass.
My freshly belted ass.
I pressed my thighs together, a sudden wall of shame crashing over me. Could he see my pussy?
Fuck.
I was soaking wet. I could feel every drop of arousal careening down my inner thighs. When I fidgeted my legs a little bit, I could feel the slickened flesh between them. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I kept cupping my hands to my face, hiding as I heard him fiddling with something behind me.
Was this rapey? I hadn’t yet decided. It could certainly be considered a little bit, especially because he hadn’t asked me if I wanted to be carried off, or if I wanted my pants taken down. Or if I wanted him to pull my panties and PJ bottoms off.
Okay, maybe it was a little rapey, but he hadn’t done anything other than smack my ass a few times when I’d openly defied him, so considering that, it wasn’t too terrible.
A part of me kind of enjoyed it, to be honest.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sounding strained even to me.
“I’m taking care of you,” he answered gruffly. “Now be a good girl and stay still.”
He rubbed something on my bottom, and I couldn’t help but bite back a moan of pleasure at the contact. I closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying his hands as they kneaded into my sore flesh.
“What is that?” I asked breathlessly.
“Lotion,” he answered simply.
Aww. He was being sweet.
I decided this was less rapey, but then his fingers started to work towards the crack of my butt, and he used his thumb and his forefinger to split me open. He put my pussy and my asshole on complete display, and I cried out in sudden alarm.
“Don’t, you sicko!”
“Stay still. I’m simply having a look,” he growled, but there was something unhinged about his voice now, like he’d somehow lost his own grip on reality and was about to fuck my brains out.
My pussy clenched as I felt his eyes on me. The weight of his stare, palpable and unrelenting, made my skin prickle with awareness. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, leaving me both deeply unsettled and strangely entranced. I squeezed my legs together, trying to hide as much of myself as possible, but he spread me wider. I didn’t look, but I knew he was staring at the copious amounts of wetness between my thighs.
You’re an insane little slut, aren’t you.
“Such a pretty, pink little pussy,” he mused out loud, and the flush that painted my cheeks grew that much hotter. I let out a quiet whimper as he flipped me over onto my back. My scorched ass pressed against the bed, and my eyes opened wide when his molten gaze met mine.
Fuck.
