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Her head whipped around so fast, her neck cracked. “Sir?”
For the first time, he allowed some of his lust to show in his eyes. Her breath hitched at the sight of it. “Naughty little girls who enjoy their spankings need more severe punishments. Do as you’re told.”
Nell’s eyelids fluttered closed as she faced forward again, her breaths heavy and fast as she fumbled over the row of tiny buttons. It took over a minute for her to undo them all. When she finally pulled her shirttails free of the pleated skirt and let the sleeves slide slowly down her arms, her pale back was bare beneath.
Rafe took the shirt with one hand, and slipped her long, wavy hair over her shoulder with the other. “Did you come to my office without a bra on purpose?” He traced a single fingertip down her spine. “You’re nothing but a little slut, aren’t you?”
She shuddered as goosebumps popped up all over her skin, but didn’t say a word.
Giving her bottom a single, firm swat, he said, “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice shook with lust instead of fear.
Reaching around, he grabbed her nipples, squeezing them hard enough to make her throw back her head and moan. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, I did it on purpose, Sir. Iama slut.” The words came out in a breathy rush.
“Was that your plan all along? To get yourself out of trouble by seducing me?”
As he pinched and rolled and pulled, she arched her back, practically shoving her luscious ass in his face. She panted as she gasped out, “Nothing else I did got you to fuck me.”
They both stilled at the confession. The worry in her eyes when she looked over her shoulder made it abundantly clear she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
Gripping her chin, he stood, putting them nose to nose. “You want me to fuck you, you little slut?” The malice in his eyes made the breath catch in her throat. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Rafe released her as he dropped down into his chair. Snatching up her tie from where it fell, he wrenched her arms behind her back with enough force to make her yelp. The strip of plaid silk wasn’t nearly long enough for a proper double-column tie, so he had to improvise, twisting the fabric into a double-knotted bow one would use to tie a child’s sneakers.
Standing, he wrapped her hair once around his fist, using it to guide her around to the other side of the desk. After sweeping the papers off the desktop, he pressed the same hand between her shoulder blades as the essays fluttered noisily to the floor. Not that he had to press hard; she went willingly, bending at the waist until her torso lay flat against the polished wood. Fucking hell, he loved the way her breasts pressed outward as they flattened, and how her long legs forced her ass up into the air.
He gave her hair a final sharp tug, making her suck in air through her teeth, before relinquishing his hold. Running his hands down her bare sides, he gripped her hips over her skirt, his thumbs toying at the crack of her ass. “I think it’s high time you were bared to me, don’t you?”
Nell moaned in response, shutting her eyes tight and pressing her left cheek against the desktop. “Yes, Sir.”
Grinning, he flipped her skirt up again, securing it beneath her bound hands. The white cotton panties beneath were so sweet—so incredibly innocent.
Not at all appropriate for this naughty little slut.
Gripping them in one fist, he squeezed them up between her cheeks, dragging the fabric roughly across her pussy and clit. Nell pressed her legs together with a low moan, but he shoved his knee between her thighs, forcing them back apart. “If you can’t stay open for me on your own, I’ll tie your legs to the desk. Do I make myself clear?”
Her ass clenched at his words, but she kept her legs spread wide. “Yes, professor.”
“Good girl.” Slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, he yanked them down to mid-thigh, where her spread legs kept them firmly in place. He traced a soft line across the backs of her thighs, just above the elastic. “If these fall down, I’ll know you disobeyed me, and your punishment will only get worse.”
Her legs snapped out even wider, as far as the stretchy fabric would allow. Rafe couldn’t help but grin at her instinctive reaction—and he fucking loved the improved view.
He brushed his thumb over her clit, his touch so light he wasn’t even sure she’d feel it. But she was so keyed up, her whole body jerked as if he used a vibrator on its highest setting. Pushing her hips back, she tried to chase his hand, but he pulled away. “Patience, Ms. Beaumont.”
Her moan was somewhere between lust and despair. “You said I could come three times.” She was practically crying. “If I did three tasks, I got three orgasms.”
“That I did,” he said, removing his cufflinks, rolling his sleeves up one at a time. “But I never saidwhen. We have all day, little girl.” He kept his gaze on her as he made a slow circle around the desk, taking in the contrast of her skin—smooth and tan across so much of her gorgeous body, but scarred and pale in the places she usually kept hidden. It meant the fucking world to him that she bared those places to his eyes.
He wanted to follow each and every one of the lines on her back, ass, and thighs with a fingertip. Trace the partial name engraved onto her hip. Follow the path of pain that made her the amazing woman bent over the desk before him—that brought her to him.
He hated that she went through such horrific things, and would beat Micah to a bloody pulp if ever he got the chance. But those scars were part of her now, and he wasn’t afraid of them. He wanted every single part of her he could get.
As he passed by the front of the desk, he opened the largest drawer, pulling out a long, thick wooden paddle. There wasn’t a more perfect implement for an academic scene like this.
“Now,” he said, gripping the handle with its smooth, rounded end. He gave a couple of practice swings into his palm, enjoying the way the sound made her jump. “Since the spanking ended up being so enjoyable for you, let’s see if something a little more severe gets my point across.”
