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“Thank you, Sir.”
He bent and pressed his lips to my inner wrist before releasing my hand. “You’re doing very well, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I repeated, his praise sending a wave of warmth over me.
“However, I’m still disappointed in you for wearing that outfit to my class. You made focusing impossible. I was hard the whole goddamn time.”
I tried not to smile in response, but I couldn’t stop my lips from curling. Because he’d just admitted that I’d turned him on. In class.
“I see,” he murmured, his palm tightening a little around my throat. “You’re not sorry at all.”
I considered that. “No. I can’t say that I am.”
His gaze narrowed.
“Sir,” I added belatedly, swallowing at that intense look.
“So you enjoyed teasing me.”
I frowned. It hadn’t been about teasing him, necessarily. “I just wanted you to see me as an adult.”
“Be assured, Jenica darling, I absolutely see you as an adult.” He pressed his legs more firmly into my back, which brought his groin close to my head.
Using his hand on my throat, he guided me backward into his prominent arousal.
My lips parted at the feel of him, my fingers tingling with the desire to touch him. But I’d returned my palms to my thighs when he’d released my wrist.
“I feel like I’ve been perpetually hard around you for months, Jenica,” he confided. “And that fucking dress with those fuck-me boots have haunted my dreams.”
My lips started to curl again, the idea that he found me attractive making my heart soar with excitement.
But his darkening expression told me that smiling was the wrong response.
“You like teasing me.” Not a question, but a statement. “That’s all you’ve done for weeks now.”
I parted my lips to argue that I hadn’t done it on purpose, but his grip tightened around my throat in warning.
“You may only speak when I ask you a direct question,” he informed me, his voice deep and authoritative.
My first instinct was to argue and tell him to go fuck himself. I would speak whenever I damn well wanted to, thank you very much.
But then I caught the glint in his gaze.
This is part of the scene.
He wanted a reason to punish me because I hadn’t actually done anything wrong. I’d obeyed his every command.
Teasing him was something he could use against me now, even if that hadn’t been my intent at all.
I lowered my gaze, telling him I understood the game now. Or I thought I did, anyway.
What would he do to punish me? I wondered, my thighs clenching. Will I like it?
Suddenly, I wanted to play along just to find out. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered, the words feeling right.
“A lie,” he replied, his fingers combing through my hair. “But I’m about to make it a reality, baby. Now stand up and get on the bed. I want you on your back, knees bent, and legs spread.”
He fisted my strands again to yank back my head as he bent to press his lips to my ear.
