Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I smiled just remembering her frightened face. I marked my papers, giving better grades than usual. I was in a better mood than usual. I was fucking ecstatic about my plans for the evening. I smiled even bigger.
“Everything okay, man?” My mentor professor strode into my cramped office. Papers and books were stacked everywhere, piled high in the corners and blotting out what little light the small window offered.
“Yeah, why?”
“I’ve never seen you smile like that. Ever.” He raised a gray eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m just having a good week is all. Nothing to worry about.”
He clapped me on the back. “Well, whatever you’re doing, keep it up. Looks good on you.”
I rubbed my face, thinking back to how Sadie parked her pussy over it this morning, how I licked up every bit of her honey. “Thanks, I will.”
He left. I checked my watch. It was time for me to go. I put all my graded papers into my outbox so my secretary could file them. Then I left and drove to a residential neighborhood near the campus. Sadie’s house key was in my pocket. I’d stolen it from her as she slept and gotten her address from her mother’s address book.
Sadie lived in a small cottage, nothing ostentatious, but certainly better than the college housing most undergrads enjoyed. I didn’t look around before clicking the lock over and entering. I peeped through the blinds next to the door to make sure no one was watching. The coast was clear.
The house smelled faintly of vanilla and was done in light hues of pale blue and green. Sadie kept her things neat, her couch and chairs fluffed and clean, a throw blanket draped here and there. I wasn’t interested in her decorating skills.
I walked down the hall toward the bedrooms. The largest one was clearly hers, photos of her and her mother lined up along her dresser and images of horses and landscapes along the walls. I bypassed her chest of drawers and flipped on her closet light.
I smiled. I’d already found what I was looking for. I picked up an empty backpack from the closet floor and stuffed the items inside. When I was done at her house, I dropped by the local hardware store and had a copy of her key made.
The drive back to the Lorenz house went smoothly. I hummed with energy, needing to fuck her again. My cock jumped to stiff attention when I imagined her sitting next to the front door in complete obedience.
We only had a few more days in the house together. A few more days to play this particular game. But when the time was up, it wouldn’t be over. She was mine. I didn’t intend to tell her mother about her stripping. I never would have. After this week, I wouldn’t have to use that threat anymore. Instead, she would come back to me willingly. I would train her so she needed the sensations only I could give her.
I pulled into the sweeping drive and killed the engine. Grabbing the backpack of supplies, I hustled up the steps and unlocked the front door.
I swung it open, expecting to find Sadie waiting as instructed. She wasn’t there. I would cane her for this. Good.
Her car was in the drive and the house had that feeling – the one where you knew someone was inside, living, breathing. She was here.
I closed the door quietly behind me before I turned the deadbolt. I took the stairs to my room two at a time and entered my closet. I ran my fingers along the assorted canes and whips I kept in a carryon garment bag. I chose a thicker cane and drew it out slowly. My cock twitched at the thought of using it on Sadie’s bare ass.
I searched the upstairs rooms and didn’t find her. I took the stairs back down and went to the master bedroom. The scent of lavender was on the air and I heard a low hum of jets. She was in the bath.
I put my fingertips on the bathroom door and pushed slowly. She’d fallen asleep in the warm water, her head lolling to the side, barely above the water. I would punish her for this, for putting herself in danger.
Her breasts kissed the surface of the water, though I couldn’t see her nipples for the bubbles. It didn’t matter, they’d be in my mouth soon enough.
The bathroom was done in creams and golds, with a large, clear picture window over the tub. A well kept rose garden was right outside, providing beauty but little in the way of concealment.
I lifted the cane and brought it down into my open palm, sending a crack of sound echoing through the sumptuous bathroom. Her eyes flew open, the fog of sleep leaving them in an instant.