Schooled Read online Jane Henry (NYC Doms #5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: NYC Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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I called him Daddy earlier. I can’t divulge that fantasy of mine and let it hang in the air like that.

I came in here alone, having acquired a membership at the beginning of the month. A dom I dated introduced me here, but he broke up with me and now goes elsewhere with his new love interest. I’ve come a few times, but I’ve not allowed anyone to touch me. I keep waiting for the right one, as many of the people here are couples, and many far older than I am. The bartender looked cute, but he mentioned having a girlfriend when I first arrived. Plus, he’s too young.

I go for the older type.

Imagine my delight when the fictional Verge in my story was something Professor Slade recognized. He’s been here before. Hell, he could come here tonight, and after that email I sent him, he just might.

I scan the crowd once, twice, three times, and see no one I recognize. There’s no response to the last email I sent him. Hell, I ought to be home working on my next assignment for his class, rather than sending him dribbles of what I’ve written.

Maybe if I don’t finish my assignment, he’ll spank me. I smile to myself as I take in the sights around me. There’s a young guy about my age strapped to a spanking bench in the front of the demo area, and a small crowd circles ‘round. His top is clad in black leather, wielding a stout riding crop, which she trails down his back and over the curve of his ass before she comes to his thighs. Placing the leather tip between his legs, she gently pushes, instructing him to spread his legs before she ties his ankles to the bench. I watch in rapt fascination until a low, familiar voice rasps against my ear.

“Something that interests you, young lady?”

I blink in surprise at familiar stern green eyes. I stammer, shaking my head. “Uh. Uh, no, daddy. No, sir.” Oh, God.

And then I do the unthinkable.

Like a scared little rabbit, I turn tail and run. I think he calls after me but I can’t hear properly, the pounding in my ears drowning out sound. I leave the dungeon behind and don’t bother to see if he’s pursuing me but I hope to God he isn’t because if he is I will legit die. I run past the bar and toward the exits near the lobby. I don’t stop until the cab door slams shut behind me, the first time I dare to risk a glance outside my window. But there’s no one familiar out the window.

And for some reason, that fills me with sadness. He didn’t come after me.

Geoff

The next day, I’m exhausted. I spent all night berating myself for scaring her off, until around midnight I decided I was off my nut.

She was the one who came to the club.

She was the one who baited me and emailed me, practically begging me to come find her at Verge.

And she was the one who turned and ran when she realized I was there.

By the time I finally punched down my pillow and tried to get some sleep, I no longer blamed myself, but hoped the little brat would do something the next day that would give me an excuse to punish her ass.

I wake up the next morning, my eyes like sandpaper from lack of sleep, and glance over the assignments sent to me by my students. My lips thin as I check off the names of those who’ve sent me their complete assignments. There’s nothing more from Giada.

If she compounds this by coming late to class, I’m gonna spank her ass.

I pack my bags for the day and head to the school, determined to get my shit together. When I park, a shiny red car next to me parks at the same time. I recognize the driver as the dean of the English Language Arts school. My guilty conscience plagues me. If she had any idea…

I wave my hand at her.

“Morning, Geoffrey,” Debra says when I get out of my car. “How fortuitous that we ran into each other. Just the man I wanted to speak with.” Shit. Does she know what I’ve been up to?

“Oh?” I ask, getting out of my car.

She smiles widely at me. “Yes. It seems that there’s a promotion in your future if you’re interested. We just received word that the budget allocations to our department will allow us to hire an additional professor. That means that we’d like to hire you permanently and perhaps consider a higher role. It means a significant salary increase, paid vacations, as well as first choice of course offerings.”

I swallow. I’m being given the best opportunity of my career, and all I can think about is how close I am to fucking this up. If she has any idea what I’ve been doing…


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