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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“Oh, excellent,” I say. “Thank you. How do I find out more?”

She rattles off a list of names and dates. My head teems with this news. If what I’m doing with Giada comes to light, I’ll not only lose my job here and whatever benefits I’ve managed to accrue, I’m essentially fucked when it comes to getting another job in the future.

Fucked.

“Thank you,” I manage to choke out, thankful that my dom training has taught me to keep myself in check.

That’s it. I’m not going to touch her. I’m not going to dom her again, and if I find her at Club Verge, I’ll leave. I left there for a while and lived and could give it up again if I needed to.

I hate the idea of pulling up roots, of never touching this woman again. The fantasies that have taken root in my mind won’t stop hounding me, testing me, reminding me what could have been. I haven’t had the intimacy of a daddy dom/little girl dynamic since my girl left, and I miss it. I miss being the one she looks to for guidance and structure, and fulfilling my own needs by meeting hers.

I’ve made up my mind.

I get to my class early and set things up, greeting students as they arrive. Today, I give them back their graded assignments, and will give them their third writing assignment. A rapid summer course like this one is work-heavy, and we need to keep up the pace. I watch the clock tick on the nearby wall.

She has five minutes to arrive.

If she doesn’t arrive on time, it’s on me to show her my displeasure, or any respect I’ve earned from her is shot to hell.

I frown.

Two minutes.

Not only is she cutting the time close, she’s still missing last night’s assignment.

I tap my foot impatiently on the floor, eyeing the clock.

How badly do I want the chair position?

The clock strikes noon. I push up from my desk, walk to the door, and click the lock in place. The little brat is testing me. I carry on with today’s lesson, as usual, and begin handing out a worksheet for my other students to do. There’s a faint buzz of conversation humming in the classroom as my students discuss the assignment I gave them when a sharp knock comes at the door.

I clench my jaw and look at the door, the dark silhouette confirming what I suspect. I’m angry but aroused, my dick stirring at the thought of her fetching dark eyes, pouty lips, and round, spankable ass begging for my punishment. With firm, deliberate steps, I march to the door, the buzz in the classroom fading. I grasp the handle and tug the door open. She blinks up at me with wide brown eyes. Then a corner of her lips quirks up. She drops her eyes with fake temerity and brushes up close to me. “Sorry I’m late,” she says, then breathes in a whisper, “Daddy.”

Fuuuuck.

“After class,” I bark out, my dick tightening in my pants with what I know I must do. I told her I would and I’m a man of my fucking word. She’s determined to test me.

Her cheeks flush pink as she slides into a chair, and the rest of the class goes by in a blur. Her classmates file by me and she stays in her seat, eyes on me. Now that we’re alone, her jaw clenches, and she lifts her shoulders back, defying me. I stand and lock the door, deliberately taking my time turning around to face her.

Fuck faculty chair. Why do they have to know what goes on between us, anyway?

“I saw you at Verge last night,” she says, then her cheeks flush a deeper red, as if she didn’t mean to speak so loudly.

I nod. “We’ll talk about that after.”

She saw me, then she fled like a little mouse, as if I made her afraid. Why would she be afraid?

“After?”

“Yes,” I say. “After daddy punishes you for being late and for neglecting your assignment.”

I shouldn’t do this. God, I shouldn’t do this.

I can’t help myself. I can’t not do this.

Her eyes widen and I can see the way her shoulders rise as she takes in a deep breath. I’m turning her on with the daddy.

I cross my arms and give her my most formidable look. “Come here, Giada.” There’s a need to draw punishment out, the dominant’s foreplay. My words and actions now will heighten the experience, and I’m not acting. I am fucking dying to spank her beautiful ass.

She gets up from the desk. I allow my eyes to roam her unhindered, trailing over her full breasts and flat stomach, rounded ass and curvy thighs. The blouse she wears dips low in the front, revealing gorgeous, full cleavage, lightly tanned olive skin. Her nipples show clean through her thin top. I swallow hard.


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