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 tease her through her panties, watching as her body tenses and she wriggles against my hand. Her breath is coming in shorter gasps, and I know she’s getting closer to climax now. I groan, needing to see how beautiful she is when she comes, when I hear the clock tick on the wall.

Christ.

I’m in my fucking classroom.

That’s when I remove my hand altogether. She whimpers.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

I right her skirt, lift her upright, then sit her on my lap, facing me. Her hair is wildly askew, her eyes bright, her mouth slightly parted in a plea.

I need to let her go, but I have to kiss her. Taste her. Let her know this all means something to me.

I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine. Jesus, this feels so damn right, better than I ever imagined. My body thrums with the need to take her, to claim her, to mark her as my girl when she sighs, leaning in to wrap her arms around my neck as I kiss her. Her full, soft lips part, welcoming me. I could kiss her for hours and not grow tired of it. Tie her up and make her come with my name on her lips over and over again. I long to see her flushed with pleasure and at my mercy.

But I need to leave her wanting. I can’t lose control.

Pulling my mouth off hers, I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Meet me tonight at Verge, eight o’clock at the bar, if you want me to finish what I started.”

It’s safer there than here anyway.

She whimpers but nods. Her head drops to my chest and I circle my arms around her, letting her burrow against me. I hold her tight and kiss her temple, absorbing the sweet sigh she releases when she sighs. So beautiful. So perfect.

“Be a good girl for daddy, and I’ll reward you.”

Reaching for my hand, she entwines her little fingers around mine, then squeezes my hand and says what I’m longing to hear.

“Yes, daddy.”

Chapter Six

Giada

I’ve gone through the day on tenterhooks, waiting for my time to come.

For some reason, I don’t want to defy him anymore. I want to see those deep green eyes look at me with pleasure and approval, not scorn.

I went home after class, still floating on pleasure from edging over his lap, and feeling his arms around me. Every inch of my body remembers the feel of his hands on my body, the bold swipe of his fingers between my legs, his hand wrapped around my waist holding me over his knee. And he promised me. If I behave, tonight he’ll make me come.

God, I need that.

I will send him the work he’s required. I’m not playing games anymore.

There are better ways of getting what you need.

I wait where he instructed me to, realizing I don’t even have his cell phone number or a way to reach him. I can’t do this. Anticipation builds with every minute that passes. He’s due any minute. Damn, why am I late to everything except the one thing that will make me so damn nervous?

I want this.

I get up to leave. I don’t know how I’ll face him tomorrow, what I’ll do when I see him in class.

“Leaving so soon?”

He stands at the entrance, eyeing me with those green eyes that see everything.

No. No, I don’t want to leave so soon.

“No,” I say, my chin lifted in defiance, a note of challenge in my voice. He isn’t going to scare me off so easily.

He raises a curious brow. “Oh? Well, good. Here is where we talk about limits and consent,” he says, sitting down on a loveseat. He pats his knee for me to come over. This all seems so normal, except for the fact that he just had me sit on his lap to discuss things. I sidle up to him, and when I get on his lap, his arms encircle me. It’s at once intimate and sexy, and my heartbeat races as he discusses limits and consent. I don’t even really know what I’m agreeing to. I’m starving for this. I want all of it.

He listens patiently to me. My stern professor is a daddy through and through, rubbing his hand in a soothing circle on my lower back while I speak. This becomes more than sexy then. Sitting on his lap, my legs swinging gently but freely, like a child on a swing, this feels… right.

“You ready?” he asks, his gaze probing when I finish talking.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Good. Let’s go.”

I walk with him, holding his hand, as he leads me into the main club, past the bar, past the pool tables I’m now familiar with. Some people greet us, and we politely respond, but we’re here for a reason. My stomach does a nervous little flip when we get to the entrance to the dungeon. If I had any panties on they’d be wet right now, but I thought it best to wear none under the slim-fitting dress I chose for tonight. It felt naughty at the time, but now I wonder if I made a foolish choice.


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