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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“You okay?” I whisper, leaning in close. “Daddy?”

His narrowed eyes warn me. “Watch it, young lady,” he whispers.

“Watch what?” I ask innocently, running my hand up the length of his thigh and letting one finger graze the very edge of his very enormous erection.

“Twenty,” he rasps out, and I almost withdraw my hand. That’s twenty smacks of something, and I think I’ll find out later.

I let my pinky trace the edge of his silky trousers. “Only twenty?”

His growl makes my panties dampen.

Emilio looks over at me from across the table. “Are you staying here tonight?” he asks. “Or going home?”

“Oh, I got a room,” I tell him nonchalantly, stifling a giggle when Geoff’s erection twitches against my hand.

“Time to go?” Geoff asks.

I stifle a giggle.

“Hands on that bedpost.”

I’m kneeling on the large four-poster bed in the hotel room, my fingers grasping for purchase in the heat of the moment. Not only did Professor Slade come to see me, he came prepared.

Rubber-tipped nipple clamps hang from my breasts, the chain swinging like a livewire of erotic tension from my nipples. My ass is striped with his belt, teeth marks peppering my thighs and neck. He’s taken me to the edge of climax so many times, a mere breath of air makes my clit swell. God, he knows what he’s doing. And I thought he’d just spank me.

“Please, daddy,” I beg. “I’m dying.”

I yelp when a firm smack of his hand connects with my naked ass.

“Daddyyyy.”

“Maybe the next time I risk my job coming out to you so you won’t be alone with your family, you’ll think twice before practically giving me a hand job under the damn table.” Another hard smack follows the first.

“Maybe,” I admit. I brace. “Or maybe not.”

“Giada,” he groans, before his belt smacks against the underside of my ass. I keen and moan, squirming and writhing, but he doesn’t stop until I’m so wet, I feel my thighs slick with arousal. My head spins, my heart soars, my mouth as dry as cotton. I’m on the edge of flying when I feel the belt clatter to the ground behind me. A whir of a zipper and a crinkling of plastic. I turn my head to the side to see him sliding on a condom. My pulse spikes. He hasn’t fucked me yet. He’s made me climax, and I’ve swallowed his come, but never have we done this yet, and the moment is special.

Coming up behind me, he grasps my hips in his firm grip, the head of his cock lining up at my slit.

“I want to fuck that tight pussy,” he grates in my ear. “Own that cunt of yours.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please. Yes, daddy. I want you to, because I—” I hesitate, but then decide to just go for broke. ‘Because I love you,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

Anchoring himself on my hips, he whispers in my ear. “And I love you, Giada. You’re my very special girl, and I will always love you. Protect you. Care for your every need.”

Tears blur my vision. “I know,” I whisper, just before he slides his cock between my folds. I moan, so full, on the edge of bliss already as he thrusts his way toward a perfect rhythm. Stroking. Thrusting. Claiming. We move as one until my climax builds to total ecstasy.

“Daddy,” I breathe, giving myself over to total surrender.

“I love you,” he says, over and over again, as he comes along with me. “I love you.”

Chapter Eleven

Geoff

One week later, I receive a summons to come to the dean’s office.

I know in my gut what this is. Our session was recorded. The dean’s nephew knows I scened with a student at a BDSM club, and my career is shot to hell. I mentally curse Braxton for roughing the kid up.

I shut the door to my car and square my shoulders. I’ll handle whatever comes to me.

Giada’s worth it.

I’ve met her at Verge every day this week. She’s funny and sweet and thrives under her daddy’s firm but gentle hand. We laugh at each other’s jokes and talk for hours, about writing and literature, our backgrounds and childhoods. She’s easy to talk to, and to my surprise, a natural sub. She’s done her research. It’s my privilege to show her the reality of it all.

And now… well, I’ll deal with whatever hand I’m dealt.

As I near the entrance to the large building that houses the offices for the English Language Arts, my phone buzzes.

Giada.

It feels risky answering a call from her here, but I need to.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Daddy!” She’s so excited I can practically see her bouncing on her feet. “Guess what?”

“What?” I find the office I need to go to, and make my way there.

“My book was accepted. I’m being published! Not only one, but the entire series.”

I blink in surprise. This is a game changer. “Yeah, baby?”


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