Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
David broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers for a moment. His breath washed over her face as he sighed.
“That…that was just for us,” he said as he straightened.
She met his eyes and realized this was going to be everything she’d feared. She wasn’t going to get what she wanted—a quick and easy getaway from feelings she didn’t want. She was going to fall for this man, and her heart would break when she forced herself to leave him.
But she couldn’t stop. She would take the pleasure and she would take the heartache.
His hand on the back of her neck had turned soft, his fingers sliding into her hair in a massaging caress while he kissed her. But now they clamped down once again, a firm, controlling hold that brought her right back to the kink moment that amazing kiss had interrupted.
“You’re to call me Professor. And from now on, any time you hear anyone call me professor, you’re going to remember everything I’m about to do to you.” His fingers tightened, and he jerked her forward.
She fell into him, his chest hard against her breasts, their faces so close that he could have easily kissed her again. He didn’t. Instead, she felt the puff of air from his next word.
His next order.
“Strip.”
Tessa looked up into David’s eyes. What she saw there made her want to submit. What she saw there made her want to forget her gloomy-fucking-Gus philosophy of life and try with this man. Made her want to hope that maybe this time it would be right. This time it would be forever.
She dropped her gaze to his chin and reached for the waistband of her PJ pants. He kept ahold of her, that unequivocally dominant grip on the back of her neck as she wiggled out of her pants.
She hadn’t bothered with underwear. She’d hadn’t seen the point since some part of her had known exactly how this would end—with her naked and in his arms.
Still holding her close, David dropped his free hand to her hip, fingers tracing a slow, circular pattern up her waist until they slipped under her fitted cotton T-shirt.
“I’m going to release you and then you’re going to finish taking off your clothes. Once you’re naked, go stand by the post at the corner of the bed. Do you have any issues with being tied up? Any restrictions you want me to honor?”
“No, Professor.”
“Very good.”
David released her and took a step back. Tessa quickly stripped off her shirt but hesitated when she reached around behind her back for the fastening of her bra.
“Hesitating in hopes of earning a punishment?” he asked with that same disappointed and commanding teacher voice.
Why did she find that so hot? Oh, because she was kinky as fuck and David was her Professor Hottie.
Professor. Damn it. That word did things to her and they’d barely even started.
“If you need to be bent over my desk and have a ruler taken to your ass to improve your performance, I’m more than happy to facilitate your learning in that manner.” David crossed his arms. “But I won’t be manipulated into doing it. Finish taking off your clothes and go stand at the post.” He pointed to the bedpost closest to her.
Tessa unhooked her bra and stripped it off, tossing it aside. She straightened her shoulders, prepared for him to look her over. She was in good shape—she had to be—but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have her self-conscious moments, especially being naked in front of someone for the first time. Especially when that someone was too gorgeous for words.
But David wasn’t looking at her. He’d turned away and was shuffling through the bag he’d carried with him the whole trip, which was on the dresser against the far wall. He pulled out a piece of paper and started reading it. Was he seriously getting distracted while she was standing here naked?
Outrage, and a little bit of hurt, flooded her. And yet at the same time it was almost…endearing—in a very irritating way—that her professor could get distracted in the middle of a BDSM scene. She stood for a moment, her emotions cycling. In the end outrage won.
She eyed the chair, considered throwing it at him. No, breaking the client was bad business. Maybe she should punch him. Big Tag would understand.
She took a step toward him, and David whirled, as if he’d been waiting for her to move.
He raised a brow, glancing from her to the bedpost. The step she’d taken had been away from the bed, not toward it.
Shit.
“Tessa, your inability to follow simple instructions doesn’t bode well.”
“A trap?” She gestured to the dresser. “Trick me into disobeying so you can spank me?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m down for a spanking, clearly. You don’t need to trick me into it.”