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)
“I’m disappointed, Tessa.” He looked absolutely scrumptious without his shirt on, and she got the feeling he was taking control. If she was sliding into her sub role, he was waking up his inner Dom. He was going to make this hard on her.
“I just wanted to help.” She wanted him to want her, and for a moment she wondered if he did.
“Patience is a virtue. And as I informed you, I am in charge of the study. You are the subject of my study.” His voice deepened. “And you are also my submissive, aren’t you?”
Any embarrassment she felt burned off with a fresh flame of desire. He was setting the ground rules, putting her in her place. It wasn’t something she would let any man do in the real world, but this was a space where they made their own rules, followed their desires because it was safe to do so.
She was safe with him.
The fantasy she had earlier about him coming home from work, taking things out of his pockets, setting his briefcase aside, now had a new ending. After he was done shedding the trappings of college professor, he would become her Professor. When he walked into the living room, she’d be waiting. On her knees. Naked. Maybe with a plug in her ass. A plug she’d have to insert herself when he called her from the campus and ordered her to prepare herself for him.
Tessa blinked and shook her head. This was insane. She was a badass security agent.
Who apparently had a previously undiscovered kink, focused around some sort of submissive housewife fetish.
“Tessa.”
She jumped, blinking as she looked at him.
David raised a brow. “Did I bore you?”
“No. I was—” She almost confessed what she’d just imagined. She trusted David, enough that she was willing to tell him these things. At least she thought she did. But the words stuck in her throat. She’d never wanted to play at home. She’d always kept it to the club, but she wanted more with him.
“Remove your bra,” he ordered.
She did, tossing it aside to land on top of her dress. David nodded in satisfaction.
“It seems that you need help focusing. We’re not ready to be in the bedroom yet.” David turned to her and pointed at the door that joined the rooms of the suite. “Bend over my desk for your punishment.”
Frustration welled inside her. Damn it. She didn’t want a spanking. She wanted him to fuck her. The last time she’d wanted a spanking, she’d ended up with the best sex of her life. This time she wanted that sex and was getting a spanking.
“We do not have all day.” David sounded disappointed, but his eyes were bright with desire. There was a spark in his eyes she only saw when they were playing. It was for her, for the time they got together.
There was nothing to do but obey because the last thing she was going to do was stop the scene. Every time they were together David surprised her. She’d been shocked to find out the bookish professor was kinky, and even more shocked by the way his touch affected her. She responded to his brand of dominance in a way she never had before. Even after she’d accepted that he played, he’d surprised her. If someone had asked her, she would have said that he probably wasn’t much of a sadist. That he wouldn’t spank that hard or use heavy impact toys.
But as she walked over to the desk, Tessa had a feeling that her ass was about to hurt.
And she wanted it. Wanted it so bad that when she bent over the desk and her nipples made contact with the bare, slick wood, she couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure.
How big was his office back in Dallas? She bet it was small and full of books, and they would have to be creative to make full use of it. It would be worth it. She could visit him for lunch and when she left that little room would smell like sex and for the rest of the day it would remind him that his sub adored him.
“Hold on to the edge,” David ordered, one hand on her back, pressing her down firmly.
She grabbed the far edge of the desk, her cheek resting on the cold wood, her breasts compressed. A drugged feeling started to slide over her, the rest of the world slipping away. All that mattered was being here with him.
“Ankles together, please,” he said in that stern teacher voice that she shouldn’t find hot but absolutely did. “I’m not going to spank your pussy today.”
Today.
“Today,” which implied that he would spank her other days. That there would be more scenes after this. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. He had his club. She could see him there and maybe then it wouldn’t affect her work.