At His Mercy: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
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He stepped closer, towering over her. “Maybe a punishment is in order. Perhaps that will improve your memory.”
She shivered at his tone, low and dangerous. “A punishment?”
He raised an eyebrow.
Shit. “I mean, a punishment, Professor?”
He ran a hand over his lips, looking her over once again. “Yes, I think so. You definitely need to learn some discipline.”
Without saying a word, he crossed the room and pulled down the shade on his office door. The lock snapped shut.
“Professor, I-“
“Silence.”
She closed her mouth as he turned slowly around.
“You will be quiet until I tell you to speak.”
He walked around her in a slow circle, his brow knitted in concentration. She had to urge to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed. The way he was staring unnerved her. What was he going to do? The building was usually empty at this time of night except for janitors and the occasional student teacher grading papers. Would anyone hear her if she screamed? She crossed her arms over her chest.
“No. Hands at your sides until I decide what’s to be done with you.”
She complied, moving her hands to her sides even as she wondered if she should make a break for it. He stopped behind her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Despite her anxiety, she wanted to reach back and touch him, to run her hands over those strong thighs, but she held still, her hands balled into fists. What is wrong with me?
“You’re a very beautiful girl, Emily, but looks won’t get you anywhere in this world.”
He swept her dark hair over her shoulder, and she trembled beneath his rough fingertips. His thumb trailed over her throat.
“A girl like you needs discipline. Isn’t that right? You may speak.”
She was breathless. Just that simple touch made her pussy throb. She should be afraid, not turned on, but she couldn’t help her body’s response to this man.
“Yes, Professor.”
“Good,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s something you crave, isn’t it, when you’re alone with your thoughts? Something you’ve wanted for a long time…”
She suppressed a moan at those words. The power behind them filled her with longing. She’d fantasized about him for so long. Wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her, but she could never bring herself to tell him. He was her Professor. She thought he’d never look at her the way she looked at him.
“Yes… Professor.”
He wrapped his hand gently through her hair, then gave it one sharp yank. “Do you trust me to give it to you?”
She gasped. Did she trust him? The heat between her legs said she did.
“I trust you, Professor.”
“Very good.” He moved away from her, and the air behind her felt cold and empty. “Bend over my desk, Emily. Put your hands flat in front of you, and hold still.”
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At His Mercy
By
Delilah Fawkes
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At His Mercy
Copyright 2012 by Delilah Fawkes
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