by Henry, Jane
I clench my jaw and look at the door, the dark silhouette confirming what I suspect. I’m angry but aroused, my dick stirring at the thought of her fetching dark eyes, pouty lips, and round, spankable ass begging for my punishment. With firm, deliberate steps, I march to the door, the buzz in the classroom fading. I grasp the handle and tug the door open. She blinks up at me with wide brown eyes. Then a corner of her lips quirks up. She drops her eyes with fake temerity and brushes up close to me. “Sorry I’m late,” she says, then breathes in a whisper, “Daddy.”
Fuuuuck.
“After class,” I bark out, my dick tightening in my pants with what I know I must do. I told her I would and I’m a man of my fucking word. She’s determined to test me.
Her cheeks flush pink as she slides into a chair, and the rest of the class goes by in a blur. Her classmates file by me and she stays in her seat, eyes on me. Now that we’re alone, her jaw clenches, and she lifts her shoulders back, defying me. I stand and lock the door, deliberately taking my time turning around to face her.
Fuck faculty chair. Why do they have to know what goes on between us, anyway?
“I saw you at Verge last night,” she says, then her cheeks flush a deeper red, as if she didn’t mean to speak so loudly.
I nod. “We’ll talk about that after.”
She saw me, then she fled like a little mouse, as if I made her afraid. Why would she be afraid?
“After?”
“Yes,” I say. “After daddy punishes you for being late and for neglecting your assignment.”
I shouldn’t do this. God, I shouldn’t do this.
I can’t help myself. I can’t not do this.
Her eyes widen and I can see the way her shoulders rise as she takes in a deep breath. I’m turning her on with the daddy.
I cross my arms and give her my most formidable look. “Come here, Giada.” There’s a need to draw punishment out, the dominant’s foreplay. My words and actions now will heighten the experience, and I’m not acting. I am fucking dying to spank her beautiful ass.
She gets up from the desk. I allow my eyes to roam her unhindered, trailing over her full breasts and flat stomach, rounded ass and curvy thighs. The blouse she wears dips low in the front, revealing gorgeous, full cleavage, lightly tanned olive skin. Her nipples show clean through her thin top. I swallow hard.
Jesus, I want to do more than spank her.
I wait until she’s close enough for me to reach, then grab her arm and tug her close to me. “You disobeyed me,” I say, trying to intimidate her, but she only looks turned on. I release her, frowning, and walk over to the desk, where I’m keeping my laptop bag. What I have in there for her will intimidate the fuck out of her if I’ve watched her carefully. Reaching for my bag, I pull out the toy I borrowed from Verge last night, anticipating the need for it today.
She eyes the varnished wooden paddle with wide eyes.
“Someone needs her daddy to put her in her place,” I murmur. “Come to me.” I stand and lean against the desk. Today, I’m not putting her over the desk. Hell, I’ve decided I’m already fucking any future I have of a promotion. So now, I’m giving in to what I really want. When she reaches me, I weave my fingers through her hair and tug her head back.
“You, young lady, defied your daddy. You ran from me last night when I was the one that could have taken care of you. You didn’t send me your assignment, and you came intentionally late to class. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Her mouth parts open when I tug her hair. “No, sir,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I… I need to be punished.”
I nod slowly. “That you do. But naughty little girls get punished over their daddy’s knee.” She steps involuntarily closer. She needs this as much as I do.
“Yes, daddy,” she breathes, effectively begging for me to put her on my lap.
Maintaining eye contact, I take her by the hand, and lead her to my right side, so her legs brush the side of my pants. And when I look in the depths of her beautiful brown eyes, something stirs in me. I want to know her. I’ve scened with women I’ve known less than I do her. I know she craves domination, that her eyes plead for what I can give her.
I know what a baby girl like her needs.
And it starts right here, over my knee.
I pat my lap and give her a gentle, encouraging nod. She trembles slightly as she lowers herself over my lap. She fits as if she were meant to be there, submitting to me. I rest the paddle on her pert ass and lean down to whisper, to reinforce why I’m doing this.
“Do you deserve to be punished, little girl?”
Her fingers grasp my pant leg. “Yes. Yes, daddy.”
“Are you going to be a good girl after I punish you?”
She nods her head vigorously, her thick chestnut hair cascading down and covering her face as if veiling her in preparation for her punishment.
“Very good,” I approve, then bring the paddle down with a searing smack that makes her arch her back and let out a little yelp. My dick swells. Jesus, I missed this.
I spank her again, another sharp smack of the paddle making her whimper, and again. If my suspicions are right, the impact of the solid wood on her ass will turn her on. She’ll be wet as fuck.
“You can do better than this, Giada,” I chide. “You’ll arrive at class and get your work to me on time. And you will not set foot in Verge again unless you’re by my side.”
I’ll lose my fucking job for this.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes, daddy,” she says, nodding her head. I still can’t see her face, but when I rest the paddle on her ass, she parts her legs. The musky scent of feminine arousal makes me grow impossibly harder.
Shit.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she breathes.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. I want to strip her clothes off and fuck her up against the blackboard, tug her head back and make her scream daddy while she chases her need to come.
Christ.
I need to get myself under control.
I place the paddle down gently and rest my hand on her scorched ass, the heat emanating straight through her thin skirt. I want to lift this skirt and…
“That’s a good girl,” I murmur, trying to stay focused as I rub out the sting of the hard paddling she just took. “A very good girl.”
She moans, low and husky.
I trace the curve of her ass, my fingers trailing to her soft, smooth, perfect thighs. She parts her legs further apart, welcoming me in silence. I run my hands along her inner thighs, slightly damp and warm. I stifle a groan, moving my hands further up her thighs. I trace one finger along the thin fabric that covers her pussy, parting her folds. Her breath hitches as I find her sweet spot.
“Do you like that, little girl?” I breathe.
“Yes,” she moans, grinding her hips against my fingers. I need to hear her say ‘daddy’ once more, but I know this might be overwhelming. “Please,” she begs.
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 an
d 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.
There are couples playing here, and he takes me to watch a few, instructing me how to properly and politely watch. “You never interfere in a scene,” he says. “Watch politely and learn when you can, but don’t interrupt or ask questions. Privacy and respect are of the utmost importance here. Understood?”
I nod. “Yes,” I say, which earns me a frown and a reminder smack to the ass. I blink. “Yes, daddy,” I amend. His smile warms me through and through.
I’ve asked for this. He’s reading what I’ve been sending him now, and knows I want to experience the pain and pleasure firsthand.
“Your turn, Giada,” he says, pointing to a vacant spanking bench near an array of implements on the wall. I’m shaking as I nod. The tools he has at his disposal range from sexy to intimidating.
“Don’t use the whip,” I manage to choke out as he positions me over the bench. I’m belly down as he stretches me out and secures me.
“Excuse me?”
“No whip.”
He leans in and speaks into my ear. “You had a chance to discuss hard limits. You chose a safeword. Now is the time you trust me. I don’t allow anyone I’m topping to command the way a scene goes once we’re in here.” He gives my ass a punishing smack.
Shit. What did I get into?
A sharp tug of my hair makes me yelp. “Yes, daddy,” I say. Damn, he’s right. If I don’t like something, I safeword. It isn’t the time or place to be telling him what to do. He reaches for something on the wall and returns to me with a wicked gleam in his eye. My fear begins to dissipate, leaving in its wake gleeful anticipation. I close my eyes to let myself sink into the scene. One warm, firm hand presses against my lower back, and without another word, he begins.
The whistle of a strap warns me a split second before my ass explodes in hot pain, and just as the pain fades to warmth, another smack follows another. I focus on breathing, taking this, needing to feel his strength and dominance. He straps me again and again, pausing between strokes, and after a good dozen or so he’s murmuring to me, telling me I’m a good girl and I’m handling things well. I’m floating, soaring, the dance of pleasure-pain rocking my world. One spanking leads to another, until I’m boneless on the bench. He unfastens the cuffs, lifts me in his arms, and speaks soft, soothing things in my ear I can’t quite decipher. My head falls to his chest, when suddenly his demeanor changes and he barks out a command over my shoulder.
I’m too deep into this to really be concerned, so I let my head fall back to his shoulder.
“I’m taking you to a private room,” he says, carrying me to a room with a sturdy, rust-colored door. I love that I’m in his arms, like I mean something to him. Like it’s just the two of us in this whole damn club. I could lay like this, burrowed against his strong, sturdy chest, forever. He smells so good, masculine and classy like he wears the faintest touch of expensive cologne. The boys I’ve dated never felt like this, never smelled like this, and hell, no one’s ever touched me the way he does.
My heart twists in my chest. What we have is special. And I don’t want it to end.
Lifting me up onto his shoulder as if I weigh nothing at all, he unlocks the door and pushes it in. It’s warm and cozy in here, outfitted for an extended stay. There’s a large, four-poster bed, an immaculate bathroom in white and silver beyond the bed, a sturdy bedside table, and a few other things that pique my interest. I recognize the leather-covered spanking bench, sturdy chair, and post with hooks from my research.
“What is this, place, daddy?” I ask.
“Verge has private rooms for long-term members,” he says.
“Oh. Did you rent this one?”
I’m curious. Has he planned this?
“Well, not exactly,” he says. “This is mine. It’s been untouched for a very long time.” I don’t miss the note of sadness in his voice.
Did he have a submissive once?
Have they been in this room?
I can’t decide if I need to know or not.
He lays me on the bed, then joins me, holding me up to his chest.
“Such a good girl,” he says. “That’s such a good baby girl.”
“Mmm,” I murmur. “Thank you, daddy.” I trail a finger along his collar bone. Still fully dressed, I want to see more. B
ut my concerns must show, because he takes my fingers in his large, warm hand, and kisses them, then asks in a serious voice, “What’s on your mind, little girl? You look troubled. A few minutes ago you were giving yourself over to this, but now you’re pulling back.”
Damn. I want to hide, but his perceptive eyes miss nothing.
“You… have a private room,” I whisper. “Have you had women in here before?”
“I have.” I can feel him tense beneath me. “But that’s in the past, and I’ve put that behind me.”
I nod.
“And I’m going to ask you to do me a favor, Giada.” Though his tone is gentle, it’s stern, and he gets my immediate attention.
“Yes?” I ask. I prop myself up on his chest and look into his eyes.
“Forget about the past. I have.” But there’s hurt in those beautiful eyes of his. I no longer worry about what might have happened before. All that matters is us. Now. Together. And instead of niggling doubt, I’m filled with the strong desire to heal whatever part of him was broken. To be the woman who brings him joy and comfort. I rest my hand on his stubbled cheek.
“Of course, daddy,” I whisper.
I watch his eyes grown molten a split second before he takes my mouth with his in a kiss that deepens within seconds. He holds me to him while he brushes his lips against mine. My body rises to meet him, primed by the spanking he gave me. By the intimacy of the moment. He could have had me out there in the dungeon. Hell, public intimacy is sort of the norm here. But he wants me alone. All his. And I want to explore it all with him.
Deep in my bones I know he’s a man to be trusted, the one who could bring me the pleasure I’ve been dreaming about.
When his tongue meets mine, a pulse of electric arousal races through me. My pussy throbs, and I’m soaked. I need him to touch me. God, I need his fingers on me.
I part my legs for him, silently begging him to touch me, to fulfill the promise he made earlier in his classroom. With a groan, he explores my inner thighs and upward, finding me panty-less and slick with arousal.