by Madison Faye
“I might know her,” he says. “I don’t normally divulge the names of clients, though. No offense, man,” he says apologetically. “It’s just a company policy.”
Of course. I understand. I nod, then feel my phone buzz. Quickly, I scan the notification on my screen. My heartbeat quickens. It’s her. She’s replied to my email.
That’s a bluff, Professor. No one knows the name of the club I go to except you, anyway, and if they did, they have nothing on me. There are no regulations guarding this type of information in a work of fiction, and most especially an unpublished work.
No one knows the club but me?
Does she know I’m a member here?
“Not sure I need to look anything up,” Tobias says in my ear. “All I’ll tell you is, if you’re looking for her, you need to head to the dungeon.”
I know then. My purpose in coming here tonight. Why the universe saw fit to land her ass in my classroom. Why I’m back to Verge after months of separation, reunited with my friends and the lifestyle that’s become a part of who I am.
I know my purpose, and she’s waiting for me in the dungeon.
Chapter Five
Giada
I wait in the dungeon, filled with nervous anticipation. Is he here tonight? Will he come now that he knows I’m here? A part of me hopes he comes, and a part of me wishes he wouldn’t. I’m afraid of what will happen if he sees me here. How will I face him in class tomorrow?
I called him Daddy earlier. I can’t divulge that fantasy of mine and let it hang in the air like that.
I came in here alone, having acquired a membership at the beginning of the month. A dom I dated introduced me here, but he broke up with me and now goes elsewhere with his new love interest. I’ve come a few times, but I’ve not allowed anyone to touch me. I keep waiting for the right one, as many of the people here are couples, and many far older than I am. The bartender looked cute, but he mentioned having a girlfriend when I first arrived. Plus, he’s too young.
I go for the older type.
Imagine my delight when the fictional Verge in my story was something Professor Slade recognized. He’s been here before. Hell, he could come here tonight, and after that email I sent him, he just might.
I scan the crowd once, twice, three times, and see no one I recognize. There’s no response to the last email I sent him. Hell, I ought to be home working on my next assignment for his class, rather than sending him dribbles of what I’ve written.
Maybe if I don’t finish my assignment, he’ll spank me. I smile to myself as I take in the sights around me. There’s a young guy about my age strapped to a spanking bench in the front of the demo area, and a small crowd circles round. His top is clad in black leather, wielding a stout riding crop, which she trails down his back and over the curve of his ass before she comes to his thighs. Placing the leather tip between his legs, she gently pushes, instructing him to spread his legs before she ties his ankles to the bench. I watch in rapt fascination until a low, familiar voice rasps against my ear.
“Something that interests you, young lady?”
I blink in surprise at familiar stern green eyes. I stammer, shaking my head. “Uh. Uh, no, Daddy. No, sir.” Oh, God.
And then I do the unthinkable.
Like a scared little rabbit, I turn tail and run. I think he calls after me but I can’t hear properly, the pounding in my ears drowning out sound. I leave the dungeon behind and don’t bother to see if he’s pursuing me but I hope to God he isn’t because if he is I will legit die. I run past the bar and toward the exits near the lobby. I don’t stop until the cab door slams shut behind me, the first time I dare to risk a glance outside my window. But there’s no one familiar out the window.
And for some reason, that fills me with sadness. He didn’t come after me.
* * *
Geoff
The next day, I’m exhausted. I spent all night berating myself for scaring her off, until around midnight I decided I was off my nut.
She was the one who came to the club.
She was the one who baited me and emailed me, practically begging me to come find her at Verge.
And she was the one who turned and ran when she realized I was there.
By the time I finally punched down my pillow and tried to get some sleep, I no longer blamed myself, but hoped the little brat would do something the next day that would give me an excuse to punish her ass.
I wake up the next morning, my eyes like sandpaper from lack of sleep, and glance over the assignments sent to me by my students. My lips thin as I check off the names of those who’ve sent me their complete assignments. There’s nothing more from Giada.
If she compounds this by coming late to class, I’m gonna spank her ass.
I pack my bags for the day and head to the school, determined to get my shit together. When I park, a shiny red car next to me parks at the same time. I recognize the driver as the dean of the English Language Arts school. I wave my hand at her.
“Morning, Geoffrey,” Debra says when I get out of my car. “How fortuitous that we ran into each other. Just the man I wanted to speak with.” My conscience plagues me. Does she know what I’ve been up to?
“Oh?” I ask, getting out of my car.
She smiles widely at me. “Yes. It seems that there’s a promotion in your future if you’re interested. We just received word that the budget allocations to our department will allow us to hire an additional professor. That means that we’d like you to consider being department chair. It means a significant salary increase, paid vacations, as well as first choice of course offerings.”
I swallow. I’m being given the best opportunity of my career, and all I can think about is how close I am to fucking this up. If she has any idea what I’ve been doing…
“Oh, excellent,” I say. “Thank you. How do I find out more?”
She rattles off a list of names and dates. My head teems with this new news. If what I’m doing with Giada comes to light, I’ll not only lose my job here and whatever benefits I’ve managed to accrue, I’m essentially fucked when it comes to getting another job in the future.
Fucked.
“Thank you,” I manage to choke out, thankful that my dom training has taught me to keep myself in check.
That’s it. I’m not going to touch her. I’m not going to dom her again, and if I find her at Club Verge, I’ll leave. I left there for a while and lived and could give it up again if I needed to.
I hate the idea of pulling up roots, of never touching this woman again. The fantasies that have taken root in my mind won’t stop hounding me, testing me, reminding me what could have been. I haven’t had the intimacy of a daddy dom/little girl dynamic since my girl left, and I miss it. I miss being the one she looks to for guidance and structure, and fulfilling my own needs by meeting hers.
I’ve made up my mind.
I get to my class early and set things up, greeting students as they arrive. Today, I give them back their graded assignments, and will give them their third writing assignment. A rapid summer course like this one is work-heavy, and we need to keep up the pace. I watch the clock tick on the nearby wall.
She has five minutes to arrive.
If she doesn’t arrive on time, it’s on me to show her my displeasure, or any respect I’ve earned from her is shot to hell.
I frown.
Two minutes.
Not only is she cutting the time close, she’s still missing last night’s assignment.
I tap my foot impatiently on the floor, eying the clock.
How badly do I want the chair position?
The clock strikes noon. I push up from my desk, walk to the door, and click the lock in place. The little brat is testing me. I carry on with today’s lesson, as usual, and begin handing out a worksheet for my other students to do. There’s a faint buzz of conversation humming in the classroom as my students discuss the assignment I gave them when a sharp knock comes at the door.
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 look 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.” 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 being faculty chair. 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.
“That’s a good girl,” I murmur, rubbing 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.
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 lean in, capturing her mouth with mine. She sighs, leaning in to wrap her arms around my neck as I kiss her. Her full, soft lips part, welcoming me. I cut the kiss short, however, though I could kiss her for hours and not grow tired of it.
I need to leave her wanting.
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.”
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 right and kiss her temple. She closes her eyes.
“Be a good girl for Daddy, and I’ll reward you.”
She reaches for my hand and 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.