“Fuck!”

“Tsk, tsk. Such obscene language from such a wholesome girl.”

Nineteen. Twenty.

“Please, no more.” She sobbed. “Please, no more, Master.”

Her ass was fiery red and hot to the touch. Poor baby. As for Ambrose, he had a raging hard-on, and he was really hoping she’d sass him and give him a reason to keep going. He paced for a moment, unable to calm himself down. He felt like he could run a marathon and have energy left to fuck her senseless. There was something about her reactions that provoked his natural sexual aggression. Good thing she liked that. Yet another reason he couldn’t mess around with vanilla girls.

She stayed where he’d placed her. Was she waiting for a command from him, or just recovering? Unable to resist, he dropped to his knees and kissed her welts, loving the way it made her pant and nervously clench her ass.

“What’s the matter?” He bit a welt and she squeaked in dismay.

“I just . . . I’m not comfortable with that.”

“With what? Me playing with your ass?” He grabbed some lotion out of the drawer. And sat down in the desk chair, then coaxed her, belly-down, over his lap. “We’ll work on that. First, though, I’m going to take care of your poor bottom. If you weren’t such a bad girl, I wouldn’t have to be so rough with you.”

“That wasn’t fun. Well, not the end of it, anyway.”

Ambrose made a soothing noise, then poured lotion into his palm, warmed it between his hands.

She sighed and relaxed against his lap just as he pinned her mid-back with one hand and smeared the lotion over her ass cheeks with the other. If she thought he was being nice, she didn’t know him very well.

He rubbed it in more thoroughly, and a second later she hissed and started to squirm.

“Stop, stop! It’s making it sting worse!”

“Yes, I know, little girl. Just because the strapping is done doesn’t mean your punishment is over.”

“But it stings!” Her bottom turned redder, if that was possible. He ran gentle fingers over the redness. Everly squirmed and bucked, pressing her legs together and trying to get away from the sensation.

“You’re a jerk!” she hollered at him, wriggling and glaring at him over her shoulder.

“Usually,” he agreed.

He held her there and watched her process the sting, pleased by every plaintive whine and movement. Her panties had slid all the way off, and he coaxed her to spread her legs so he would have a more interesting view of her pretty pussy and the little pucker of her asshole.

“Come on, princess. Get up on my desk, and we’ll see if there’s something you can do to improve your grade.”

Chapter Nine

“That punishment wasn’t enough?” Heart sinking, she climbed off his lap and winced.

He helped her up onto the desk, but sitting right now was the last thing she wanted to do. Her ass was on fire and she didn’t like the wolfish grin on his face.

“No, no. That was your punishment for what happened before. Now you need to pay up.”

Everly tried to read his expression, but came up blank. The man had a good poker face. She just hoped there wasn’t more of that evil lotion. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”

Ambrose didn’t answer, but slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exploring every bit of skin he exposed with his fingers and mouth. He sucked on her clavicle, bit her shoulder, kissed her neck, until she was breathless.

“But, Professor! What are you doing?”

“Tasting you.” He stripped off her top, unfastened her bra¸ threw them both on the floor, and shoved her down onto her back. The skirt was next.

So much for staying in costume for him. She’d gotten the right response though. The strapping had felt a little extreme at the time, but the way he’d made her take it, and the stinging heat it left now, were conspiring to make her want to submit deeper to him. But making it easy just wasn’t her style. She hid her breasts with her arm, and her pussy with her hand, and looked at him coyly. “But how is my being naked going to help?”

He reached into the desk drawer again, and Everly just managed to avoid craning her neck to see what was next.

She’d hated the damn strap. Almost enough to orgasm.

Running and hiding was an option, but he hadn’t done anything she wasn’t secretly okay with. Yet.

Ambrose thumped a bottle down on the desk beside her. Massage oil? He opened the bottle, and she caught the faint scent of coconut.

“No more lotion!” She tried to dart away, but he caught her with an arm around her waist.

“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “This won’t hurt you. I promise. It’s coconut oil.”

Reluctantly, she let him steer her back to the desk. “But how is that going to help me earn a better grade, Professor? Do you have a crick in your neck you need me to fix?”

“I’ll give you a crick in the neck.” He smiled and wrapped a gentle hand around her throat.

Even though he was making a dumb joke, the feeling of it made her shudder, and her eyelids flitted closed.

“Are you mine?” he whispered in her ear.

Her breath caught. “Yes, Master.” Was this part of the role-play?

He hummed with satisfaction and bit her ear just enough to send sparks of lust through her.

“I’m going to give you a massage, because I enjoy the texture of your skin.”

She eyed the oil askance. “And that’s payment enough?”

He snorted. “Of course not. We’ll see where things go from there.”

When she was stretched out on her back, a towel under her and another folded under her head, he spread oil over her skin and started to work out knots she didn’t know she had. In no time, she was so relaxed it felt like subspace.

Everly’s mind buzzed, but her body felt like it was asleep and having the best possible dream. Ambrose tugged at her nipples with his slippery fingers, making her squirm. He parted her legs and massaged her thighs, then moved upward, spreading oil along her labia and then nudged between them to oil her clit. He rubbed it between his fingers, trapping it, holding her open and exposed while he made little light circles over it with the fingers of his other hand. He teased her until she was gripping the desk with clawed hands and her hips were thrust as high as she could go, silently trying to convince him to let her come.

Two fingers wedged up into her slick entrance, and she wondered how much of that slickness was his oil and how much was just her. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over her sensitized nub.

“Oh God, Ambrose. Please let me come.” Fuck, begging for it was just turning her on more.

“I will, sweetheart. But not yet. You can wait, can’t you?”

She wanted to scream and cry and have a fit. Evil man! But the desire in his pretty blue eyes made her want to please him more than herself.

“O-okay.” Why was she agreeing? Maybe if she said no he would have gotten her off right away. She was so damned close.

“Good girl.” His approval was so thick he could have fucked her with it. “You’re such a good girl for me, Everly.”

“Good enough to get a reward?” she ventured.

“Soon, baby. Come on, turn over for me.” He urged her to turn over, then positioned her so her arms were down by her sides and her legs were spread. She didn’t complain. She needed to come so bad it hurt.

Ambrose lifted her hips and wedged a pillow under her.

“Mmm. Your poor, sweet ass is so red.” He spread oil on her back, over her ass, and down her thighs and calves, then started to work on the knots on that side.

“A mean man beat my hiney,” she mumbled in a baby voice.

He chuckled, tracing what were probably welts back there. It tickled and made her jump. She tried to draw her legs back together, suddenly feeling shy that he had a front-row view of everything she owned.