14. Elliot #2
Fuck, she looked good.
I avoided looking at her face. I didn’t like to see her cry, even though I took great effort to make it happen.
“Get dressed.” I turned my back on her. A moment later, I heard her moving around, dressing.
“Do you have that paper you were supposed to rewrite?” I asked gruffly.
“Here,” she said softly, holding out a paper, her jacket hanging off one of her shoulders.
“Good girl.” I took the paper she was holding out, noting the way it made her flinch.
“Get to class, and you better straighten up or you’ll really see what a punishment is.”
She didn’t say a word. She turned and went to the door without a word.
I watched her leave my office without a glance back.
I told myself that I would not reward her bad behavior.
Another man touched her. Another man thought he had a chance with her.
And she had been allowing it. I would continue to punish her until she made him see that it would never happen between them.
I would continue to punish her until she finally realized that she belonged to me in every sense of the word.
And once she understood that, I planned on bending her until she broke.
I held her torn panties up, studying them.
They were a cotton, spandex blend, making them softer than everyday bikini underwear.
The material was so thin that I could practically see through it.
Upon closer inspection, I found the little blue flowers were tiny little roses, each with a single green leaf.
No stem. There was even a small bow sewn onto the front, center of the waistband.
I swallowed hard at what I was doing. I really wasn’t a good guy.
I had to be careful with my plans. I had to make sure she wanted me more than she could stand.
It was the only way I’d get total obedience, and I wanted it so bad the thoughts alone made my dick hard.
I wanted her completely naked, on all fours, begging me to rip away her virginity that she’d been saving. The anticipation was almost too much.
I knew I wasn’t going to get her to fall for me in the current state of things, though.
I tossed her panties back into my drawer and closed my laptop.
I needed to clear my head before my next class started, and keeping my thoughts buried in how fucking gorgeous and vulnerable she was standing naked in front of me wasn’t going to do it.
I went into my private bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face.
I pushed all thoughts of her away. By the time I was stepping out of my office, you’d never know I had a sweet tooth for my ex-best friend’s baby sister.
She was every want, wish, and need one could have.
I didn’t like to acknowledge that the longer I held out, the weaker I became.
The next hour passed, and I moved back to my office, where I read over the newest paper she’d turned in.
It was much better than her first attempt, so, sticking with my promise, I gave her an A.
Not a one-hundred because that would be too obvious, but a ninety-eight was nice and high and wouldn’t raise any red flags.
I updated her grade in my online grade book, and it raised her score by almost a whole letter, which was what she needed to stay off academic probation.
I gathered my things and left my office, ready to call it a day.
I had just walked out of the building when I found her lying on the grass in the quad.
It was a sunny day, and she wasn’t the only one enjoying it.
Several people were lying out, catching some sun.
People were tossing a football, and some were resting their backs against the trees while reading a book.
I planned on ignoring her and walking past until I caught a glimpse of Chase.
He saw her and headed right for her. I stopped at a coffee cart to grab a cup, wanting to stall to see how she’d handle him.
He plopped into the grass, right beside her, so close his side was touching hers.
She jumped and looked over at him. I watched as her eyes went from wide to relaxed, a smile tugging at her lips.
My anger doubled. I thought I’d just taught her a lesson.
It was obvious that she thought I was playing.
I was going to have to get serious and make her see that I was done.
If she wanted the deal she took, she was going to have to play by my rules.
If she didn’t want to play by those rules, then she needed to let me know so I could turn everything over to the dean.
Instead of walking away in the direction I was planning, I turned around, deciding to walk past her so she’d be able to see me. I wanted her to know that I had seen what she was doing and that she would be punished.
I kept my eyes glued to her as I got closer and closer.
She glanced up and found me, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushing.
I clenched my jaw as I pulled my attention from hers, finally walking past them completely.
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even change my expression.
I just let her see the anger in my eyes, and I knew she’d be on pins and needles as she awaited her next punishment.
A grin tugged at my lips as I pushed my way toward the parking lot.
Part of me wanted to fuck her with the ruler she liked to be spanked by, but I didn’t want to break her with anything but my cock.
I wanted her blood smeared up my shaft and coating my balls that slapped off her ass.
Then I wanted to watch as I made her lick me clean.
Maybe that would get through to her.