Chapter 29 #2
His dark tone sets off a tingling from my breasts to my core. He lets go of me to push back the chair behind his desk and sit down. Then he points to his lap.
This wouldn’t be appropriate under any circumstances. But the even bigger problem is that an awful lot of me wants to give in to his demand.
Very, very bad idea.
I wet my lips automatically and then press them shut before responding. “No fucking way.”
Professor Raith’s gaze sears into mine. As he shifts as if to stand back up, his words are all hard heat.
“Fine. I’ll take the very concrete evidence I have of you purposefully harassing a fellow student to the headmaster, and we’ll see what consequences he comes up with, since that’s what you’d prefer. ”
It’s what I should prefer. It’s the option Other Elodie would have taken—if she was careless enough to flaunt her disdain as openly as I did, which I don’t think is likely—knowing it’d be a month or two of irritation and then done with. But my gut goes cold.
The headmaster won’t be happy—not because of Asher, but because I got caught supposedly demeaning an assignment, and in front of the whole class no less. We can do whatever we want to each other most days, but we’d damn well better respect the school itself.
He won’t go easy on me despite my family. If anything, he’ll come down harder on me because I have more sway with my classmates. And Dad wouldn’t intervene; he’ll be horrified.
All of which I could tolerate, except I could end up assigned to some kind of extra service that’ll stop me from continuing my investigations.
Professor Raith might even push for me to report to him, opening up so many more opportunities for fate to shove us at each other.
I’ll definitely face more scrutiny both at school and at home about my activities. ..
This could screw up everything I’m trying to accomplish.
I clench my teeth.
Or I could endure a few swats, and it’ll be over that quickly. Just think about rotting zombies and entrail-dangling manananggals. Quash that libido completely.
I walk over to Professor Raith, fighting the wobble in my legs.
He hesitates on the edge of rising. A flicker of uncertainty crosses his face, as if he’s forgotten his demand—or never fully meant it in the first place.
Too fucking bad.
“Miss Devine?” he says.
“Let’s just get this over with.” I shoot him another glare and sink to my knees.
My sharp tone brings another flare of heat into his gaze. He holds perfectly still as I lean across his lap, but he doesn’t refuse me. I hear a trace of a rasp in his breath.
Of course he’s affected too. Maybe that’ll encourage him to get it over with quickly.
I close my eyes and summon the most disgusting images my imagination can conjure.
Cole’s thighs tense beneath me as if he’s bracing himself. I half expect him to shoo me away. Then he sucks in a breath with a hard edge that reverberates through me.
The second he speaks, any defense I managed to prepare disintegrates. I feel the air shift as he lifts his arm. “From here on, you’ll give me and Asher the respect we both deserve.”
His hand falls and smacks one ass cheek through my skirt. His palm lands hard enough for my flesh to sting—and for a corresponding pulse of pleasure to shoot through my sex.
Hathor help me.
“You’ll follow your assignments to the letter and without bending the rules to your favor.”
Smack.
“You’ll remember what happens when you push my limits.”
Smack.
“You’ll keep your hostile snark to yourself.”
Smack.
With each slap of his hand, the stinging in my ass deepens, and so does the throb of lust. I bite my lip, but I can’t smother the swell of need.
I might have escaped anyway, except Professor Raith swats my ass one more time—and the folds of my skirt flutter high enough to reveal the crotch of my panties.
His breath outright stutters. He reaches to tug the fabric back down—and halts with his leather-covered fingertips brushing my bare skin.
His voice thickens in a way I’ve only heard from my Cole in our bedroom at home, but eerily detached, as if he’s not fully in charge either. “You’re even more of a brat than I thought. It looks as though this wasn’t punishment at all. You’ve been enjoying it.”
My arousal must have soaked right through my panties. A flush scalds my face.
I start to shake my head as if I can deny the evidence right before his eyes. At the same moment, his fingers glide down to trace right over the spot where I’m aching most.
A whimper I can’t contain spills from my throat. I just barely hold back from pressing into his touch.
“Hmm.” There’s an increasingly ragged quality to his words. “You’ve bent over for me. Let’s see if you’ll let me break you.”
His gloved fingers tease down to my clit and press against that sensitive spot. The texture of the leather through the thin fabric only heightens the sensation.
I stifle a moan. Something firm is pressing against my torso that I don’t remember feeling earlier. How turned on is Cole?
The knowledge that he’s hard sends another spike of pleasure racing through me that I can’t suppress. A pang shoots from my palm right down my center.
Professor Raith strokes me from my clit across my opening, and something snaps inside me.
His fingers trace over every hot hungry part of me again and again, and all I can do is gasp and rock with the motions of his hand. Bliss unspools from my pussy all through my abdomen. Every nerve in my body trembles with the most delicious torture.
“So agreeable when I’ve got you splayed out on me,” Cole says in what’s almost a groan. “That’s right. Just like that.”
He nudges my panties aside to dip a finger right into me, and a full moan bursts from my mouth. I press my face to my forearm, my teeth pinching the skin through my sleeve, my body shaking.
Professor Raith thrusts the finger deeper into me, and deeper again, in a rhythm with another finger still rubbing my clit.
It only takes a few more strokes before I shatter.
The rush of release slams through me. I shudder on his lap. The professor lets out a choked sound.
The pleasure washes from my body—and the knowledge of what we just did comes crashing in.
I scramble up and away from him, both sets of cheeks flaming, knees trembling. My skirt falls back into place over panties that are now drenched.
How did I let this happen? Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Professor Raith stares at me as if in a daze and then with the blood draining from his already pale face. His hand with my arousal staining his glove goes limp at his side. “I...”
He shoves himself to his feet, but I’m not sticking around to find out how this situation could get even worse.
“I won’t—I won’t tell anyone,” I stammer out, since that’s probably his biggest concern. And yet again this is even more my fault than he knows.
Then I bolt out the door without looking back.