EIGHT #2
I cast a glance over my shoulder, and my nipples grew hard at the sight of him effortlessly pulling his belt out of its loops before using it to tie my wrists behind my back.
My heart raced as his fingertips trail up the back of my thigh, sending goosebumps over my skin. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare ass. I was certain he had the most clear view of my pussy as well. Fuck.
His rough voice settled between my thighs. “Oh, baby,” he drawled, dragging two fingers up my wet slit. I whimpered, glancing over my shoulder. “This pretty pussy is already weeping for me.” Ohhh God.
Without tearing his eyes from mine, he lifted both fingers, glistening with my arousal, to his lips before slipping them into his mouth.
My jaw slowly lowered, and I watched his eyes fall shut as he cleaned both digits in pure bliss.
I curled my bottom lip between my teeth, suppressing any sounds of desperation. I wanted more. Needed more.
His eyes held an eerie twinkle when they landed on my ass, and that sparked unexpected fear inside of my lust filled brain.
The sting from his palm colliding with my bare ass cheek shot pain through my legs, and I bucked my hips against the desk.
The word left my lips in a barely audible moan. “One.” He lifted his hand from my skin, before it came down harder for a second time. “Two.”
I squeezed my thighs together, feeling my skin buzz with warmth. The third smack was rougher, and harder, and I knew that it would only get more intense from here. “Three.”
He soothed his palm over my sensitive skin, before his other hand gently found my nape. “Why am I doing this to you, Dakota?”
I swallowed hard, feeling my hard nipples brush against his desk. My voice was tremulous. “Because I came late to class.”
His palm came down on my ass cheek with a smack and I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing my chest harder against his desk. His voice dropped to a command. “Speak up when I ask you a question.”
I repeated myself, much louder and fairly clearer.
“And that was four, by the way,” I added. Just in case.
His hips pushed against my ass as he leaned forward, hovering his lips over my ear. He was grinning.
His palm collided with my ass for the fifth time and a strangled whimper escaped from my throat, making me arch my back as I pushed my ass back against him. I could feel his hardened length against the back of my thigh.
The sensual pulsing between my legs worsened, and my arousal pooled between my thighs. I wanted him. Badly.
His lips brushed over my ear as he spoke. “Don’t get smart with me.”
My exhale was sharp. “Five.”
He placed a tender kiss on my temple, slipping his hand between my thighs. I sucked in a quick breath, feeling his fingers glide over my soaking entrance, making my legs feel weaker.
He pulled my arousal up and over my clit, applying the slightest amount of pressure and I pushed my ass back harder against him.
“You’re so goddamn needy,” he lowered his tone, and ran his tongue over the shell of my ear, making me grind my ass against his hard erection.
My breath caught in my throat. “Please.”
“Girls who don’t obey the rules, don’t get to come, Dakota,” he reminded me, and I could kick myself.
He kissed my ear before standing up straight and pulling my skirt back down. He untied my wrists and helped me to my feet. I stood with my chest rising and falling.
I couldn’t stop the disapproving scowl that took over my face as I turned to face him. He gently cupped my face in both of his hands, forcing me to meet his stern eyes.
“Are you going to be late for class again?”
I swallowed my pride. “No, sir.”
“Atta girl.” His lips pressed against my forehead with a gentle kiss and I closed my eyes, basking in the comfort he brought me. He pulled back, meeting my eyes once again.
His warmth had vanished, and an unsettling feeling settled between us. His eyes flickered with a revulsion. He just realised what he did. “You should leave,” he stepped back but I stepped forward.
“Don’t do that,” my chest tightened and he averted eye contact. “Don’t pull away from me,” I grabbed his wrists but he moved away from me.
“Dakota, you’re my—”
“No, don’t say it,” I hurried closer to him. I wanted to touch him, but I didn’t know how. “Logan, we’ve already crossed so many lines, please don’t do this.”
A devastatingly slow beat passed, and he met my gaze. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” With that he headed for the door, opening it.
Fighting the bubbling rage I grabbed my bag. “Fine,” I murmured under my breath, brushing past him as I exited his classroom without looking back.
* * *
“What. Is. Happening?” Daisy leaned over to whisper to Solace as I approached them at our usual lunch spot on campus. Solace’s brows shot up in surprise when she saw me, and I suppressed a groan, plopping down in front of them.
“Early midlife crisis?” Solace murmured out of the side of her mouth.
I snapped my head in their direction. “I can hear you. Both of you.”
Solace locked her hands together on the table, leaning forward. “Good. A, why do you look like that? And B, what the hell are you wearing?”
I hadn’t thought up a lie as to why I was wearing Asher’s denim shorts that ended past my knees.
I looked ridiculous. But, nonetheless, I was appreciative that he had them lying in the trunk of his car.
I don’t think my ass would survive another spanking from Logan because I didn’t listen to him.
So, I sat in front of my two best friends and mustered up the best lie I could think of.
“I spilled something on my skirt and Asher had a pair of shorts in his car.”
In pure suspicion, they knowingly shot each other a glance.
“What?” my eyes darted between the two of them and they hesitated. “Spit it out.”
“Are you sure it’s not because professor Daddy thought your skirt might be too short?” Solace grinned.
Daisy drew her brows together in fake pleasure, opened her mouth and started moaning Logan’s name repeatedly and my eyes grew wide in shock.
She then tilted her head side to side, wiggling her tongue in an attempt to mimic kissing someone and my hand flew to my mouth.
“You’re both insane,” I murmured, shaking my head and they broke out in a smile.
“Oh, Logan, you’re just so handsome with your big strong muscles, and your long skinny fingers, oh Logan!” Daisy groaned, placing the back of her four fingers against her forehead.
“Please, touch me, and kiss me, and fuck me, and do unholy things to me, Logan,” Solace added, making kissing noises.
My eyes continuously ping ponged between the two of them in disbelief and confusion. “Are you both high? Where is this coming from?”
Solace chuckled. “Oh, please. As if Mr. Grumpy pants’ mood didn’t brighten up after you walked into class,” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Yeah, and after Solace and I talked to him at the Halloween party, we for sure thought something would happen.”
“You what!?” I blurted out.
Solace smacked Daisy’s arm in disapproval, and Daisy’s hand flew straight to her mouth in regret.
“Now, before you get mad, D,” Solace began with a slight tremble of fear in her voice. “Daisy and I were just trying to help. It wasn’t planned, I swear. We kinda just saw him and… well, things happen.”
“Things happen?” I could almost laugh. “What exactly did you two say to him?”
“That he needed to be careful with you,” Daisy answered.
“And if he tried taking you down with him we’d ruin his career,” Solace added.
“Oh, my God…” I trailed off. “Why would you— nothing is going on between Professor Hale and I, okay?” I didn’t want to lie. But I had to. I couldn’t risk Logan getting into some serious shit because of me.
“Where are you going?” Daisy asked as I got up, swinging my bag over my shoulder.
“Class,” I vaguely answered, rounding the table to kiss her cheek. “Then to Professor Hale to apologize for my two nosey best friends,” I added with a kiss to Solace’s cheek as well but she grabbed my wrist.
“You know we’re only looking out for you, right?”
I smiled with a nod. “I know, Lacey. But nothing…” I paused, meeting their gazes individually. “Is going on between professor Hale and me. Got it?”
“Okay,” Daisy nodded, and so did Solace.