‘A book, no.’ Dr Braithwaite pointed to the sofa. ‘Get your arse on that and show him what you did in front of that window,Ophelia. Show him what a slutty student you are. So needy for a good fuck that you’ll risk your degree just to get off.’
My breath halted.
He yanked my head to the side, exposing my neck. His teeth sank into my sensitive skin, a sharp nip followed by a sharp demand. ‘Tell him how you failed to prove me wrong. You are a deviant, aren’t you?’
‘N-no,’ I answered, but was I? I tugged on my bound hands, wanting to get away from Dan’s probing gaze. He seemed surprised, even confused by Dr Braithwaite’s accusation, as I had imagined people I knew would look if they found out, and panic gripped me. ‘No, I’m not deviant. I – you ordered me to.’
Dr Braithwaite’s raspy laugh deepened the mockery. ‘She blames me, Master Dan. I was just in my office, marking papers, wasn’t I, Ophelia? Then I looked outside and saw you on a table with your fingers pumping into your cunt.’
‘In the library?’ Dan chuckled. ‘No, a good girl like you wouldn’t do that.’
‘It was him.’ Tears fogged my vision. ‘He told me?—’
‘I told you to fuck yourself in the library?’ Dr Braithwaite tsked. ‘To put your cunt on display for the whole campus? Does that sound like something I would do?’
I swallowed and swallowed, fighting the urge to cry as he stole every argument I had.
‘No,’ Dan answered. ‘But Ophelia’s a good girl…’ He took a step forward, bringing his cock to within an inch of my face. ‘She’d never suck cock for a good grade.’
‘That’s—’ I gasped a breath. ‘I’d never do that!’
‘Oh, but she would,’ Dr Braithwaite cooed in my ear. ‘I found her in my office, bent over my desk, wearing nothing but a pair of slutty boots. Her pretty little cunt on display.’ He nipped my earlobe. ‘It was gushing for me, wasn’t it? Dripping down your thighs.’
‘She bent over your desk?’ Dan’s fist moved faster up and down his shaft. ‘Did you spank her? I would have.’
‘I was tempted.’ Dr Braithwaite caught my eye when the first tear rolled down my cheek. ‘Aw, look at her pretty tears, Master Dan.’
‘She’d be prettier with my cock down her throat.’
‘She’s be stunning with my handprint on her arse.’ Dr Braithwaite chuckled. ‘Oh, wait. You wanted to be spanked with a ruler, didn’t you?’
Dan winced. ‘Ouch. That hurts.’
‘Yes, but it’s what she wants, isn’t it?’
He was right. Unable to run from the truth, I swallowed to hold back a sob.
‘Do you know how to suck cock, or do I have to teach you that as well?’ Dr Braithwaite looked around. ‘I should get a ruler. Smack your pussy every time you fuck up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
‘Of course, she knows how to please a man,’ Dan said. ‘You said she was one of your best students.’
A scoff came from behind me. ‘She hasn’t earned a distinction in anything but making a mess on my floor.’
I glared at him out of the corner of my eye. ‘I know how.’
Dr Braithwaite leaned in. ‘You know how to do what? Say the words, filthy girl.’
‘I know how to…’ I wetted my lips. ‘Give a blowjob.’
‘A blowjob?’ His laugh echoed in the room, pecking at my resolve like a woodpecker. ‘I should give you to one of the sadists for the evening.’
‘Sadists?’ I squeaked. He wouldn’t.
‘A ruler is foreplay to them, isn’t it, Master Dan?’
Dan scoffed. ‘You don’t give a good girl like her to the Marquises.’
‘Marquises?’ The manager was a sadist?
