I completed my lesson in about half the time it’d usually take me. I assigned some homework and dismissed the class early. I was gathering my things when she walked past. With the class filled with chattering students who were in a rush to get out, nobody but her heard me say, “My office. Now.”
I moved down the hall to my office and waited for her to join me. She didn’t bother to knock. She knew I was alone and expecting her. After entering, she placed her bag on the floor and stood at the end of my desk, twisting her fingers nervously together in front of her, waiting for my direction.
“Strip,” I told her without looking away from my computer screen. “All of it.”
She hesitated for a moment before she spoke.
“E-Eli?”
I bristled at her old name for me.
“Fucking strip, Evelyn,” I snarled at her.
Her bottom lip trembled as she began to remove her clothing.
I leaned back in my chair, watching as she unzipped her jacket and pulled her arms free. She tossed it into the chair across from me before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her bra was next, and her nipples instantly pebbled in the cool air.
I watched her long, slender fingers as she worked to release the button on her skirt. She lowered her zipper and then shimmied her hips from side to side until the denim was falling to the floor, leaving her in those white panties she was teasing me with. They had tiny blue flowers on them—bikini cut, cute and innocent yet sexy in their own right.
She stopped and didn’t remove them.
“Eli? Please,” she whispered, covering her chest with her hands. “Don’t make me.”
I stared at her for a moment before deciding I wasn’t going to make her. Not yet.
“Kneel,” I growled out at her.
Without a word, she got down to her knees on the hardwood floor.
“Back straight, chin high. Hands on your thighs.”
She did everything I asked after hesitating for a bit. She didn’t like to show me her body. I had no idea why. She was fucking gorgeous. Flat, toned stomach. Big tits. Small waist. Lush ass. She had no idea how beautiful she was.
I went back to work. For the first ten minutes, she didn’t move a muscle. She just stayed there, waiting for the next set of directions.
Then the pain started to set in.
“Stay still,” I told her when she started to shift her weight from one side to the next.
I didn’t talk to her, didn’t look at her. I kept my attention on my computer and the task at hand for the majority of the time. However, I was becoming increasingly aware of the time. I didn’t have all day. I had another class to teach. So with only about ten minutes left, I asked her, “Do you know why you’re here?”
“Because I skipped class yesterday.”
“No, we haven’t gotten to your punishment for skipping class.” I looked over at her. “You’re here because I saw you out there with him. I’ve already told you not to let another man touch you.”
“I didn’t,” she argued, looking up at me with those big green eyes of hers. “Eli… I didn’t.”
“Youdid. You had breakfast with him. I saw it all, Evelyn. I saw the way he looked at you, the way you batted your lashes at him, the way you’d laugh at his jokes. You’re keeping him on the hook, but why would you do that when you know you already belong to me?”
She took a deep breath that made her chest rise. “I-I need friends. I don’t have many. Chase is my friend?—”
“Chase isn’t your friend. He wants to work his way between your legs. He plays a good fucking game too.” I watched her brows crinkle as she took in the information I gave her. “You don’t need friends like him. Friends like him will only get you in trouble. Do you like being in trouble, Evelyn?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Professor West. I do not like being in trouble.”
