She made it so fucking hard to be mean to. There I was, wanting to punish her for giving her attention to another man, and she was giving me some sob story that was making my dick go limp.
“Get your clothes on and get to class before you’re late.”
I saw a mixture of relief, confusion, and pain on her face.
“That’s it?”
I just looked at her.
“You’re not going to… touch me or make me touch you?”
“Not today. You’ve sucked the fun out of it. Now, get up.”
She winced as she stood, sore from being in place for so long. She picked up her skirt, but I stopped her.
“Give those to me.” I snapped the band on her panties, making her let out a soft gasp.
“Y-You want my panties?”
“If you’re going to go spreading your legs in class so people can see up your skirt, I’m going to give you a reason to make sure you keep your knees closed the rest of the day. Now, hand them over.”
“What happened to you?” she whispered, her eyes glistening. “This isn’t the guy I knew growing up. This isn’t my Eli.”
I was on her in an instant, shoving her against the wall. My heart banged hard in my chest at her words.
My Eli.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“Ask your fucking piece of shit brother,” I snarled at her. “Ask him what happened toyour Eli.”
I gripped her panties and gave them a fierce tug. The move brought her against my body. I tugged again as she let out a soft sob, her hands gripping me to stay on her feet. The thin material gave way. I tightened my grip on them and pulled a final time, completely tearing them off her small, trembling body.
“Stop fucking crying, Evelyn. Your tears don’t work anymore,” I husked out in her ear before stepping away from her naked, shaking body.
She tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
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.
