He backs me up onto the bed and moves between my legs, kissing and nipping lightly at my inner thighs, gradually getting closer and closer to my pussy until I’m squirming.
Finally, his mouth goes where I want it most, but the teasing torture continues. He takes his time exploring, savoring, tasting, ravishing, holding my legs apart as he slowly drives me wild. I come twice before he moves up my body, and I expect him to shuck off his jeans—I can feel him against me, and I’m nervous but eager to have him inside me—but instead, he whispers in my ear.
“Do you like to play games?”
A shiver runs down my spine. Even though I have no idea what he’s talking about, I’m pretty sure my answer is yes. “What kind of games?”
He nuzzles my neck, sets his teeth in my earlobe and tugs gently. “The kind where you’ve been naughty and need to be taught a lesson.”
I let out a tiny gasp, my legs moving restlessly, and he chuckles, the sound like a deep caress. “I think that’s a yes.” He lifts up enough to look down at me, his face gentle but serious. “Remember, this is just a game. All you have to say isstop,at any point, and it’ll stop.”
I try to imagine how things might play out. “But wouldn’t I saystopas part of the game?”
His eyes seem to glow in the low light of the bedside lamp. “You’re a natural, Hazel. Okay, thinkof a word that’s easy to remember but that you won’t say accidentally, likepumpernickelorarborist.”
A word from my past was on my mind a lot today. “Aperture,” I say, and he flashes me a brilliant grin.
“Perfect. So you can saystopwhile we’re playing, and that won’t mean stop; it’ll be part of the game. But if you really want to stop, sayaperture.If you forget your word and get scared, saydouble stop,and that’ll work. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Bron dips his head and tugs at one of my nipples with his lips. “From here on out, you can call me Professor … Armstrong. You are … Miss Willoughby, and we need to talk about the sorry state of your grades.”
I bite my lip, a frisson of anticipation dancing along my nerves. “Okay.”
He pushes himself up and off the bed in one smooth motion, his arm and chest muscles making me ache for him. But I can’t reach him, because he’s starting to pace around the room, his posture erect. “Sit up straight when I’m talking to you, young lady.”
Obediently, I scoot to the edge of the bed, fold my hands in my lap, and cross my legs at the ankles as they dangle off the edge.
“Your grades have been falling all semester, Miss Willoughby. What do you have to say for yourself?” His voice is stern, but there’s a hint of playfulness at the edges.
“I … I don’t know. I guess I’ve been careless.”
“I’ve been careless,Professor.”
I squirm on the bed. “Sorry, yes, Professor Armstrong.”
“There are several assignments missing. Those are going in the book as Fs.” Bron paces back and forth in front of me, his eyes narrowed, and though this scenario would have been a nightmare for me in real life, he’s making it kind of fun.
“Is there … maybe something I can do for extra credit, Professor?”
“Oh, it’s too late for that, young lady. There’s nothing left but for me to teach you a lesson.”
I give him big eyes and flutter my lashes. “Teach me a lesson?”
“You need to learn to do better. You need a lesson you won’t forget.” He pulls the hard-backed chair out from the desk, sets it in the middle of the room, and sits down, patting his leg. “Come over here. Bend over my knee.”
“What?! Professor!” As Miss Willoughby, I’m positively scandalized.
“You heard me, young lady. Now.”
A delicious shiver runs through me as I walk over to him, but I don’t obey him immediately. I make him order me around a little longer before I finally bend over his lap.
If I wasn’t already very turned on, the position alone would make me wet, because I feel totally at his mercy, blind and helpless to whatever he plans to do to me. I’m exposed and vulnerable, but that makes me realize how much I trust Bron. I trust all three of the brothers, but I’m grateful to be alone with just one of them as we try out this little game.
“You’re a very naughty girl, showing your bare bottom to your professor.” Bron adjusts his legs in a way that tips the top of my body forward, showing him even more of my naughty parts. “You should be ashamed of yourself for being such a bad girl.”
He rubs his hand over my ass cheeks, while his other slides under me to cup my pussy. “Are you prepared for your punishment?”
