Page 39 of Lady Killer

“Are you certain of that? Because I’ve broken far more worthy adversaries than you.”

She trembled before collecting herself and pulling her spine straight. “I wasn’t aware that we were playing a game, sir.”

“Because this is an interrogation,” I said with a smirk.

Her breath hitched. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, sir?” I corrected, admiring her stifled rage as she bit down on her lip.

She choked out the words with pinched lips and narrowed eyes. “What do you mean . . . sir?”

I ran my hands down my thighs, smoothing out my pants, letting her stew and think the worst before responding. “Corporal punishment is a time-honored tradition and tool in the educator’s handbook.”

“Are you out of your mind? I’m not going to let you spank me!”

I raised my hand and cut her off. “Six spankings—one for your tardiness, one for your refusal to listen to my good advice, one for the disrespect you’ve shown in class, one for killing on my family’s land, one for bringing that lunatic to my lecture . . .”

Her eyes grew wider with each offense I listed.

“And one for the future, to remind you who is in charge. All you have to do, you wicked little creature, is keep your mouth shut, and you win.”

She froze.

I had her attention.

“What precisely would I win?”

“Sir,” I commanded once again.

“What precisely would I win, sir?” she said with venom in her eyes.

“I’ll leave you alone for the rest of your time at Hollow Oak, however long that maybe.”

“And if I lose, sir?”

“You leave.”

Her mouth opened to protest once more, but the weight of what I was offering her started to sink in. This time when she spoke, her voice was rougher, lower. “All I have to do is let you . . . spank me?”

“And stay quiet, not a sound.”

She chewed on her lip as she considered her options, but I already knew what she would choose. “Six spankings, I don’t make a sound, and you leave me alone . . . sir?” She repeated the agreement back to me, and as I nodded, she extended her hand.

I took it swiftly in a crushing grip and pulled her body into mine. “It’s a deal. Now, I want you bent over my desk, and not another word.”

Her lips pursed in opposition, but I knew she couldn’t resist a challenge. She draped herself over the furniture, looking at me over her shoulder with disdain as she lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of simple pink cotton underwear. Normally, I would add another spanking for moving ahead without my instructions, but I was too busy savoring how her actions betrayed her desires.

Rubbing one hand over the firm globes of her ass, I dug my fingers as deeply into the flesh as I could, satisfied with the ragged breath it elicited from her.

This would be fun.

“You won’t be needing these.” I peeled back the underwear, gently sliding them down her legs. Brutality and softness worked together to confuse one’s subject and break down their defenses.

Once she was exposed to me, I used both hands to spread her ass wide and expose her pert tight holes. Her pussy was a dark mauve that matched the rest of her tan skin, and I fought the urge to swipe a taste of the glistening wetness I could see collecting there.

What a wicked little creature, to deny what we both so clearly wanted.

“Normally, I would make you count out each one, brat, but I’m not inclined to give you a single outlet of release. So, I’ll do the counting, and you won’t make a fucking sound.”

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