Page 157 of Give In

“Who else do you love?”

“You, Professor Caine. Always and only you.”

“Up on the bed, on your knees, cheek to the mattress, and arms stretched above your head.”

I scrambled to do what he said.

“Pull your panties down to just under your ass.”

Wiggling side to side, I positioned them just so.

“Are they wet?”

“Soaked, Professor Caine.”

He groaned. The bed lowered as he kneeled next to my head. His cock was already hard, pressing against his slacks. Slowly, he unbuttoned and unzipped them before reaching into his boxers to pull his hardness out.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from trying to taste him.

He stroked it with long, leisurely pulls.

I clutched the sheet to keep from touching him.

He leaned closer to touch between my legs, the head of his dick pressing against my lip.

And I opened my mouth immediately so I could swirl my tongue around it.

“You’re going to be punished for that, Miss Wilder,” he rumbled.

“Worth it, Professor Caine,” I shot back.

Moving to stand next to the bed, Damien ordered, “Look the other way.” When I did as he said, he skimmed the crop down my spine. “Thanks to your greedy mouth, you’ll be getting eleven. Don’t count, even in your head.”

“Yes, Professor Caine.”

His name had barely left my lips when the first blow hit, stinging my ass and stealing my breath.

Holy shit.

I asked for this.

Why did I ask for this?

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Right. Trust. Okay. Sure.

I can do this.

The next swing connected on a different spot, lighter than the first. The sting faded, leaving a warm burn in its place.

Another landed, hard and sharp.

Each nerve ending and receptor in my skin came alive, making me hyperaware of every sensation.

The leather strap of the crop ran between my legs, pressing against my clit then twirling around my pussy.

“Soaked,” Damien murmured, more to himself than me before the crop slapped across my upper thighs.

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