Page 43 of The Teacher of Nothing
My eyes snap to his, becoming trapped in his intense stare. “I said I’m fine.”
“You’re lying. Don’t lie to me, pretty girl. I can always tell.”
I attempt to kiss him, hoping to distract him, but he slides a hand into my hair and grips a handful. The sharp sting on my scalp makes my eyes water for a different reason.
“Tell me,” he croons. “You’re supposed to be my good girl. Good girls don’t evade the truth.”
I do want to be good for him.
I want to fix this rawness I’m feeling. This hurt. Even if it is all in my head. I trust he’ll do it for me.
“I thought you forgot about me,” I whisper, tears flooding my lids and blurring him. “Or…”
He presses his lips to my cheek, stopping a tear from its fall. His tongue lashes out, licking the salty wetness away. “Or what?”
“Or that maybe you’d changed your mind.”
“I keep my promises,” he growls. “Understand?”
“Y-Yes.”
“I’m upset you gave up on me so quickly.”
More tears roll out. “I’m sorry.”
“It pisses me off, Willa.”
Not sweetheart.
Willa.
“I want to punish you so you’ll remember it the next time you think I’m giving up on you.” His breath is hot against my cheek. “You think I’d risk my career or my brother’s campaign to just fuck around with my student?”
“No.”
“No, sweetheart. I can’t get you out of my goddamn mind.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Those are just words.” One of his hands finds my ass and he squeezes me over my sleep shorts. “I’d rather you show me how sorry you are.”
I pull back and frown at him. “How?”
His grin is wolfish. Decadent. Evil. “Your innocence is a temptation I’m obsessed with. I want to strip it away piece by piece.”
I’m not sure what that means, but I’m there for it.
“How do you feel about a spanking?”
I want to laugh in indignation, especially considering my stepfather smacked me today, but my pussy clenches. Warmth floods through me as images of Callum bringing his palm to my ass flash through my mind.
“Will it hurt?”
“Not terribly. Just a stinging reminder that I’m not going anywhere.”
“Okay.”
He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips softly. “You can’t cry out. I don’t want anyone to hear.”
