sierra
Clasping a box of Swirl Scoops Ice Cream in my hands, I stared at the elevator floor. Well, I hadn’t wanted to see Professor Patton anyway. He was probably with some girl like Heather and hadn’t answered his door when I knocked because I had completely overstepped our boundaries.
Being at Radiant was different than being with him in real life.
I should know better. I should fucking know better.
I stepped out of the elevator and frowned. Stupid me couldn’t stop thinking about him all week, so much so that I had come up with the lamest excuse to buy a box of his favorite ice cream that I had eaten all of on Monday night and—
Someone stepped in front of me, seized the back of my neck, and moved forward, causing me to stumble back into the elevator. I yelped out and snapped my gaze up to the man as the elevator doors closed.
“Look what we have here,” Steven murmured, pinning me to the metal wall.
My jaw fell open, and I attempted to shut it.
Fuck.
“I-I can explain,” I said in my defense, holding the box of ice cream to my chest. “I wanted … I was going … I came to give you, um …” My throat dried as I tried to find any excuse that would fit the reason why I was really here.
Come on, Sierra. You practiced this at home!
He curled his full lips into a devilish smirk. “What are you doing here, Miss Monroe?”
“I wanted to … return the favor for letting me eat the rest of your ice cream the other night,” I said, slamming the box right into his chest and hoping that he didn’t see through my lame excuse of wanting to see him before the next class. “S-sorry.”
It had either been this or show up at Radiant.
And I couldn’t fucking do that. No way in hell. I had contemplated everything for the past few days and decided that heading to Radiant to see if Steven was Hector was a no-go. Plus, I didn’t have the money for it. It would cost me literally an arm and a leg with its six-figure annual fee for members. Thank God that they had a huge–nearly free–educational program, or I would’ve never come here.
After grabbing the box from me, he arched his brow. “What’s that look?”
“What look?”
“That one on your face.”
“Were you at Radiant tonight?” I asked stupidly.
“Yes.”
“Do you know … Hector?”
He paused. “Yes. Why? Did he say something to you?”
“N-no,” I said, glancing away. “I just thought that you were Hector.”
Furrowing his brow, he narrowed his eyes. “Explain.”
“My friend is at Radiant tonight, and she said that she is seeing the owner of the club,” I whispered, cheeks reddening. Why the hell was I basically telling him how jealous and possessive I was? “I thought she was talking about you.”
“Hector is my brother,” he said. “Why would you think that?”
“Because …” I want you all to myself.
“Miss Monroe, the polite thing to do is answer my question.”
“Well, maybe I don’t feel like being polite tonight.”
He arched his brow.
I shrugged under his intense gaze. “I thought you only owned the place.”
“It’s a family business,” he said. “I realize it sounds odd for a family to run a sex club together, but we’re all adopted, so it’s not that weird.”
My lips curled into an O, and I swallowed hard, completely embarrassed and hoping that he didn’t continue to push the subject because I honestly didn’t know what I would say. I wanted him all to myself. Badly.
His lips curled into a small smirk. “Were you jealous?”
“No!” I scoffed and crossed my arms. “Of course not.”
“Is that why you’re really at my home?”
“No!”
“Bringing me my favorite snack?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I whispered, heart pounding. “I wanted to repay you. That’s all.”
“Well, how about you repay me by grabbing dinner with me then?”
Dinner? I wasn’t expecting dinner!
“Oh, I, um …”
“Have you eaten yet?” he asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
Cue the stomach growl.
He glanced down at my belly, then back up at me. “Are you lying to me?”
“No.”
“Liars get punished,” he murmured. “You do know that, right, Sierra?”
I sucked in a breath and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I had come to his home on a Friday night to taunt him, blatantly lying to him while knowing the consequences, settling into subspace and calling him Sir like we were in some sort of BDSM relationship already.
Heat coursed through my body, my nipples taut at the thought of him punishing me. He had sorta, kinda done it after the first night of class, but he had held back. I knew he had. The way he had lit up with excitement when I talked about watching BDSM scenes, how he had ground himself into the mattress the entire time as discreetly as possible.
“How do liars get punished?” I murmured, my lips curling into a smile.
“I don’t think you want to do this right here,” he warned.
“Too scared to answer in public, Sir?”
“Take off your panties.”
“No.”
“Miss Monroe, don’t start being a brat with me now,” he said. “Take. Off. Your. Panties.”
I stared at him through wide eyes, my heart racing and my cunt warm with pleasure. If I didn’t obey him, then he was going to punish me. And I wanted to see what a punishment from Professor Patton was really like.
“Now, Sierra,” he growled.
I teetered back on my heels. “I would, but I’m not wearing any.”