steven
“Do you know what today is?” I murmured, my hand around the steering wheel and my balls sitting heavy inside my pants. Since Friday night, I hadn’t been able to get rid of my thoughts of Sierra and the punishment I would give her.
“My punishment,” she whispered, grinding her thighs together.
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Because you asked me to remove my panties and I refused.”
“No.”
“Because I showed up at your place without any?”
“Ah, that’s part of the reason,” I hummed in amusement.
“But it’s not all of it?”
“I’ll give you one last try.”
Honestly, she didn’t deserve a punishment for showing up at my place without her panties. She had earned it for making me lose control in public and taking her pretty little pussy on the elevator with others around.
If anyone had seen me, I’d have been screwed. And never mind the headache I’d get if Michelle had caught us. God, I wouldn’t have heard the end of it from her until the day I lay in my grave.
“Because I don’t like being teased,” I finally said when she didn’t answer.
“I don’t think that’s much of a me problem,” she said, staring at me through those lashes.
I came to a stop at a traffic light on Fifth Avenue and arched my brow at the mischievous glint she had in her eye. “You’d better watch that mouth of yours, love. Or instead, I’ll punish you for being a brat.”
“Do brats get punished harder?” she asked, batting her lashes.
When the light turned green, I tapped on the accelerator and glanced over at her once more. “The night you stumbled into Radiant, I didn’t think you’d turn out to have a bratty mouth. I don’t think you understand the extent of what my punishment could look like. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
She playfully crossed her arms and looked through the windshield. “I doubt that.”
A chuckle rumbled through my chest. Little Miss Submissive over here wanted to play games. She’d be punished today, but I would hold back. No matter how much she thought she could take, she wasn’t ready for true punishment.
And as much as I loved listening to her bratty responses, her mouth would be stuffed full with my cock tonight.
After I pulled into the garage underneath the building, I grabbed her hand and guided her toward the entrance of Radiant. She played with a hole in the end of her sweater, nervous. She finally had the confidence to talk back, but she feared the consequences.
As she should.
“After you,” I said, holding the door open.
“What demonstration is today?” she asked, walking beside me to the class.
“You’ll see.”
“Please, can you—”
Before we entered, I grasped her chin in my hand and pressed her against the door, my body against hers. She sucked in a breath and stared up at me, letting me dip my thumb into her mouth.
“Don’t talk back to me,” I ordered, voice steady and strong.
She widened her eyes and didn’t talk back to me the way I’d expected. I dipped more of my thumb into her mouth and let her suck on it as a reward.
“Good girl,” I praised. “I won’t be so hard on you today. And if you’re good”—I pressed my hard cock against her stomach—“maybe I’ll give you a reward after class. Would my girl like that?”
“Y-your girl?” she said on an exhale.
I didn’t know why that had come out of my mouth, but I couldn’t take it back now.
“Would you like that, love?” I repeated.
“Y-yes,” she breathed, pupils dilating. “I would love that.”
“What would you like as a reward?”
Without a beat, she answered, “For you to take a bath with me.”
For a split second, I froze because I hadn’t expected that. She had mentioned that she wanted to care for me after a scene, but I didn’t see that as much of a reward for her. But, I stayed silent and grabbed her hand instead, pulling her into the classroom.
“Welcome to our class today, Throat Fucking 101,” I said, releasing Sierra’s hand and walking to the front of the room. “Tonight, we’ll be learning how to fuck a woman’s throat and how to have your throat trained for cock. Partner up.”
Sierra shifted and scanned the room for a potential partner, as if she was still being that bratty little girl from the car, as if she wanted to test me tonight and act like she didn’t already know that she was mine.
“Sierra,” I called from the front, leaning back against my desk, my fingers curled around the edge and lips turned up into a smirk. “Looks like you have the pleasure of working with me again.”
Instead of putting up a fight or trying to avoid working with me, she swallowed and nodded like the good girl she was and stepped forward. She dropped her gaze to the front of my suit pants and pressed her thighs together.
“No excuses today, Miss Monroe?”
“No, Professor.”
I captured her throat in my hand and tugged her toward me until our lips were centimeters apart and her warm, minty breath was fanning my mouth. “I’d say that you don’t know how hard that makes me for you.” I strummed my fingers against the column of her throat. “But when I’m this far down your throat, you’ll know.”