“No, Professor.”
“Very good.”
David released her and took a step back. Tessa quickly stripped off her shirt but hesitated when she reached around behind her back for the fastening of her bra.
“Hesitating in hopes of earning a punishment?” he asked with that same disappointed and commanding teacher voice.
Why did she find that so hot? Oh, because she was kinky as fuck and David was her Professor Hottie.
Professor. Damn it. That word did things to her and they’d barely even started.
“If you need to be bent over my desk and have a ruler taken to your ass to improve your performance, I’m more than happy to facilitate your learning in that manner.” David crossed his arms. “But I won’t be manipulated into doing it. Finish taking off your clothes and go stand at the post.” He pointed to the bedpost closest to her.
Tessa unhooked her bra and stripped it off, tossing it aside. She straightened her shoulders, prepared for him to look her over. She was in good shape—she had to be—but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have her self-conscious moments, especially being naked in front of someone for the first time. Especially when that someone was too gorgeous for words.
But David wasn’t looking at her. He’d turned away and was shuffling through the bag he’d carried with him the whole trip, which was on the dresser against the far wall. He pulled out a piece of paper and started reading it. Was he seriously getting distracted while she was standing here naked?
Outrage, and a little bit of hurt, flooded her. And yet at the same time it was almost…endearing—in a very irritating way—that her professor could get distracted in the middle of a BDSM scene. She stood for a moment, her emotions cycling. In the end outrage won.
She eyed the chair, considered throwing it at him. No, breaking the client was bad business. Maybe she should punch him. Big Tag would understand.
She took a step toward him, and David whirled, as if he’d been waiting for her to move.
He raised a brow, glancing from her to the bedpost. The step she’d taken had been away from the bed, not toward it.
Shit.
“Tessa, your inability to follow simple instructions doesn’t bode well.”
“A trap?” She gestured to the dresser. “Trick me into disobeying so you can spank me?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m down for a spanking, clearly. You don’t need to trick me into it.”
His jaw tightened, eyes going hard. “Rest assured that if I want to spank you, or if you need to be spanked, I will—”
The brat that lived inside her welled up. She’d been taking this way too seriously. “Said that before. Promises, promises, Professor.”
“—put you over my knee, the chair, the dresser, the bed…”
Her breath caught as he stalked forward. He held the piece of paper in one hand and a necktie in the other.
“But that was not a trick.” He gestured toward the pack. “I went to get my list.”
For each step he took she retreated, until she backed into the bedpost, the hard wood colliding with her backside. “List?”
“Yes. While you were out listening in on the kitchen staff, I was making a list.”
Tessa eyed him. Had he been prepping and planning for their scene? Had he sat in this room and carefully plotted out all the things he wanted to do to her? Damn it, that was hot. She could still save this. She bit her bottom lip and gave him her widest-eyed look. “What’s on your list, Professor?”
“It’s a quick outline of my study.”
“Your study?” Her brain was addled by the sight of the tie in his hand.
“Yes, Tessa. Like I explained before, I’m going to study you. If you let me, I’ll study you all week long.” He held up the piece of paper, and she got only a glimpse of a few words before he tossed it so it fluttered down onto the bed behind her.
Nipple play preferences? Pinch, twist, pull, suck, flick, abrade.
How many fingers can she comfortably take in her ass?
The idea of having David working his fingers into her ass was so hot she was light-headed with need. Tessa licked her lips. “David, no more playing around. Fuck me.”
She reached for him, prepared to use that takedown move she’d been considering earlier to get him on the bed.
But he was fast—faster than she thought he had any right to be. He grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head, backs of her hands against the bedpost. He wrapped the tie around both wrists and the bedpost, securing them. It wasn’t enough to actually restrain her…at least it wasn’t until he added his belt.
When he whipped his belt from his pants, she froze. He smirked and ran the cool metal buckle over her nipples. Tessa hissed out a breath and arched her back.
“I don’t have proper cuffs, so using the tie in conjunction with the belt, to be sure I don’t put pressure on your nerves, will have to be enough.” He climbed on the bed behind her, kneeling and wrapping the belt over her wrists and the post, buckling it in place. The bondage was still loose enough that she could get out if she wanted to, and the fact that he knew better than to try and use the belt by itself due to the physical risks it could pose told her everything she needed to know about the quality of training at The Club.
She expected him to get off the bed and come around to face her once she was bound, but his hands slid around her from behind. Broad, warm palms cupped her waist, then moved north along her sides. His fingertips brushed the outer curves of her breasts, and all she could think about was what she’d seen written on that piece of paper. The things he was planning to do to her. In particular her nipples.
“I think I’ll start my study here. At these lovely breasts.” He cupped them, lifting with a gentle reverence that reminded her of the way he’d looked at her earlier. As if she was some precious piece of art or an artifact to be treasured. Some fascinating work he wanted to study, to understand.
His thumbs flicked her nipples, and she was so ready, so needy, that she cried out.
“Pleasure or pain?” He whispered the question against her ear.
“Pleasure.” She could barely breathe. “I’m so fucking turned on.” She arched her back. “Professor, please…”
David gently grasped each nipple, applying enough pressure to hold them. “Please hurt you? Play with you? Fuck you?”
“Everything. Give me everything.” She was past the point of arguing with herself. She was going down this particular rabbit hole, and she wasn’t going to be able to turn back. When they got home, when the job was over, she would be able to go on with her life, but for now she wanted to belong to him in these dark hours. They had six nights together. Why shouldn’t she spend them with him? Study him the way he was studying her?
His fingers clamped down on her nipples, a vicious pinch as tight as any clamp. Tessa moaned and arched up into his hands, needing, wanting, more. He released her and she cried out in protest, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he jumped off the bed and when he faced her, there were spots of color high on his cheeks, his eyes glittering with a need that matched her own. It was good to see that desire stamped on his handsome face, to know she wasn’t alone in this.
He reached out, caressing her breasts, squeezing them gently, and then contrasted that sweet touch with a vicious flick to her nipples, hard enough to have her up on her toes. Hard enough to send a straight line of desire to her pussy. She was wetter than she could ever remember being, could smell the musk of her own arousal.