He pulls his hand away.
“Get the fuck off me—….”
He slaps his hand over my mouth again, growling to himself about spoiled brats. He has something next to the couch. A bag. He was prepared for this. He’s had all day to think about what he's going to do to me. Apparently he didn't waste a minute of it.
I feel something big and rubbery pressing at my lips.
“Open,” he insists, but obviously I'm not going to open my mouth and let him gag me. Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m calling my father as soon as I can get away from him and he's going to fucking die. They're going to cut him up while he's still alive.
“Open,” he repeats, and this time, he slaps my ass. Hard.
The shock of it makes my jaw drop and he slips the gag into my mouth, fastening it behind my head with the touch of a man who seems to have done this before. The gag is one humiliating intrusion, but it’s the slap on my ass that really has my attention. That fucking hurt. My skirt has ridden up, but I've still got my underwear on. It did literally nothing to save me.
The shock of being spanked, just that one time, has brought tears to my eyes. I’m not crying. I swear I’m not crying, but my eyes are watering and I can't help sniffing them away. I’m surprised when he doesn’t keep spanking, but instead nudges me off his lap, keeping one hand in my hair so I can't stand, but I end up fucking kneeling on the ground between his long legs, looking up at him with a tearful gaze. What the fuck is happening to me?
Professor Caprio looks down at me with a composed expression, and damn, he’s sexy when he’s angry, his eyes all glittering dark, his jaw tight beneath stubble. I can see the weight of an almost endless tragedy focused on me, and more besides.
He's completely in control now, and he knows it. His hand is still locked in my hair, making it impossible to move, and the gag means I can’t speak either. I suddenly feel very, very small, and quite scared. There’s so much intensity in his mature gaze. He was angry when I doused him with water. Now he's triumphant, but that doesn't seem to make him happy.
He uses the thumb of his free hand to brush the tears away.
“I told you that you were going to cry for me, princess,” he drawls dangerously. "You're a spoiled little brat. You don’t know what discipline is. That's the first lesson you’re going to learn tonight.”
Oh fuck. I don't know who this guy is, but he doesn’t treat me with the deference most of my father’s men treat me with. I grew up doing what I wanted to the made men surrounding my father. They never did a thing to me, no matter what I said to them, or how I acted. Professor Caprio has already broken every unspoken rule I thought there was. There’s no way my father would ever tolerate this happening to me.
“Now, are you going to be quiet? Or are you going to have a very sore jaw from keeping that gag in all night?”
I nod quickly, hoping he will take mercy on me. To my surprise, he loosens the gag and lets it fall around my neck. I feel the heavy wet warmth of the ball against my collarbone. Before I can speak, he lets the tip of his tear-wet thumb press over my lips, sinking it into my mouth like a pacifier, and I suckle out of instinct, my lips closing around his thumb. I desperately need comfort. I'm confused. My right cheek is still stinging where he spanked me, and I’m pretty sure he's going to do it again.
“See, there is a softer side to you, isn't there, Mia? I’m going to bring the good little girl out of you.”
I don't want him to spank me. I don’t want to feel pain. I don't want to be sore, or sorry. I look up at him with my most earnest, pleading expression. He could do anything to me. I let my tongue graze the underside of his thumb suggestively. Men always want one thing. I don't think this one is any different. Maybe I can distract him from whatever he has planned.
He lets out a grunting sound and pushes his thumb a little deeper into my mouth. “Fuck,” he growls. “You are a hot little thing, aren't you?”
It’s working. I’m seducing him. I’ve never been with a man before, not all the way. He's hot. Everybody knows it. And he looks at me with a smoldering intensity which makes that secret place between my legs get all tight with anticipation.
I want to avoid the spanking. He was right in class. I don't know how to take pain, and I don't like it. He can have my body. He can fuck me if he wants, but I want to come out of this in control.
“Please,” I whisper. “Do anything to me. Just don't spank me.”
His brow lifts and he looks down at me with a sudden sternness, the raw lust drifting away to be replaced with an energy which makes my stomach go into knots.
“You’d rather give me your virginity than take the spanking you know you deserve?”
“Uhm… yes?”
He tugs my head back, looking down into my eyes with a hooded gaze. “You’d do anything to avoid getting what you deserve, wouldn’t you, Mia. It's in your blood. You’d sell your body to me if it meant you weren't punished. Silly little girl. Don't you know?”
“What…” I whisper.
“Sex can be just as punishing.”
“Oh…” My heart thumps at the insinuation, and hell, I wanna know what punishing sex is like.
“You’re so damn innocent," he says. “So damn young. Eighteen. Just a goddamn baby.”
I kneel in place quietly, seeing the war inside him. If I wasn't my father's daughter, I’m certain he would already have taken what he wants from me. My virginity would already be a distant memory. But I’m not some college bimbo begging a professor for a grade. I’m Russo’s daughter, and that fact stands between us as much as it pulls us together.
“I’m not a baby,” I tell him. “I’m a woman.”
His expression changes in some unfathomable way. “You’re a spoiled little girl living in your father’s world.”
“I’m trying to be free of that,” I say, feeling my pride sting. “But you followed me here. You won’t let me be free.”
"And you’ve acted like a petulant little teenager every step of the way. So you’re going to be spanked like one."
“No!” I gasp the word as he pulls me back up over his lap. “Please, Professor Caprio, please don't spank me. Please.”
I can feel his thighs beneath me, the strength of his body all around me. This is no longer my choice but his. I know I've pushed him. Taunted him. Fucked with him. But I’m already crying, real tears coursing down my face. I’m scared of pain. I'm scared of him. I did what I did because I never actually thought anything would happen to me.
“I don't wanna spanking,” I beg, sounding every inch the spoiled little girl he said I was. “Please…”
Chapter 6
Enzo
I came tonight ready to punish. Angry, thirsty for vengeance, having feasted on the vision of her kicking and helpless over my knee since early this morning. She had a taste of discipline once at my hands, but it wasn’t enough.
I kept my cool after she doused me with her damn water. Let her walk out with that goddamn smirk on her face, sashaying out of my classroom, swaying her hips as if taunting me to come and get her. I took off my shirt, wiped my face down, stood in the classroom in a t-shirt and called Emilio. Half an hour later I was dressed in dry clothes, welcoming my next class in and plotting my revenge.