Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“You should go back to the airport and go back home,” I tell her. “You can still make classes in the morning if you do.”
She looks crestfallen. Not only has she not gotten the satisfaction of the public confrontation she imagined, seeing me shaken and having some come to Jesus moment, instead she is now questioning herself even more deeply. So what will she do? Turn tail and skulk out of here? Or will she try to have the fight she so deeply needs to have and get herself in real trouble?
The choice is an illusion of course. I won’t let her walk out of here. Not now. I want those quivering lips wrapped around my cock as she kneels in front of me. I want to fuck her in the most dominating ways, reveling in the power I have over her—a power that only grows the more she tries to resist. Comparisons to spiders and webs are often trite, but in this case, entirely accurate.
“You interfered with my family,” she says.
Oh, she’s decided to argue. Cute.
“I did?”
“The scholarship to a fucking military school, Samuel?”
I don’t like hearing her use my first name like that. She’s never done it before. It has the tone of a shrew housewife berating a husband, and it pricks at my ego in a way that flares anger. She’s done it by mistake, in a sense. I don’t think she wants to provoke me. She wants me to hear her anger and sympathize with it, unaware that the anger is the point. The emotion is the entire meal for me.
I grip her by the chin, holding her firmly in place as I look down into her eyes. “When you speak to me, you address me as Doctor Rollins, or Sir,” I say.
She smirks. Infuriating little thing.
“I’m not calling you either of those things,” she declares rebelliously. “You don’t deserve a title.”
That was rude and bold. Rudeness will be punished. Boldness will be crushed.
I drag her to the bathroom while she protests. She can yelp and whine all she wants. She can scream if she desires. I choose hotels very carefully for their relative privacy. This one has excellent soundproofing so guests are not bothered by activities taking place in other rooms. There could be dozens of coeds being punished in each of these suites and none of us would be the wiser. The thought makes my cock tingle.
Once in the bathroom, I smack her ass hard several times and while her mouth is open from the pained sounds she likes to make in protest, I take a sliver of soap from the sink and slip it onto her tongue, one hand at the back of her neck, controlling her head, the other two fingers on the soap to ensure she doesn’t accidentally swallow or choke on it. I have to take good care of my rebellious little pet, even when she is being punished.
“Let’s discuss matters while this punishment takes effect,” I say, my tone still even and calm. There is no need to get loud with Laura. That would frighten her in a way that would shut her down, and I do not want her shut down.
“I offered your brother a place in the world that will suit him. I reviewed his file, Laura. He’s a little shit. You think he’s bullied. But the documented incidents I saw indicated a pattern of incitement. Rather like his older sister, he acts out until someone does something. I’m doing something to you now, Laura. Are you going to learn?”
There is a delicious look in her eyes of fear, loathing, rebellion—and a creeping respect that I know will turn to submission soon enough.
I pull the soap out of her mouth.
“Fuck you,” she says.
I put the soap back in, enjoying the way she splutters with rage. My cock is rock fucking hard right now. This evening was supposed to be dedicated to catching up on some reading, but she has made it infinitely more enjoyable. I drop a kiss on her forehead as I feel a surge of gratitude for her wild behavior that has put her well and truly at my mercy,
The kiss settles her. I feel some of the fight going out of her. I move the soap again.
“Before you speak,” I warn her. “You are going to be punished tonight one way or another. But what you say next determines how bad it is going to be.”
I feel her tremble in my grasp. Could be fear, but I think it is anticipation.
“Fuck you… Sir,” she says.
I have to keep myself from laughing with delight at the absolute gift she just gave me.
“Naughty girl,” I chide. “I was going to let you wash your mouth out before I fucked you, but now I think you can keep that soapy mouth.”