12

Blaine.
“Kneel.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t question me. I’ve never met such a naturally submissive girl in all my life. Whether it’s in her nature or born from her desperate need to please me, I don’t know, and I don’t really care.
“I’m going to put this collar on you.” I wrap the leather strap around her neck and fasten it and then attach the leash to the collar. “For this period, you are going to be my little pet. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Sir,” I bark.
She swallows hard. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, now I want you to get on your hands and knees next to me facing the classroom, so I can use you as a footrest.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but she does as she’s told. I groan when I see her on all fours, feeling my cock getting harder by the second. Removing my shoes, I slide my feet onto her back and use her as a human piece of furniture.
“I don’t expect you to move a muscle until I say you can move. Do you understand?”
She shudders slightly at the tone of my voice. “Yes.”
I grind my teeth. “Yes, what?”
“Sir,” she murmurs.
My cock throbs incessantly against my thigh, and I rub myself to stave off the desire to pull it out. After all, she’s facing away from me. I can’t be sure though if she can see what I’m doing out of the corner of her eye.
I grab a magazine off the desk and open it, thumbing through it casually as an awkward silence ensues. That’s when I realize I’ve left the newest edition on the bookshelf by the door, and this is the old one. “Azira, I want you to fetch a magazine off that bookshelf.” I pull my feet off of her.
She moves to stand.
“On all fours.”
Her wide eyes move to my face as if trying to gauge if I’m being serious. “Okay.”
She crawls away from me on her hands and knees with the leash trailing behind her and I damn near lose my mind. Even in the less than sexy SA uniform with the too long skirt, she’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen.
Her hips sway in a tempting rhythm as she moves across the dirty classroom floor. Whether on purpose or not, I’m uncertain. Either way, it makes my cock throb as I grab it and rub myself through my pants, trying to give myself some relief.
She has to get out of her kneeling position to reach the magazine as she grabs it off the shelf, but then looks puzzled how to carry it and crawl. I notice her glance toward me for instruction.
“Carry it in your mouth.”
She places the magazine between her teeth and then crawls back toward me, eyes fixed on mine now. As if she’s suddenly found the courage from somewhere to be alluring again. It’s when I notice the way she moves, each time her thighs rub together purposely.
Dirty little girl.
She’s enjoying this, just like the pain. A masochist who loves being degraded. Perhaps I’ve finally met my match. Once she gets back to my side, she waits for me to take the paper.
I tap my hands against my lap. “Bring it right to me, Azira.”
Her nostrils flare as she glances at my bulging crotch, cheeks getting redder again. And then she moves forward until her chin is practically touching my knees and the magazine is splayed out on top of my lap.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
The flash of desire in her eyes is unmissable as she rubs her thighs together again.
“Back in position.”
She does as she’s told and gets back into the same position, allowing me to slide my feet onto her back. And that’s when I notice the soft, rhythmic movements as she rubs her thighs together in the chase of pleasure.
“No moving,” I bark, knowing I can’t let her have pleasure this time. It’s a punishment, not a fucking reward, but I’m thinking that there is no way to punish Azira Sidorov.
She stills, but the frustration in her expression is clear as she glares back at me.
“And don’t look at your master like that.”
She turns her head, so she’s looking straight ahead and I flick open the magazine, thumbing through it casually. For a good thirty minutes, I keep her in that position, noticing the way her arms tremble as she struggles to hold herself up with the weight of my legs.
I clear my throat and remove my feet. “I think that’ll do for now, Miss Sidorov.” I reach forward and undo the collar around her neck, allowing my fingers to brush against her soft skin.
She gasps at the contact, and I feel the sound right to my balls. It’s a sound of pure desire as I let them linger a little longer, before finally pulling the leather away from her skin. “Tell me, Azira, which punishment was worse?”
“Sir?” she asks, looking a little dazed as stretches her arms out.
“The pain or the degredation?”
Her tongue slides over her full bottom lip, and she looks worried, as if she might say the wrong thing.
“There’s no right or wrong answer to the question,” I confirm.
“It’s hard to say. They were both equally confusing.”
I arch a brow. “Confusing?” I want her to elaborate, even though I know she means they were both sexually confusing. It gives me pleasure watching her squirm in discomfort. “How?”
“Neither really felt like a punishment,” she whispers, her voice so delicate.
My cock aches in my pants at her confirmation. “Then how am I supposed to punish you, Miss Sidorov?”
She shrugs. “I’m not sure anything you do to me would be a punishment, sir.” That light is back in her eyes and it’s dangerous.
Dangerous because all I really want to do is drag her into the basement, strip her down completely and flog her until she climaxes and there’s blood dripping down her tan skin. And only then would I bury myself inside of her, make her scream my name while she comes all over my cock, her blood smeared over the both of us. The idea makes my cock harder than stone, but I must resist.
“Very difficult to believe.” I run a hand across the back of my neck, knowing this conversation is getting into dangerous territory. “You haven’t seen the tip of the fucking ice-berg of my depravity.”
She shudders in response. “Will you show me, sir?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Miss Sidorov.” I swallow hard and chuck the collar and leash still in my hand on the desk. “Now, get to your next class.”
The disappointment in her eyes is as clear as a summer’s night sky. I swallow hard, knowing that if she keeps looking at me like that, I’ll crack. I’ll show her what makes a sadist like me tick, which is dangerous. The darkness inside of me needs to be fed a little but kept on a tight leash, and I fear the control I keep on it will be ripped to shreds if I ever cross that line with Azira.
She could end up hurt or worse.
When she doesn’t move, I narrow my eyes. “Now, Sidorov.”
She rushes over to her desk to grab her bag, quickly gathering her belongings. I watch her, because it appears I’m incapable of keeping my eyes off of her. And then she strolls out of the room without another glance in my direction.
I sigh heavily and shut my eyes, cracking my neck. Azira Sidorov is becoming a thorn in my backside that is getting more and more difficult to ignore. If she keeps pushing me, I’ll snap, and then the real trouble will start.