Blaine
I crack my neck as I stare at the student standing in front of me.
It’s been one week without so much as a flirtatious glance from Azira Sidorov. I was convinced that my refusal to show her just how depraved I can be was the final nail in the coffin, so to speak. I had fully believed that she’d given up her pursuit of me, even if I couldn’t stop the fantasies running wild in my head. It was best that way.
I couldn’t deny that I’d missed her sexy gazes and the way she stared at me as if she wanted me to drag her into my basement and give her my cock, amongst other things.
She’d endured two very different punishments from me, both of which she appeared to enjoy. The second went beyond the realms that I’ve ever used for punishing a student, but that’s because my savage corporal punishment that she endured was so pleasurable she climaxed. And yet she was the same dirty little girl, rubbing her thighs together while I treated her like a pet.
Clearly I was wrong that I put her off as she stands in front of me, jabbering on about Oak, sending her for punishment.
“What did you do this time?” I ask, clenching my fists beneath the table.
She bites her bottom lip. “He caught me doing the anatomy assignment in law class.”
Adds insult to injury that she was doing an assignment for my fucking class in Oak’s class. I stand and pace the floor of the office, racking my brain about how I’m supposed to punish her when two of my options failed spectacularly the first time around.
There’s no way in hell I can drag her back down into my basement, as I know I’ll do something that I’ll regret, particularly if she can’t control herself and climaxes again.
I stop pacing and glare at her. “Well, corporal punishment wasn’t really a punishment for you and neither was degredation.” I run a hand through my hair. “You said it yourself, that you’re not sure anything I do to you would be a punishment, so what can I do?” It takes every ounce of willpower that I possess not to drag her back into my basement and have my wicked way with her. “How do I punish you, Azira?”
She shrugs. “I guess the pain was punishment in the end, since you left me bruised for days.”
Hearing that I left my mark on her for days makes all the blood in my body rush south, as I slide my hands into my pockets to hide my bulging arousal. The desire to have seen those bruises makes my stomach tighten, and I want to mark her skin again just so I can witness the aftermath.
“I still have a scar from the cut on my back.” She shakes her head. “I couldn’t swim for almost a week, so it was a kind of punishment.”
I walk toward her, wanting nothing more than to observe the damage I did to her beautiful skin. “Yes, but you enjoyed it a little too much, didn’t you?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and she can hardly meet my gaze. “I’m not sure I understand your meaning, sir.” Her face turns a pretty shade of pink.
I grab her chin hard, forcing her to look into my eyes. “Don’t lie to me. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Azira.”
Her nostrils flare, and fear ignites in her eyes as she shakes her head. “I-I don’t-”
The fact she’s playing dumb with me grates on my last nerve. “You climaxed like a dirty little pain slut from getting your back whipped,” I growl. “And when I treated you no better than an animal, you were rubbing your thighs together, chasing that same fucking release.”
Her eyes widen and she gasps in surprise. “Sir, I…” She’s speechless as she doesn’t finish her sentence, and to be honest, I don’t blame her. I’ve lost control and I’m on the edge of snapping and showing her the true monster she’s toying with. All the dark and dirty secrets I harbor deep within.
“What, Azira?” I search her honey brown eyes. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
Her throat bobs, and then she shakes her head. “You’re not wrong.”
“Then how can I punish you when you take pleasure from pain and degredation?”
She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around her as if they’ll protect her from me. “I don’t know, sir.”
My jaw clenches and I have to remind myself that I’m dealing with a virgin. An innocent, young girl who couldn’t imagine how depraved I really am, even if she let her mind run wild. I release her chin, pacing away from her to put some distance between us and get control over my urges. If I’m not careful, this could spiral out of control.
“How about denial?” I ask, glancing at her over my shoulder. “Or do you like that too?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know what it is, sir.”
My cock throbs harder every time she calls me sir. “On your hand and knees, Sidorov.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t understand.”
“Now,” I snap.
Azira drops to her hands and knees for me in a hurry, eye dilated with both fear and excitement. In that moment, with her on all fours in front of me and her eyes trained on my face again, I feel like a God. I wish that she was wearing her sports kit like the day I took her into my basement, as the SA uniform for the girls is too conservative.
The skirt is too long, and she has her shirt buttoned almost all the way up, and yet she still looks as sexy as sin. I pull my desk chair around to the other side of the desk and sit with my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at her as she gazes up at me through those thick, dark lashes. Her confidence waning with each silent second that ticks past.
“Are you going to treat me like a pet again, sir?” she finally asks, her tongue darting out over her thick, pink lips.
“Something like that.” I narrow my eyes. “You are going to do as you’re told. Do you understand?”
She swallows thickly and then breaks my gaze, unable to hold it any longer. “Yes, sir.”
I clear my throat. “Now crawl toward me like the other day.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she arches a brow. “Why?”
“No questions,” I growl.
Her face pales at the tone of my voice. I’m on edge. The beast inside of me fighting to break free.
She slowly and sensuously crawls toward me with her eyes fixed on my face. Even when she’s scared and uncertain, the girl just oozes pure sex appeal. It makes it very hard to organize my chaotic thoughts and keep my mind out of the gutter. The things I want to do to her should be illegal. In fact, they may be.
It’s not the morals of it that are holding me back, as I hardly have any. My other colleagues don’t give a shit about fucking students, and neither do I. To be honest, until now I’ve never really wanted to. The thing holding me back is that Azira is a virgin and innocent and likely to become attached if our relationship took a sexual turn. She’s hoping that an outcome like Eva and Oak have achieved is possible, and I could never give her that.