27

Oakley.
I flex my chest muscles, stretching out my back, as I watch the clock’s hand strike one o’clock in the afternoon.
Time for my lesson with Eva.
My fingers drum impatiently on the desk as I wait for her to arrive. Eva has been late for every one of our discipline sessions since we started just over two weeks ago, and it doesn’t matter how much I try to instill that fear in her. She will not bend to my will.
She’s stronger than expected. Every time I punish her, I come that much closer to snapping the line I have on my control. It’s as if she’s trying to taunt the beast to come out to play. After our first session, I assumed she may have worn more discreet underwear, but she wears the same skimpy little thongs each time.
After yesterday’s in the chapel and then in the corridor, I fear she may not turn up. The fear in her eyes was as real as I’ve ever seen it, and it made me sick to my stomach. I’m a sick son of a bitch, and I know it.
I’ve made her attend discipline class every day, even on weekend, because I have a twisted need to touch her daily and inflict pain on her as I watch her panties get wet. I affect her as much as she affects me, but the question is, what the fuck am I going to do about it?
The big hand moves to two minutes past, and I clench my jaw. Yesterday, Eva forced me to find her in her dorm room, but I know she’s up and somewhere in this school now. She had two classes this morning. If she keeps pushing the boundaries, I’ll snap.
Sweet, innocent Eva doesn’t want the beast that lurks behind the man. After her mother and father were through with destroying me, the darkness I’d tried to contain ruled me for the first few years-darkness I now have tenuous control over.
I reach for the ruler in the drawer of my desk, but instead of pulling it out, my fingers skate over the leather riding crop I brought in here the day after I spanked Eva for the first time. A more sensual implement, but one I think I need to use on Eva. Her lack of progress means I need to be harsher with her, as she knows what I want to hear, but she won’t break.
Forcing her to clean the floors was perhaps even less effective. The determination in her eyes was even fiercer afterward.
The large hand hits ten past, and I stand, pacing the floor.
Who the fuck does she think she is playing with?
If she isn’t here in one minute, I’m going to search the school for her, and when I find her, I will drag her by her neck right to this room and make her wish that she’d never disobeyed me.
I open the door, barreling out of it, only to smash straight into Eva. The impact knocks her to the floor as she winces.
Shit.
“Eva, are you okay?” I ask, kneeling next to her. The building rage inside me twists to a slight simmer in the background.
She looks a little stunned for a moment before nodding. “Yes, sorry, were you going somewhere?”
I stand and hold out a hand for her to take, not answering her question.
She looks hesitant, and that fear I saw yesterday remains as she takes it and allows me to pull her to her feet.
“Inside, now,” I order.
Her eyes flash at the sudden authoritative tone of my voice, but she doesn’t throw back a retort, passing me and heading into my office.
Once the door is shut, she says, “Well, you’ve already bruised my ass today, so it looks like I’m off the hook.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Not even close.” I glance at the clock. “You were over ten minutes late. This insubordination is becoming tiring, Eva.”
She tilts her head, brow furrowing. “Were you coming to find me, Oak?” she asks, a flirtatious tone to her voice, as if she isn’t scared about the way I treated her yesterday.
Over the past two weeks, she slipped easily into using my first name. I enjoyed it at first as using it made her squirm, but now it sounds natural and not as entertaining. Surely she isn’t stupid enough to push the subject again, not after I lost it with her.
“Bend over, Eva,” I order.
Her nostrils flare, and a flicker of amusement enters her brilliant hazel eyes as she walks toward the desk and slowly bends at the waist, hiking her skirt up.
A deep growl rumbles through my chest when I see her perfect little pussy bear for me. I squeeze my erection, feeling so uncomfortable as my cock lengthens. “No thong today, Eva?” I ask.
Eva glances over her shoulder. “You’ve already seen me buck naked.” She shrugs her shoulder. “What’s the point? It’s more comfortable, anyway.”
I can’t contain my desire as I step toward her. “Perhaps this is your way of admitting the truth. Tell me what I want to hear, and this all ends now.”
Eva shakes her head. “I’m a virgin who hasn’t kissed a boy, let alone a man.”
I groan, finding it almost impossible to believe that Eva is that innocent, that untouched. “Don’t lie to me,” I say, but my voice sounds strangled.
“Never,” she murmurs.
I feel the reins on my self-control slip as I move closer before spanking her bare ass cheek with my hand and then massaging the skin. “Such a dirty girl,” I say.
Eva moans softly, arching her back in invitation.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
Is Eva were like her parents, she would have lied to me long ago. No matter what I do to her, she stays firm in her conviction, which only makes me want her more. “Never,” she rasps, but that fierce tone is laced with lust.
It takes every ounce of control not to slide my fingers through her bare pussy. Instead, I reach for the riding crop and lash her ass with it hard.
Eva yelps, her hips rising from the desk. “What the fuck was-”
I strike her again and again until she’s panting and whimpering. It’s the only way I know how to stop myself from touching her, making her mine. None of this was part of the plan to destroy her family.
I should throw her to Archer and be done with it, but the mere thought makes the darkness rise to my surface, threatening to tear apart all that I’ve worked for.
“Tell me, Eva.” I set the riding crop down and gently massage her welted ass with the palm of my hand, shutting my eyes at the soft feel of her skin against my rough hands.
Eva whimpers softly before shaking her head. “When will you accept I’ve been telling the truth from the start?” She glances over her shoulder at me, a mix of anguish and longing in her eyes. “The only man that has ever seen me this naked is you.”
I growl softly, parting her ass cheeks to get a better view of her virgin cunt. “Is that right, baby girl?” I ask, the nickname escaping me before I can stop it.
A strangled moan escapes her lips. “Yes,” she breathes, her thighs trembling. “Only you.” Wetness dampens her inner thighs, as I know she’s been anticipating this moment as much as I have.