Page 102 of Wicked Little Secret

Professor Adler’s dark, brooding gaze meets mine for the briefest second, a telepathic connection existing between only us, before he looks away and finally starts his class introduction.

A little sigh puffs out of me. Both frustrated and aroused, I flip to the page in the textbook we’ll be covering today.

Every minute turns into its own eternity.

Where I’d usually be thoroughly engaged and following every word, my head’s polluted with thoughts of Professor Adler. I’m recalling what it felt like to have his thick fingers knuckle deep in my pussy andhow he’d slammed the wooden paddle into my ass as he made me answer his questions.

My imagination blooms into thoughts about what could possibly come after this class.

I lick my lips and notice how I immediately draw his attention. He goes from lecturing the class, practicing steady eye contact around the room, to his gaze snapping straight to mine the instant my tongue makes a brief appearance.

A subtle little moment that, again, no one else notices, but it means everything to me.

It’s the awareness of the power I hold.

He may have punished me—the plug buried deep in my ass is proof of that—but I can punish him too.

I wield a unique power over him that no one else does.

The room retreats into studious silence as Professor Adler issues a reading and essay assignment. He returns to his desk to recollect himself, the muscles in his jaw pulled tight. He’s barely composed enough to make it through this class.

Something tells me he’s giving his all to stave off an erection. He’s doing his damnedest to keep himself together.

I decide to make it that much harder.

I cross my legs and arch my back, sitting up like a sultry siren at my desk. At the first hint of movement, his attention’s snapping back to me again. He noticed in his periphery and immediately shifts his gaze to me from across the room.

My lips form a pouty line while I hold him hostage with my sultry, low-lidded stare.

Any thoughts about what others will think—or say if they notice—go out the window.

My fingers drum against the top of my desk ’til I slide them underneath. Professor Adler’s gaze dips right along with me. I let my hand rest on the inside of my thigh,dangerouslyclose to the hem of my skirt…

His jaw squares from how hard he’s biting down. His hands ball into fists and his already brooding glare darkens to new levels.

My pussy quivers at the thought of how angry and aroused he is.

He won’t even step out from behind his desk now…

I smirk at him in challenge, uncrossing my legs to spread out. My fingers gently trail up my bare thigh ’til they’re disappearing under my skirt.

Heat splotches his neck and reddens his ears. He slams both hands down on his desk, making students jump in alarm.

“Class is ending early today,” he announces in a booming voice. “Gather your things, finish the reading and essay assignment on your own, and be prepared to speak to it next class.”

When no one moves, shock pinging through everyone in the room at the abrupt dismissal, Professor Adler thrusts a finger at the door.

“NOW!” he barks. “Get your things and go! Class is ending early today. Only today.”

The room goes from completely stunned and still to a flurry of movement. Two dozen students quickly jam their books and laptops into their bookbags and practically run each other over making it to the door.

I’ve sat up straight again, removing my hand from down below, trying to pretend I’m as shocked as everyone else.

Heather nudges me. “Coming? Early dismissal? Let’s go shopping.”

“Can’t,” I say. “I have a thing with my art group. Sorry.”

Heather seems vaguely disappointed until she notices Claude Wesley on his way out and she scurries after him.

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