Page 153 of Wicked Little Secret

My fingers clench in her curls, and I snap it right back.

Roughly. Dominantly.

An immediate reminder I’m in control and she’s yet to be punished.

I crush my lips to hers, the kiss harsh and forceful. My tongue plunges into her mouth to pillage and plunder, taking what I want from her. I’m savoring the sweet taste of her and the addictive supple feel of her lips.

Nyssa grips my shoulder with her free hand as if hoping to push me back.

But she doesn’t. Her fingers clench into the fabric of my shirt and she parts her lipswider. She releases a throaty moan that awakens a possessive instinct inside me and makes me grip her tighter. I kiss her even deeper, establishing that she’s mine and mine only.

My hands undo the buttons on her blouse. My mouth explores the slender column that’s her throat. I push down the straps of her bra and roughly grope her breasts once they’re free. She throws her head back at the sharp tweak I give her nipples.

I play with her breasts just enough to make her tremble against me.

Just enough to have her panting for more, nipples puffy and erect.

“I believe you heard me the first time,” I say, drawing back for a warning glare. “Get on your fucking belly, Miss Oliver. Now.”

The cold, severe tone snaps her into action. She lifts her legs onto the bed and shifts her body until she’s on her hands and knees. Her right arm remains beholden to the leather cuff chained to the bed post.

It takes a little more maneuvering before she’s able to lower herself flat on her stomach, propped up by her elbows.

I let the stillness settle in the air, seconds going by. My gaze roves over her slowly and appreciatively, adding my hand to glide down her bare back. Her skin is smooth and luminescent, inexplicably erotic as my palm charts a path to the little dip at the base of her spine.

Nyssa’s closed her eyes. Her lips remain slightly parted, like she’s secretly enjoying this as much as I am.

If I know my favorite student like I think I do, she is.

“This goes how you want it to go, Miss Oliver,” I saysternly, taking on the same authoritative tone I use in the classroom. I rise up onto my feet and reach over her. My hands slip under her to unbutton the front of her skirt, and then I tug it down her hips and thighs. Her panties meet the same fate, discarded somewhere in the distance once I’ve pulled them off her.

Nyssa Oliver lays before me beautifully naked.

My mouth waters at how perfect and round her bare ass is. I’m tempted to sink my teeth into the curvy flesh and go to town.

Eat her out like she’s never been eaten out before.

’Til she’s withering and coming, and I’m throbbing from a painfully hard dick.

But I tamp down on the urges and focus on what must come first.

“I must say, Miss Oliver, you look so erotic like this. It’s a very big turn on. First things first.” I roll up my sleeves to the elbow and turn toward the desk. It’s as I do that I sense her sneaking a glance. She’s curious what I’m going for. My hands enclose on the medium butt plug and the bottle of lube.

When I turn back toward the bed, I can sense her wariness. She’s done well any time we’ve done anal play, though I know it’s not her favorite.

Tonight isn’t about pleasuring Nyssa. Tonight is about getting her to see reason. Making her understand the truth and the inescapable reality that she’s mine.

We belong together.

“You must really think I’m a monster, don’t you?” I ask, uncapping the lube bottle with a snick. I squirt the lube into the palm of my hand and then begin working it all over. It becomes an impromptu sensuous massage as Ispread it along the tiny puckered hole, between her ass cheeks and pussy.

She’s slick and sopping wet by the time I’m through.

Though not all of it is lube.

My fingers graze her pussy, and I find some moisture there that’s entirely self-lubrication.

Nyssa’s already turned on. She bites down on her bottom lip when I let my thumb rub against her clit. I travel back up toward her puckered hole, slipping my thumb inside there instead. She turns her head to the other side as if to mask her reaction.

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