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“Okay, would you like a drink?” I ask, suddenly feeling awkward and like I might be missing something.

“I’d love one.”

Carl reaches out and takes my elbow, but I quickly tuck my arm tightly against my side so he has to let go. I brush it off by leading him to the den while everyone else slowly follows behind.

Now I’m beginning to realize what’s happening. All the small mentions about marriage here and there over the past few months start adding up.

This is a setup, and it feels oh so wrong.

Chapter Six

CALLUM

“You’re late.” I’m standing in front of my desk with my arms crossed over my chest as Tinsley walks in four minutes late.

“But—”

“No excuses.” I point to my desk and wait for her to follow the rules.

“Yes, sir,” she says quietly, but there’s no mischievous blush like yesterday.

She’s almost emotionless as she walks to my desk, reaches under her skirt, and deposits her panties on my desk. After she’s finished, she turns around, awaiting her instructions.

Seems like my princess might need a little push today. “When you were late yesterday, the price of your tardiness was your panties.”

Tinsley looks back at my desk like she needs to make sure she just left them there. “Sir, I did what you told me to do.”

“I told you yesterday that when you come to work unprepared you lose an article of clothing. I didn’t specify it would be the same article of clothing over and over. It’s cumulative, Miss Moore. Much like my time that you continue to use up with your tardiness.” I take a step toward her. “Every day an additional item of clothing will be removed until you learn to respect my rules.”

I tower over her as she looks up at me through her lashes.

“Do not make me ask again.”

She sucks in a breath, and then I see the beautiful flush of her cheeks as she reaches for the front of her shirt. “Yes, sir.”

I can’t look away as she easily unbuttons her uniform shirt and slips it off her shoulders. To her credit, she doesn’t try to cover her body or hide it from me as she reaches her hand out and places it on my desk.

“Good girl.” My voice is husky as I stare down at her, the swell of her full breasts pushing against the simple cotton of her bra. Her tight nipples strain against the material, and I wish I could trace my knuckles over them.

“Thank you, sir.”

Fuck me, she’s going to make me cum in my pants like a teenager. “Do you have your laptop?”

“Yes, sir.” She reaches into her bag and takes it out. “I had it open last night like you instructed.”

“Excellent.” Although I know she did, because that’s how I watched her. I made sure that the camera in her laptop was linked to me. “Let’s begin.”

Today, I pulled her chair closer so that it’s beside my desk instead of in front of it. She’s facing me, but now there’s nothing between us. I wanted to enjoy the sight of her even if it means I can’t rub my cock while I do it.

When I point to the chair, she follows my wordless command and quickly sits down. I take my time walking around my desk before I pick up her shirt and carry it to the coat rack. I hang it up to make sure it stays neat and pressed before I go back to my desk and pick up her panties.

She watches me with bated breath as I pick them up and open my desk drawer. Her eyes follow them as I drop them inside and then close the drawer, leaving them there. For now. If she noticed that the pair from yesterday are gone, she doesn’t say anything.

They are on my bedside table at home covered in my cum. I held them to my face and inhaled the scent of her pussy while I watched her on the laptop. Eventually that wasn’t enough, so I wrapped them around my cock and jerked off into them. I was angry at myself for not going slower so I could savor her scent, but knowing I’ve got a new pair for tonight soothes my inner beast.

“I’d like you to take handwritten notes today,” I say and pass her a notepad. The thought of covering up her beautiful tits with a laptop isn’t exactly ideal.

“Yes, sir.”

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