Page 84 of Crave Me

I hated the way her voice trembled, like she was afraid of me. It was the very last thing I ever wanted her to feel around me.

I held out a hand. “Hold on to me and stand.”

As soon as she placed her small and chilled hand into mine, a hot, searing electric shock slid up my arm to my chest. I fought to ignore it and pulled her to her feet.

“You’ve disobeyed, Little One.”

I was thrilled she had. I hadn’t yet administered a punishment to her, but I was going to enjoy the hell out of this one.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

She still hadn’t looked at me. It was typical for her to look at the floor until I gave her permission to look at me, but this was different. She was holding herself back from me. I hated it at the same time I understood.

“Go to my office. I’ll follow you so I can plan what to do with your ass as soon as I have it over my desk.”

I stepped to the side, watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breaths shortened.

“Sir?”

“You heard me.”

For the first time since entering the locker room, she hesitated, and then headed toward my office. Her heeled boots clicked on the concrete floor, her perfect ass swayed with her quick steps. When she turned the corner into the office, I walked toward her and closed the door behind us, locking it firmly. Then I closed the blinds giving us privacy. If anyone did enter, we’d have a few moments to get dressed before they walked in.

“Remove your top and bra.”

She looked at me over her shoulder, the first time she’d brought her eyes to mine all night. I wanted to lose myself in the swirling, blue colors. “Can we talk, sir?”

“If you say yellow.” She worried her bottom lip for a moment and turned back to the desk. A sense of relief flooded me when she didn’t pause us. To make her more secure, I stepped closer. “We’ll talk through every second of this. We’ll also talk while you remove your top and bra and bend over the desk, sub.”

“Okay, sir.” Her shoulders rose and fell with a heavy breath and then her trembling fingers went to the hem of her navy sweater. She’d taken time to plan the top so she was wearing our school colors while still looking as stylish as anything she sold. “It’d be a shame to ruin this beautiful sweater or your bra with scissors if you don’t begin to hurry.”

“You wouldn’t.”

I walked around to the edge of the desk and searched the drawers. I set a pair of scissors on top showing her I would. As I was closing the door, a bright pop of color drew my gaze and I grabbed for it. An extra tie I left rolled in the drawer in case I forgot one.

It’d be perfect.

While she took off her bra, I undid the tie at my neck and wrapped both of them around my wrists, pulling them tight with a snapping sound that rivaled my belt.

“Now your pants. You don’t have to undress fully, but I want you to push them down as far as you can.”

Again, trembling fingers went to her jeans and she unbuckled them, shoving them down quickly until they bunched at the tops of her boots just beneath her knees.

She wouldn’t be able to spread her legs too far apart, but that didn’t matter. I was going to spank her ass so she felt me until Friday, not fuck her. Not tonight.

“Bend over the desk and grab the edges.”

God, she was beautiful. Her frame so small she had to pull to her tiptoes to reach the edge of the desk. When she was in position, her stomach rustling against the cool top of the desk, as she got comfortable, I walked toward where she could see me and squatted down to meet her eyes.

“I’m going to tie you to the desk and spank you. Do you know why, sub?”

“I disobeyed sir. We weren’t supposed to see each other until Friday.”

“Right. And what else were you supposed to do this week?”

Her breath hitched and she blinked harshly. “Think of what I want in a Dom.”

“And did you?”

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