Page 39 of Teacher's Pet
I froze. That little—
That fucking—
I grabbed his throat. “You’ll lie? So I—”
“Yes.” He squeezed my wrist, eyes blazing. “I’ll tell that wife of yours too. I can play dumb. I’ll cry, I don’t care. You won’t be telling my father. How’s your wife gonna react to you forcing yourself on a student, huh?”
I felt my blood run cold. “My wife knows the kind of man I am. She won’t—”
He laughed. I felt his Adam’s apple move against my palm. “No? Really? Not even if I show her the scarf you gave me? Your gloves? You don’t think she’ll believe me when I tell her exactly how you like to bite down on the bottom lip during a kiss?”
I went still. My grip eased without me meaning it.
He muttered now, grin twisted and ugly. “Tell her how you taste like a bit of nicotine and birchwood. Would she stick around when your career’s over? I’ll make sure you end up in prison if that’s what it takes. But you’re not telling my father, you piece of—”
I dragged him toward a fallen log, seething. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to hurt him so bad.
“You’re cruel. Nothing like what I imagined when I met you.” I hauled him over my lap, ignoring his yelp.
“What the fuck? Did you hear what I just said? I’ll ruin your life, let me go.”
“Silence.”
My heart pounded harder and harder as he lay sprawled across my lap. His whole life he’d gone without consequences, so now he thought he could control anyone, even if it meant destroying someone else’s life. If it wasn’t him being validated, then fuck everyone else.
“You’re a brat,” I told him, low but edged. I was trying not to lose control, but it was clawing at my throat. “You’ve never had to earn a damn thing, have you? Daddy hands you everything, believes every word you say. You think that means he cares?”
His breathing stuttered. “Fuck you.” The words lacked his usual bite.
I pulled down his pants and he started thrashing. “Fuck off… fuck you. Fuck—”
I covered his mouth. He swallowed hard against my palm.
No underwear. He was cold to the touch.
“You think you’re a good person? Threatening someone like that?”
He exhaled, shaky, his voice muffled. “I’m going to ruin your life, asshole.”
I slapped him. The sound cracked through the forest, loud even over the roar of the waterfall. He whimpered and shifted.
“Why do you act like this?” My hand hovered over his pale ass.
He shuddered but glared back at me. “Enjoy this while you can, pervert, because I’m reporting—”
Another slap. And another.
He cursed me out between whimpers, but after a few more swats, his breathing changed.
“You don’t have to be like this, brat.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he angled his ass higher. My hand smoothed over the warm pink skin. “You can be good. I’ve seen it.”
His breath hitched. He bit his lip, turning slightly, eyes glassy with tears.
“Please. Please.” His voice shook. “I need punishment. I’m not innocent. I’m dirty.” He looked away. “So dirty.”
The strain in his voice made something in me go still. I spanked him again, harder, trying to ground him. He breathed against my thigh, trembling.
