Page 96 of Captivated By Danger

Ugh.

Now he had all the time in the world to text me when he wants me to do something for him, but I closed my eyes and squeezed as hard as I could anyway. Knowing what him telling me to keep count meant, I didn’t want to feel the wrath of his paddle or his hand. I didn’t stop squeezing until I felt something on my hand, prompting me to open my eyes.

“Yo, you straight,” the man asked.

“Um, yes.” I grabbed the stack of papers from him. “Sorry.”

I took the stack of papers, got mine, and then passed it on. My phone lit up.

Sir:Good girl, Ms. Greysen. That was a good one.

That shit pissed me off so fucking bad. I knew that he wasn’t going to leave work to spank me, so I decided to let him have it.

Me:You are unbelievable, Diesel!!!!! You give me this fucking opportunity and now you are distracting me from it! How do you expect me to do some squeezing exercises for your sick little twisted perverted mind and pay attention at the same time? I am not doing this. I will be renegotiating the manual. If you don’t have to follow the rules I set, then I don’t have to follow your stupid rules! Kick me out, I don’t care! I am putting my phone away!

Honestly, I felt so fucking empowered after I sent that message that I couldn’t help but to smile. I did as I said and put my phone away. Just from knowing him a few days, I knew that he hated and loved defiance at the same time, so he was probably sitting at his desk fuming, but with a smile on his face.

It wasn’t until twenty minutes into the class, that I started glancing at the door, thinking that Diesel was going to show up. Since I knew that he could and was actually monitoring my heart rate from work, I steadied my breathing, so he wouldn’t know that I was actually worried. Every time I tried to focus, my mind would drift to Diesel spanking me in that restaurant, not caring that anyone could walk in at any moment. My mind also went to him taking me in his truck and spanking me so hard with his paddle that I could barely sit down. I couldn’t stand his ass. The more I thought about how ruthless he could be, the more I found myself squeezing randomly throughout the class, not even checking my phone to see if he’d given me some praise.

Once Jeff dismissed the class, everyone gathered their things and headed for the door. I was moving a little slow, hoping and praying that Diesel wasn’t at the door. I still didn’t have the guts to look at my phone to see his response to my blow-up. After gathering my things, I headed for the door, trying to avoid eye contact with Jeff.

“Greysen,” he called out to me.

I turned, staying at the door, keeping a safe distance between us.

“Yes?”

He started to erase the board. “Does my class bore you?”

“No. No, it doesn’t.”

“You sure?”

I nodded my head.

“Okay.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds. “Is that all, Jeff?”

He nodded his head.

Rushing out of the classroom, my thoughts were going crazy. Did he know? Did Diesel tell him? Was him talking to me some type of coded language? I didn’t know how I was going to survive this summer.

“Ms. McCree.”

My eyes moved to the rearview mirror, meeting my driver’s eyes.

“Yes.”

“Did you hear me?”

“I’m sorry. No, I didn’t.”

“Would you like to stop somewhere before I take you home?”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you, Tom.”

He nodded his head and focused back on the road. My thoughts were scrambled. In my second class, I’d finally gotten the nerve to check my phone and there were no messages from Diesel. I even opened our text thread to see if he’d forgotten to press send on the reply, but there were no dots. At that point, I didn’t know what to think. I knew how important work was to him, so I knew he wouldn’t leave work. He was going to let me stew in my discombobulated mind state until he got home. The way his wicked mind worked; I wouldn’t be surprised if he woke me up out of my sleep with that paddle. I could sleep with the door locked, but I was sure that his sadist ass had a way to unlock the door.

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