Page 46 of Sinister Games

CHAPTER14

LIZZIE

“Girl, did you hear what happened to Professor Hands today?”

Jane came bursting into our flat. Tossing her backpack on the counter, she bounded over to me and bounced down onto the sofa.

“It was epic! Apparently, some rich bloke showed up and dismissed the class. Everyone’s saying there was a big fight and Hands just announced he’s leaving the school effective immediately.”

Curled up under my faded yellow blanket with the blue butterflies, I buried my head in my knees.

“What is wrong with you? This is good news. You won’t have to spend half the year dodging his grabby hands like I did last year. You’re lucky.”

Jane walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the open bottle of cheap white wine we had inside the fridge. Opening the cupboard, she called over her shoulder, “You want some?”

“Yes,” came my muffled reply.

Selecting two mugs—we didn’t have the money for wineglasses—she came back to the sofa.

After taking a long, cool gulp of the acidic liquid, I blurted out, “It was Richard.”

“What?”

“Richard. It was Richard.”

“Who was Richard?”

“The rich bloke who burst into Handleson’s class today.”

Her eyes widened as she hopped up and then sat back down cross-legged across from me.

“Tell me everything!”

Since I was ushered out the door before the real altercation, I couldn’t tell her much—besides the fact that Richard showed up unexpectedly and was absolutely livid to see my teacher’s hand practically on my ass.

“I heard there was shattered glass everywhere.”

I nodded. “I did hear the sound of breaking glass as I was leaving but I don’t think it was that big of a fight.”

Richard hadn’t looked a bit disheveled when he came out of the school and I had gotten a chance to notice that his knuckles weren’t even bruised or bloodied as I looked down to see him holding my phone.

“It makes sense. Richard is like twice the size of Hands. He’d probably have hospitalized him if there had been a real fight. Do you think he forced Hands to leave the school?”

I nodded glumly. “He wants me to leave too.”

“Wait… what?”

I shrugged in response as I finished my mug of wine and reached for more.

“You can’t be serious. He didn’t seriously ask you to leave school?”

Refusing to relive the details of my humiliation with Jane, I grimaced. “Let’s just say he made his point very clear.”

I shifted in my seat. My ass was still sore, as well as my pride. The man had spanked me. Spanked me. And not the fun and kinky spanking from the other night, but a real honest to God spanking. My cheeks burned with the memory of it. To be dragged across his powerful lap like an errant child, as he spanked me after making me say I was a bad girl.

Traitorously, I felt a rush of warmth between my thighs. This was insane. How could I possibly find any of this attractive or arousing? It was abuse. Pure and simple. Fuck his little games. I was done.

Jane reached for the distinctive sage green jewelry box laying discarded on the coffee table; inside was an exquisite brooch by Van Cleef & Arpels.

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