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Squirming against my chair, lip bitten, I stare into his eyes.

“I wish you had.”

Considering how bothered I was from the belt, I wouldn’t have argued.

“That reminds me, I have something for you,” I say, getting up to grab my bag.

“Oh?”

I pull out Joel’s painting in its sheet protector and give it to Lane. His eyes widen as he takes it in: me, naked save the belt, sitting on my bed, longingly staring out my window.

“Your roommate?”

“Yes.”

“This is excellent.”

“I’ll tell him you said so. You can keep it.”

Lane smiles.

“Thank you, and thank him for me. This may be the nicest gift I’ve ever received.”

My whole body warms.

“I can give you a nicer one,” I say, hands wandering down to my hips.

“Sit,” Lane says. He sets the painting down on the counter, propped up against a coffee maker so he can see it. “Finish your dinner. You’ll need the energy.”

“For what, professor?” I say, though I already know what he’s thinking.

“We’re going to do what we should have done last night.”

Chapter 17

When we finish eating, Lane instructs me to undress, then wait for him until he gets back. He doesn’t take more than a few minutes, leaving me little time to imagine what he has in mind. What exactly does he mean to teach? Or is this going to be more recess than class?

The sound of rattling metal sends a shiver across my bare skin. Lane returns with his hands full of chains and padlocks.

“My plan had been to put you back in the sarcophagus with your body bound in these and a pair of vibrators stuck inside you.”

“To see how long I could stand it?” I ask.

“To reward you.”

I almost laugh.

It’s demented he thinks that’s a reward and not utter torment, and yet I can’t say I would have objected.

“But if you want to see how much you could stand, this will be perfect. Cross your arms behind your back.”

He wraps the chains around my body, binding my wrists together and squeezing my arms against my back. I strain against them after he seals the padlocks, but they offer no give. Usually I could flex a little when tied with rope, but the chains are fully taut, gently digging into my skin.

I want to walk around, feeling the chains hold me as I sway my hips and take long, leisurely strides. I could speed up, forcing Lane to catch me. My pussy aches at the thought.

Would Lane play such a game with me, or is that not instructive enough? Is he going to tie our every moment back to art? Does he have to tell himself this is about my education to justify fucking a student? I’d like for him to know this doesn’t always have to involve a lesson. It can just be for fun.

Lane doesn’t permit me to walk around in the chains. The second my bonds are secure, he pushes my shoulders forward, forcing me to bend over.

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