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He keeps a steady pace, not moving out of rhythm for even a second and I detonate. My legs shake as I come, coating his face in my arousal. I gasp for air as I come down and his fingers slow as the last of my orgasm ripples through me.

“You’re not very good at staying focused, Miss DeLuca. Perhaps, another lesson is in order.”

I blink at him as he stands, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He reaches out and pulls me to my feet, but my knees give out almost immediately. Grabbing my waist, he lifts me and spins us around so I’m laying over his desk.

“Are you ready to be punished, Kitten?” he asks as he flips up my skirt.

The afterglow of my orgasm is still present, so with a smile on my face, I look back at him.

“Yes, sir.”

Chapter 12

Staring down at Laney bent over my desk with a dazed look on her face has my cock painfully hard behind my suit pants. My girl is in a pink crop top that’s fitted so tight to her breasts I could see her nipples all through classes today. I swear she did it just to taunt me. Then, add to that a white skirt that shows off so much of her legs, making this scene happen was all I could think about for the past four hours.

“Finish reading for me,” I order her as I land a swift smack to her ass, loving that she wears skirts all the time.

Her head is still tilted toward me, so I can see she’s getting off on the little bits of pain. I’m not a sadist and don’t enjoy offering a lot of pain, but the occasional sting is fun to play with.

She bites her lip as our eyes meet.

“What if I don’t?”

“Then I won’t let you come again.” She might know by now that that’s simply not true. I’m a pleasure Dom after all. I want every single orgasm she can give me until she passes out. Then, maybe even one more.

I reach between her legs and rub gentle, slow circles around her clit. Her body melts into the desk in response, and I give a satisfied hum.

“Do you want to come again, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back into my hand.

I pull my fingers back and smack her ass, jolting her back to the present in an instant. She glares at me, but I only smile at her reddening face.

“Read,” I command, raising my hand to smack again.

Her nostrils flare, but she’s my obedient girl, my eager student. I’m not the least bit surprised when she follows my directions.

As she reads aloud, I trail my fingers down her back before slipping them into her skirt and pulling it down her legs. I kiss down her ass, paying extra special attention to my handprint that stands out beautifully against her olive skin.

She starts shaking in anticipation as I glide my fingers over her legs. They reach all the way up to her center only to hover over it and move to the other side.

Trailing kisses up her thigh to her back, I help her remove her tight-as-hell top. I can see her shoulders visibly relax once it’s gone; I finally understand why removing their bra is the first thing women do when they get home. That shit cannot be comfortable.

I take a minute to massage her shoulders, wanting her to be a puddle of pleasure just for me. Her little moans of encouragement have me aching to release my cock each time I rub that sweet spot. Once I’m done, I unzip my pants and slide them off along with my boxers, then take my time unbuttoning my dress shirt as she stares at me.

“Do you like watching your professor strip for you, Kitten?”

Sitting up, she nods. “Yes, sir.”

She bites her lip. “Now that I’ve read everything, what do you want me to do?”

Sliding my shirt off of my shoulders, I step up to approach her. Pinching her chin between my fingers, I kiss her slowly, soaking in this moment between us. It’s peaceful and calm, everything I want her to feel when she’s with me.

Her hand wraps around my erection straining between us and strokes once, making me almost fall to my knees in ecstasy. But this isn’t about me right now, it’s about her.

This is my favorite part about being a pleasure Dom, seeing her writhe in pleasure that’s almost too much for her to handle is what really pleases me. It’s all about her. I don’t have to fuck her to get off, I just need her unending, powerful orgasms and utter submission to sustain me.

I get off on it. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a woman completely unhinged and at your mercy, especially when it’s at your command. Even more so when she’s the single object of your affection.

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