Page 113 of Wicked Little Secret
Theron left the room, and his alter ego returned in his place.
He’s Professor Adler now. All dark, sexy energy and brooding, studious glares from behind the black frames of his glasses. His jaw’s clenched as he leans against the doorframe and slowly tracks me from head to toe, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hands plunged into his pockets.
My pussy throbs at the same time my belly flutters with nerves.
It’s not lost on me how imbalanced we are in this moment—he’s my professor and I’m his student. He’s much older and experienced while I’m half his age. I’m completely nude in his bedroom as he lingers in the doorway fully clothed, enjoying the view.
I stand up straighter and decide to tease him like only I can. Pushing my chest out and placing a hand to my hip, I say, “I’ve been waiting on you, Professor. You’re late.”
He abandons the doorway and starts toward me feeling like a dark, ominous storm cloud moving in. In a few short strides he’s eclipsed me, cupping my chin and forcing my gaze to flick up toward his.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Miss Oliver,” he says calmly, in complete command. “I set the rules. You will wait as long as I want you to. You will beg and cry for me to give you what you need. You will be a quivering little mess by the time I’m through with you. Is that understood?”
I lick my lips, already breathless. “Yes…”
He grips my hip in a rough clench and wrenches me toward him. “Yes,what?”
“Yes, Professor Adler.”
“Good. Behave yourself and you might get a reward.” He brings his knuckles up, gliding them along my cheek so tenderly, you’d think he wasn’t cold and commanding a few seconds before. He withdraws a leather mask from his pocket.
It’s delicate and feminine and reminds me of something you’d wear to a masquerade.
…except it has no holes to see.
“You’ll be wearing this tonight.”
“A blindfold? Great way to increase nerves for what’s about to happen,” I say sarcastically.
“I like the idea of you not knowing what’s next.”
“Hence the nerves.”
“Blindfolds let you tap into the physical sensations much more… acutely.” He turns me around and kisses the spot behind my ear, hugging me to him by the hips. “If you absolutely hate it,” he whispers into my ear, “I will remove it. But beware, there will be a penalty.”
“Penalty for backtalk. Penalty for removing the blindfold. If I didn’t know better, Professor, I’d say you’re looking for a reason to spank me.”
He kisses his way from behind my ear to the nape of my neck. His hands roam over my naked body, his touch warm and shudder inducing. “You’d be a filthy little liar if you said you didn’t want me to.”
The palm of his hand collides with my ass in a playful spank that makes me yelp in surprise. He slides the blindfold over my eyes and everything goes black.
“Do you remember the safe word?”
I smirk, blindfold and all. “Law.”
“Excellent, Miss Oliver. On the bed. Hands and knees.”
Theron helps me, taking my hand and guiding me over to the bed for me to crawl on. Immediately, I discover what he meant about tapping into other sensations.
Once my sight’s gone, everything sounds louder. From the soft pad of his footsteps to the slow thud of a cabinet being opened then shut. I take in a deep breath and pick up on the faint smoky scent from the fireplace much more acutely than I had without the blindfold.
My heart beats faster in my chest, counting down the seconds.
It’s amazing how our time together has only justbegun, yet he’s already managed to take my mind off everything that’s been plaguing me. Any thoughts about my revenge plan, keeping Heather quiet, tomorrow’s dinner party, and the tension between me and Mom disappear.
I’m much more interested in what’s about to happen in this bedroom.
If I had to guess what’s coming, I’d bet it’s some form of spanking. Professor Adler’s aware how well I get off to it, and how can he resist when I’m blindfolded on my hands and knees? My ass is right out in the open for him to streak red.