Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
School.
Fuck.
I shoot up from my bed and grab my alarm clock. Which I forgot to set.
“Fuck!” I yell.
“Hnmmmggrrr.” Lesley’s moan makes me turn my head, which I shouldn’t have done because there’s a bucket filled with puke next to her bed.
“Aw, gross,” I mutter as I jump out of bed.
“What are you doing?” she grumbles.
“I have class,” I say, scrambling to gather my clothes off the floor, which is also when I notice I’m still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Apparently, I never took off my red dress and jumped straight into bed with it.
I guess taking care of Lesley really did a number on me.
I had to hold her hair half the night while she filled the toilet bowl.
It wasn’t a pretty sight, and I don’t wanna remember. It took up so many hours of my night. I’m just glad we were lucky enough to score a private bathroom so no one else had to witness that. When I finally got her to bed and crawled into my own, I must’ve forgotten to set the alarm.
Fuck.
I completely forgot it was school day too.
Putting on my clothes in a hurry, I forget to do my hair, leaving my make-up as butchered as it was. One sock is purple, the other green. I couldn’t find any others, so this’ll have to do. I throw everything I have in my bag, probably forgetting a few things.
“Where you going?” Lesley asks.
“You just asked that. God, never mind. Just stay in bed. Sleep,” I grumble. She’s not fit for class today, so best just let her sleep this one off.
“Okay …” she mumbles, too tired to even realize what’s going on.
Before I rush out the door, I pull on the curtains so the sun won’t keep her up. Too bad I was too tired to actually put my rainbow underwear on her ass and draw a dick on her face. Oh, well.
As I rush out the door, I check the clock. I’m so fucking late; it’s not even classy to show up anymore.
But I will.
I will fucking be there because … I don’t know why.
I just know I have to be there.
It’s his class, after all.
Who knows what will happen if I don’t show up.
The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t. It excites me.
Makes me anxious to see what’s in store for me, even though this time I actually have good reasons for why I was absent. He’ll probably still be mad, though.
Damn.
I don’t even know why I care so much. Should I? Is it wrong if I do?
The guy just has an effect on me like no one else.
It’s like he makes me do things I didn’t think I would ever do for anyone. Yet I’d do them for him just because he tells me to.
When I’m finally there, I’m panting from running, and when I check the clock, I still didn’t make it in time. Before I go in, I swallow away the lump in my throat and then peek around the corner. Again, it’s empty, and my courage sinks into my shoes.
I really fucking messed up.
I already missed three classes. It’s like I’m doomed to fail.
“Come in.”
Fuck.
Just his voice alone gives me the shivers.
I gather what’s left of my courage and step inside with my head held high.
I know why I’m late. I have a good reason. Still, it’s no excuse.
His eyes are like those of a hawk zooming in on its prey as I step down into his territory. Every time I look at him, my body radiates with heat. I can still feel his hand scorching on my skin, my ass red with his mark.
It felt so wrong …
But so right too.
I walk toward him as he sits behind his desk with an arrogant smile on his face. He casually leans to the side as I stop in front of him and drop my bag.
“You. Weren’t. Here.”
He doesn’t seem happy. At all.
I suck my bottom lip. “I know.”
His eyes narrow.
And I do the only thing I can think of.
I lower my head, bend over, and say, “Punish me.”
Chapter 9
Thomas
She wants me to punish her.
Want.
She wants me.
Spanking her was my dirty dream.
The dirty sin I committed when she stepped into my classroom.
The moment I put my hands on her, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.
When I finally managed to control myself and turned my back on her, she left so quickly …
I thought I’d fucked up.
With my desires out of control, I thought I’d pushed her past her limit.
And now, she comes here, begging for more?
My jaw almost drops, but I manage to compose myself and stand up from my seat.
I don’t say a word.
All my mouth wants to do right now is kiss her. It doesn’t want to talk.
But that’s not what she came here for.
She knew she had class and that she was late again, and still, she dared to step foot in my classroom.