Now that's an embarrassing twist.
Brent pointed to Damien. “And just who is he?” He turned to Valerie, his eyes narrow slits as he judged her. “Didn’t you say there was no one else?” She saw Damien glance over at her, his brows furrowed with question. “No. I said there was no one whispering in my ear to leave you. You helped me make that decision.” “So, the two of you are what? And why are you standing there with your tits hanging out?” Brent planted his fists on his hips as he glared at her. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. How the hell would she explain any of this to a man like Brent? When she opened her eyes once more, she simply shrugged, forcing herself not to cover her bare breasts. It was a sense of pride that she could stand there in defiance of what her ex-husband saw as a breach of proper behavior. “To be honest, they’re out because Damien told me to take them out.” Brent’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open. “He told you? And you just did it?” She pointed to her chest. “Obviou
After everything Damien confessed to her last night and the deeper direction he wanted to take them, Valerie decided to avoid her office that morning, and therefore, Dean. Instead, she went straight to her classroom, setting her briefcase on the desk and pulling out her class notes. Afterward, she busied herself with straightening the room and cleaning the chalkboard. She had to admit, it made for a peaceful morning. At least, it did until she heard Dean’s smug tone. “Now, now. Are you trying to give me a complex? I thought we had an understanding about my morning expectations.” She turned, determined not to permit him to annoy her first thing in the morning, and hoping to put some distance between the two of them. After all, they were in her classroom. A public room. Not her office with a closed door. “I needed to get some things accomplished this morning. Damien kept me up last night talking about our future.” Dean pressed his lips into a thin line and walked over to her desk. “So
“Wow, he did a number on your ass. And right there in your classroom, huh?” She ignored the smirk in Damien’s tone as she fixed his dinner. True to his word yesterday, he made her strip as soon as she walked in the door. He didn’t even permit her to do it in the bedroom but made her stand right there at the front door and take her clothes off. She should be happy, she supposed, that he allowed her to at least close the door. He ran his hand over her bare ass, making her jump slightly at the sudden touch, and she didn’t miss the chuckle that slipped from his lips. “I might have to keep a ruler nearby. Your ass looks hot as hell with those square welts across your pale flesh.” He leaned in, his lips close to her ear. “I bet your cunt dripped like crazy with each swat, didn’t it?” She closed her eyes and sucked in a slow breath. While she hated to admit it, he was right. “Yes, sir. Not just the spanking but that he did it at my desk in the classroom rather than my office.” He squeezed
Valerie arrived at the college early so she could stop by Holbert’s office and apologize for missing their book date on Monday night. She wore a knee-length skirt and a button-down top with the first couple of buttons open, exposing her creamy globes. With any luck, it would be enough for him to get a sneak peek and forgive her, and she wouldn’t need to do anything else to appease the old man. As much as Damien, Nick, and Ivy thought this would be a feather in her cap she could use later for something she needed, it still gave her the shivers just thinking about it. Holbert Warren was a perverted old man, and not in the way Damien was. No. If the rumors were true, the president of the college was a creepy geezer who hung out in adult bookstores, looking for desperate women who would allow him to paw at them. Another shudder rippled through her. And here I am, hoping to get in to see him and show him my tits. She sighed as she entered his receptionist’s office. With her sweetest smile
She left the president’s office feeling slimy, especially with the way Katie looked at her as she passed the woman’s desk. It was as if his receptionist knew what had happened inside the office, as well as what would happen later. Valerie shuddered at the thought of what would happen later. How on earth had she allowed Damien to get her into this? She should have simply kept her mouth shut and waited for Holbert to approach her with her absence. Now, she was stuck allowing herself to be punished by the man, and who knew what perverted form that would take? She needed to call Damien and let him know she would be late getting home, and that it was his fault. She rushed into her office, not even noticing that Dean’s desk was empty until she saw him sitting behind hers, his feet propped up on her desk, crossed at the ankles. He smirked when he saw her. “And here I thought you would try to avoid me again this morning. Your ass must have remembered the repercussions of hiding from me.” Sh
As soon as she assumed the coast was clear, Valerie made her way to the president’s office for her punishment. The receptionist area was empty, Katie Kallus having gone home it seemed, and inwardly, Valerie prayed Holbert had decided against waiting for her and left as well. She wasn’t that lucky. “Come in.” She took a deep breath, fortifying herself against whatever was about to happen to her. Turning the knob, she entered Holbert’s office. “Ah, good, good. You remembered our appointment this time.” He stood, rubbing his hands together as he raked her with his lecherous gaze. Just the way he looked at her made her feel as if she needed a shower. “Yes, sir. As I said this morning, I truly am sorry for what happened Monday. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.” He moved around to the front of his desk and sat on the corner. “That’s good to hear.” He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes as if deep in thought, but she knew it was all an act. “Now, the question
After a night of serving Damien’s sexual needs, he sent her back to her own apartment with the command to meet him back at his at noon. She had to admit it was a night of sound sleeping, even with all the craziness of her day. Between Dean insisting on his morning blow job, being punished by the college president, and then fucked all night by Damien, her entire day seemed to be one giant sex fest. Not that she was complaining. Not at all. It became the things she liked most about each day. The curious part was, why did Damien send her to her own apartment, instead of letting her sleep at his like he did every night since Tuesday? She thought about reaching out to him and asking if he still wanted her to wait until noon today but resisted the urge. He had talked about her submission, and she knew part of that was her obedience. If he wanted her sooner, then he would tell her. Besides, she needed to get some things done around the house, especially laundry. So, she did just that. After
If you surrender, if you give me your submission, then I control very aspect of your life. Everything. Your life is no longer your own. I will make all decisions for you from this point onwards. That’s what I want. All of you. Do you submit to me, Valerie? His words kept looping over and over in her mind as she stared at the choker. No rights. No say in anything ever again. Owned. Could she do that? Could she give him everything he wanted from her? He smiled down at her as he waited for her answer. If she were honest with herself, she had already been doing everything he asked of her, so what was the difference? It was the same difference as playing house and actually being married. It was official. Before, she could always tell him to fuck off and walk away, but once she accepted that choker, her collar, as he called it, it would be just like putting a wedding ring on her finger. Official. And that made things a lot more complicated. “If I say no, where does that leave us? Will tha