My submissive stood before me in black dress pants, a button-down red shirt, and a red and white checked tie. His color combination was a subtle nod to our school colors. Although he was just as handsome as ever, he wasn't the same William I'd spent the weekend with.
All traces of his submissive side were gone. In its place was an air of authority and dominance. It was both attractive and unnerving. Of course, the sight of me had rattled him. He stared at me with eyes wide as dinner plates. It seemed to take him a few moments to find his voice.
"This is where you're teaching?"
“Yes."
“Jesus Christ," William muttered, running his hand over his face.
“I second that." I tossed the books I had retrieved onto one of the desks. “You didn't tell me you were an administrator."
“You never ask
