Will’s P.O.V.
I stop the torture and drop the duster on the floor. Her tied body is trembling, sweat is glistening on her skin, and her watery eyes are filled with frustration and need.
“Will you ever sit with any student again?” I ask, taking off the tape from her mouth.
“No, Master,” she responds, panting.
I think I’ve punished her hard today… harder than I should have. Especially when it wasn’t even her fault. She sat with that guy for me, to comply with my order. But when I saw her leg brush his under the table… something in me snapped. Possessiveness took over. I just couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else feeling even the smallest part of her.
Damn! This woman drives me crazy in every possible way.
Now watching her bound and breathless, I know it’s time to give my profess
