There was a gentle tug at the end of my braid that tipped my head back to give him better access to my neck. I kept my eyes shut, enjoying the sensations without the added distraction of sight.
His question hung in the air between us.
I really liked getting A’s on my assignments, but something about him yanked on the inner rebel in me. He coaxed who I really was out in a way that made it safe. Making me want to test the limits.
Just to see.
“Are you going to make me?” I whispered, already a little wet.
The width of his palm wrapped around my throat and my eyes flew wide open. I didn’t dare move, wondering if I’d pushed too far, as he increased the pressure slightly.
Amusement danced across his darkened expression. “Do you want to be punished?”
Did I?
I do.
I really wasn’t sure wha
