Maria's POV
I know exactly what I am doing when I "accidentally" tip the coffee pot at breakfast. My hand shakes just enough to sell the mistake, but the hot coffee splashes straight across Alexander's crisp white shirt. The fabric turns see-through, clinging to the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Mrs. Harrington gasps and starts dabbing at the stain with her napkin, muttering about how clumsy I am. Alexander doesn't say a word. His blue eyes snap to mine and darken instantly, that predatory gleam I love so much making my stomach flip. My p***y clenches hard just from the promise in that look. No words needed, I know my punishment is coming, and I want it.
The morning goes by, and I carry out my daily activities. Every time I move, the collar around my throat, hidden in my uniform,
