He sat on the edge of the bed—close enough that his thigh pressed against my hip.
Pulled out his phone.
Opened a document—notes app, formatted like a quiz.
“Anatomy,” he said.
“Since you love my course so much.
You answer correctly… you win.
We f**k.
Right here.
Right now.
All night.
All week.”
My breath stopped.
Pussy clenched around nothing—aching, dripping onto the sheet.
“And if I don’t?” I whispered.
He leaned in—lips brushing my ear.
“You become Daddy’s… little toy.
No coming without permission.
No touching yourself.
No leaving this bed unless I carry you.
You’ll beg for every orgasm.
And I’ll decide when—or if—you get it.”
I moaned—softly—hips lifting off the mattress.
He smiled—darkly.
“First question.”
He scrolled.
“What struct
