Beg
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Chapter 4:
Chapter 4 — Beg
Open your legs, he said the word again.
The rular tapped the table once, but the sound cut through me.
i opened my legs with no further complain.
The air hit me , I was still wet , sore and now I was exposed to him. He had done that , he had made me this way and he sat there fully clothed and watched.
His eyes dropped between by thigh, there stayed there and didn't pretend to be polite, they took inventory of the colar , the marks from the rular and the way my thigh moved of the proof that my body had betrayed me
“Wider,” he said.
I obeyed and I hated that I obeyed.
He leaned back in his chair, he looked like a king on a throne, and I was the offering. his jacket was still off, his sleeves were still rolled up, the scar on his wrist caught the light.
“You told me power was an illusion,” he said that in a calm voice, . Lecture calm. “In your midterm. You wrote three pages about it. You said control is a social construct. That no one truly owns anyone.”
He picked up the ruler. He didn’t point it at it me. He just held it. Like a professor holds a chalk.
“Was that before or after you crawled to me?” he asked.
My face burned with embarrassment.
“Answer me, Aria.”
“Before,” I forced myself to whispered.
He nodded. “And now?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
He stood and walked around the desk, he stopped right in front of me, between my open legs.He didn’t touch me. He just looked down.
“Now you know better,” he said. “Don’t you?”
I nodded, i hated that I nodded.
“Say it.”
“Power isn’t an illusion.
“Whose power?”
“Yours.”
He crouched down, now his face was level with mine, again I could see the fleck of gold in his eyes ..I could see control it cost him not to touch me.
“Good girl,” he said.
That phrase broke something in me. My hips jerked, just a little. I needed....... I needed him so badly it hurt.
“Rule two,” he said. “You don’t c*m unless I say so. You remember that.”
I nodded.
“Then beg,” he said.
I stared at him.
“Beg me to let you c*m,” he said. “Beg me, and I’ll think about it. Beg me, and maybe I’ll say no. Beg me, and maybe I’ll make you wait another hour.”
My pride was on the floor with my knees. My body was on fire. My mind was blank except for one word. Please.
“Professor,” I said my voice trembling. “P...lease.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me .......come .”
He tilted his head. “Why should I?”
I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t have anything except need.
“Because I said thank you?” I tried. “Because I obeyed?”
“You obeyed because you had to,” he said. “Not because you wanted to. Not yet.”
He stood and went back to his chair he sat and he left me there. Legs open, dress up, collar on, empty.
“Crawl here,” he said. “Again. And this time, you beg the whole way.”
I got on the floor. My knees hurt from before. My ass still stung from the ruler. I didn’t care.
I crawled.
“Please, Professor,” I said. My hands moved. “Please let me.”
My knees moved. “Please, I need it. I need you.”
I reached his feet. I looked up. My eyes were wet. My lips were slightly parted.
“Please,” I whispered. “I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. Just don’t make me wait.”
He looked down at me. For a long time, he just looked. His face showed nothing. But his knuckles were white on the arms of the chair.
Then he reached down. He grabbed my chin, and he tilted my face up.
“You’re beautiful when you beg,” he said. His thumb brushed my bottom lip. “You should do it more often.”
Hope lit in my chest. .....Stupid a desperate hope.
Then he let go.
“No,” he said.
The word hit me like the ruler had.
“You don’t get to c*m tonight, Aria. That was the punishment. Remember?”
He stood. He walked to the bar. He poured two fingers of whiskey. He didn’t offer me any.
I stayed on the floor. I couldn’t move. The ache between my legs was a living thing. It was a wound, and he was the only one who could close it.
He drank and watched me over the rim of the glass.
“You can stand up,” he said. “Detention is over for tonight.”
I used the chair to pull myself up. My legs shook. My body was a traitor. It wanted him. It wanted his hands, his mouth, his punishment.
He saw it. He saw everything.
“Go to your room,” he said. “First door on the right. The door locks from the outside. I have the key.”
He walked to me. He didn’t touch me. He just stood close. His heat was a brand.
“Sleep,” he said. “And think about how it feels to need something this badly. To need me this badly.”
He reached out and touched the silver ring on my collar. Just a flick of his finger.
“Sweet dreams, Miss Voss,” he said.
Then he walked away. He went to his office, and he shut the door.
I stood there. Alone... Aching... Owned.
I went to the room. The bed was big, and the sheets were cold. I lay down, and I stared at the ceiling. My body hummed. My mind was full of him.
His voice. Good girl.
His hands. You don’t c*m unless I say so.
His eyes. You’re mine.
I wanted to touchmyself. I wasn’t going to. I told myself I wouldn’t. But my hand moved before I could stop it.
I was close..... one touch, and I was close.
Then I heard it.
The door,. It unlocked.
I froze.
He stood in the doorway. He wasn’t wearing his tie anymore. The top two buttons of his shirt were open. He looked like sin. ....
"Damnation "
“Did you think I wouldn’t know?” he asked. His voice was Dangerous.
I pulled my hand away like it was on fire.
He walked to the bed. He didn’t hurry. He never hurried.
He grabbed my wrist. The one I had used. He held it up, and he looked at my fingers.
“Rule two,” he said. “You broke it.”
“I didn’t... I wasn’t.”
“Lie to me, and I’ll make it worse.”
I stopped talking.
He let go of my wrist and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped a little.
“Turn over,” he said. “Face down. hands above your head.”
I did it. I didn’t know why. I just did.
The dress was still on. He pushed it up. I was bare again. My ass still had marks from earlier.
I heard him move. Then I felt it.
His mouth.
On me.
Not where I expected. Not where I needed. On the marks from the ruler. He kissed them, one by one Almost gentle.
It was worse than the ruler.
I made a sound. A broken sound.
“Shh,” he said. His breath was hot on my skin. “You don’t get to make noise. Not when you disobey.”
His mouth moved lower. To the back of my thigh. He bit me not hard enough to break skin. Hard enough to mark.
I gasped into the pillow.
He moved again. Now his mouth was between my legs. He kissed my inner thigh. Right next to where I needed him.
“Please,” I sobbed. I didn’t care anymore. “Professor, please.”
He stopped.
He stood up.
“Get some sleep, Aria,” he said. “You’re going to need it. Tomorrow, we start rule five.”
He walked to the door and locked it behind him.
I lay there. Wet..... Aching.... Empty.... Marked.
And I knew.
I was already his.
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