I tut her. “Naughty kalina. Lying to my face. I think you deserve to be punished.”
Her eyes go dark and hooded. “Is that so?”
“Mm,” I hum, picking up her wrist. “That’s right.”
Then I cup myself with her hand.
I watch her gasp, clearly trying to repress it. It’s the hottest thing in the world. “You want it?” I whisper, leaning in close. “Then earn it.”
For a second, I wonder if April will refuse. If her pride will triumph over her desire. I know, if it were me, that it would.
Trembling, her dainty fingers find my belt. They work it open slowly, embarrassment covering her every gesture. It’s clear she isn’t used to this—being ordered around. Being guided.
Luckily, I’m a patient teacher.
She pops my buttons, then frees me. At the first touch of those delicate fingers on me, I inhale
