"Did you want them to see?Want everyone to wonder who put it there?"
"Yes," she whispers, the admission making her tremble against me."I liked knowing it was there.Knowing you marked me."
My grip on her throat tightens slightly, possessive."Such a good girl, wearing my mark so proudly."I press my lips to the spot, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth."But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to."
Immediately, I step back, already missing her warmth."Turn around."
She faces me, cheeks flushed, lips parted.Her eyes are dark with want, and I can see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top.
"Take off the cardigan."
Her hands shake slightly as she pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.The tank top clings to her curves, and I have to force myself not to tear it off her right here.
"Now the tank top."
She reaches for the hem, pulling it slowly over her head.The deliberate pace tells me she knows exactly what she's doing, drawing out the moment, making me wait.When it finally comes off, she's wearing a black lace bra that makes my mouth go dry.
"Beautiful," I murmur, stepping closer."But you already know that, don't you?"
Her eyes hold mine, a hint of defiance beneath the desire."I know you think so."
I trace the edge of her bra with one finger, watching goosebumps rise on her skin."What would your classmates think if they could see you now?The brilliant, serious student, half-naked in front of her professor?"I unsnap her bra, and it falls to the ground with the rest of her clothes.
"They'd be jealous," she says, and the confidence in her voice makes me want to drop to my knees.
"Confident.I like that."I circle behind her again, my fingertips trailing across her bare shoulders."But confidence needs to be earned."
I move to my desk, opening the drawer I'd prepared earlier.Her eyes track my movements as I pull out a length of silk rope, letting it slide through my fingers.
"Remove the rest of your clothes, then put your hands behind your back."
She complies without hesitation, and I bind her wrists with practiced efficiency.The rope is soft against her skin, but the restraint is absolute.She tests the bonds once, then settles into the position.
"Perfect."I move in front of her, tilting her chin up with my finger."Now, let's discuss your grade for today's performance."
Her breathing quickens."My grade?"
"Mmm.You answered one question correctly in class.But you also spent the entire lecture undressing me with your eyes."I trace my finger down her throat to the hollow between her collarbones."That shows a lack of focus that concerns me."
"How can I improve my grade?"Her voice is breathless, needy.
"By showing me you can follow instructions."I step back, drinking in the sight of her, naked, bound, and completely at my mercy."Get on your knees."
She sinks down gracefully.With her hands restrained, the position makes her arch her back to maintain balance.The sight of her kneeling before me, looking up with those dark eyes, nearly breaks my control.
"Stay there.Don't move."I walk to the cabinet, retrieving a small vibrator.
Her breath catches when she sees what I'm holding.I circle her slowly, letting the anticipation build, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
"This is a test of your focus, Skye."I kneel behind her, my clothed body a stark contrast to her nakedness."Something you seemed to lack in class today."
I trace the vibrator along her spine, not turning it on yet, just letting her feel the cool metal against her heated skin.
"What if I told you I could feel your eyes on me the entire lecture?"My lips brush her ear as I speak."That every time you shifted in your seat, I knew exactly what you were thinking?"
She trembles."I'd say you're right."
"And what were you thinking about?"I move the vibrator lower, tracing circles at the base of her spine.
