“You like embarrassing me in front of the class?”
His eyes widen. “What? No, of course not.”
“But you do. It’s embarrassing to have you tempting me, forcing me to have a fucking boner.” I growl. “Now, that’s not very nice is it?’
“N-no.” His breathing picks up, and I can smell his bergamot and sandalwood scent coming off him in waves.
I breathe in deeply, groaning as I palm my cock, giving it a squeeze.
Jamie’s nostrils flare, his hand reaching for his own dick.
“Don’t touch,” I demand and his hands snap away. “Brats deserve to be punished. This is your punishment, Jamie.”
“What is?” he breathes out, looking both scared and thrilled.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
He blinks at me in shock but does as he’s told and gets to his knees.
“Now what?” he asks, voice breathy.
“Now, I want you to fucking crawl to me, Jamie.”
He whimpers, fucking whimpers, for me, as he gets down on his hands and lifts his head. Slowly, he makes his way over to me.
I nearly fall apart as I watch not just any alpha, but my alpha, fucking crawl to me like a needy little slut, his chest heaving with desire, craving me so fucking much he’d do anything I ask of him.
It’s a power I could become addicted to.
My hands find the edge of my desk, gripping it tightly as I struggle to stay in control.
Jamie’s heavily lidded eyes stay locked on mine, chest rising and falling quicker the closer he gets to me.
He crawls to me until he’s at my feet then sits back on his knees and looks up at me, his blue eyes burning bright with desire.
I’m captivated, in fucking awe of this man. Mine. He’s fucking mine. Reaching out, I cup his cheek. He moans, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into my touch. I brush my thumb against his cheek.
This is the second time I’ve had him on his knees for me. But unlike last time, I’m not terrified of what's about to happen. No, I’m fucking starving for it.
“Good boy.” My voice is husky, thick with need.
He groans, eyes fluttering open. I look behind him. Alaric and Tatum are sitting on their hands still, but they look very uncomfortable. It makes me smirk.
“What now?” Jamie asks in a whispered voice.
“Take my cock out, Alpha,” I command.
He’s quick to do as he’s told, his fumbling hands working at my zipper. He grabs the waist band of my slacks and pulls them down, then groans as he stares at my cock straining against my boxers.
Licking his lips, he grabs the hem of those too and pulls them down.
My cock springs free, slapping him in the face. He moans as precum drips down his forehead and nose. He doesn’t move, my cock just hanging heavy, resting against his face.
“Such a good fucking boy,” I growl. “See. You can listen. You just choose not to.”
“I can be good.” Jamie groans, licking his lips when a drop of precum slides down. “I can be so fucking good.”
“I know you can.” I fist my cock.
