It makes me want her so much I can barely stand it.
I move toward her, every step slow. She doesn’t flinch as I come up behind her, close enough that she can feel the heat of my body.
She tilts her head, exposing the line of her neck.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asks.
I laugh. “Haven’t decided yet.”
Her lips are parted, breath shallow. She’s waiting.
I place my hands on her shoulders, then slide them down to her waist. She’s trembling, but not from fear.
Turning her to face me, for a moment we just stare at each other, both waiting to see who breaks first.
It’s her.
She kisses me, hard, almost desperate. I bite her lip, draw blood, and she gasps but doesn’t pull away.
I push her back against the counter and trap her there, hands on either side of her thighs.
“You’re not as fragile as you look,” I say.
She laughs, voice raw. “Figured I’d get the party started, may as well have some of my own fun since I don’t think saying no is an option.”
We devour each other in the silence. It’s not gentle, not pretty—just need, sharpened to a point and driven home. Then she pulls away and turns to face the mirror again, grabbing her lipstick from her clutch.
“You don’t have to pretend,” I growl. “You’re allowed to want this.”
She bares her teeth. “Fuck you.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Before she can answer, I shove her against the counter, flattening her chest to the marble. Her palms slap the surface, but she doesn’t struggle.
I fist her hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to watch herself in the mirror.
“Look at you, flushed, eyes alive, those pretty little lips open,” I whisper. “Is this what you wanted?”
She meets her gaze, cheeks burning. “You’re disgusting.”
I press my mouth to her ear. “Bet you’re wet.”
Her denial is silent, but when my hand slides up her thigh, the truth is obvious. Her body arches away, but I hold her fast.
I slip my fingers under the hem of her dress, drag the fabric up until her ass is bare. The skin is pale, unmarked and perfect. I want to ruin it.
She gasps when I spank her—hard, enough to leave a bloom of color.
“Say thank you,” I order.
She shakes her head, defiant even now.
I spank her again. Harder.
“Thank you,” she chokes.
I smile, lips to her nape. “Mmm, such a good little student.”
