Tears well in her eyes and she blinks them away like they’ve offended her.
“Renée,” I murmur. “I’d very much like to take care of you, and that might be hard to accept given your past, I know. But I’ll never tell you what to do. I just want you to be happy.”
“Me too.”
The air shifts between us, quiet and heavy, and it’s weird and natural all at once. “Is there anything I can do to make you happy?”
The gravity of my question hits her eyes first, and they darken. Control moves like a current, unseen yet undeniable, and it comfortably settles between us.
“I like to be in control,” she warns. “Not just in my life, but in the bedroom, too.”
Desire moves through me like a storm front—charged air, a clash of warm and cold that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “I’mso goodwith that.”
She seems pleased and my balls tighten as I brace for her reply. “I had a feeling you would be.” Renée removes both of her hands from mine and places one index finger under my chin and blood rushes to my groin. “I’m going to tell you to do something in a moment, and I want you to know you can say no. I want to control you Jonah, but the most important thing is your consent.”
“Yes, Professor.” She inhales sharply and shuts her eyes. “Was that okay?”
She nods quickly and mutters a curse I don’t quite hear. “Yes. In fact, I quite like that,” she says breathlessly. Her lusty gaze hones in on me once again. “You kneel so well for me. Such a good boy. Now get lower and kiss my feet.”
Have I ever done this before? Nope. But it’s suddenly the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, and my body reacts accordingly. Knees scraping on the concrete, I shimmy back and lower my upper body. She’s still wearing her tall suede boots and when I try to remove one, she stops me. “Boots stay on. You haven’t earned my skin.”
I lower myself once again and nuzzle the top of her shoe and ankle. “Sorry, Professor. I’ll do better.” I frantically kiss every inch. “Please don’t fail me.” My fingers trace the boots’ curves, and the suede is soft and warm beneath my lips.
“You think you can just take me out and spend money on me?” she asks cooly, but there’s heat in her meaning. “You think that’s going to save your grade?”
“No, Professor Wilde,” I say into the leather, but it comes out far too quick.
“Do you think I haven’t noticed how desperate you are? You’re like a puppy begging for attention.”
The idea of her leashing me causes my dick to surge. “I’m sorry,” I murmur again. “I really like you and I wanna do good. Please don’t fail me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“And what do you want?”
I don’t stop kissing her feet when I speak, and I don’t hide the truth. “I wanna take you out again and spend every last dime on you. I wanna be available for your every whim. I want you to use me.”
“Get up and look at me,” she commands, and I obey.
My God, it feels good to obey her.
“I do not want your money,” she says, measured and deliberate. But when my brows furrow, her demeanor softens. “Oh no,” she drawls. “Don’t give me those sad boy eyes.”
“But Iwantto spoil you,” I whine, like a man.
A delicate smile touches her face. “You already do. The way you treat me and my daughters...” She sighs happily. “I feel rich.”
“Please let me take you out again.Please.”
Once again her finger finds my chin and she pulls me into a long, drugging kiss. It’s the kind of kiss your heart custom designs just so you can look back in your memories and die a sweet death.
“Okay,” she whispers. “You can take me out again.”
Chapter 30
Office Hours
Renée
The next day at work, it takes considerable effort to not think about Jonah kneeling before me—desperate and perfect.
