She gasped. “I said, don’t!”
“Stop thinking,” he gritted out. “I’m in control.”
She narrowed her eyes angrily, but leaned back again and closed them.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered.
“I’m a little tied up at the moment,” she shot back, growing frustrated at the loss of his touch.
“Don’t be a brat, Kamine.”
She stared at him, but she yielded to his command. He sat back and watched as she awkwardly got on her knees, and placed her tied hands on the ground.
He pulled her pants and panties down to reveal her lush backside. She knew she was slick with heat, and for a moment, thoughts of him driving his cock right into her without warning flashed before her. He went slow, though, as he dragged his fingers through her folds. She shivered as he sucked on them, and moaned.
“You taste better than the finest wine,” he said against her backside.
He flicked her clit. She breathed out, her eyes still shut, and then, he plunged his fingers into her core, using his other hand to knead on her clit.
Right before she climaxed, the ground beneath them shuddered. They swayed, but he didn’t stop at the interruption, instead driving deeper until he reached the innermost part. When she tightened around his fingers, she screamed.
Professor Grimot eased her slowly out of it.
She laid down onto her stomach and turned around. Her eyes fluttered open. Her cheeks were stained with the faintest blush.
Then the reality of everything that transpired hit her, what they had done. She let her Professor fuck her, and instead of feeling shame and guilt, she wanted more of him.Allof him.
He backed away when he noticed that shift in her, and started untying the knots. Once her arms were freed, she pulled her pants back up.
She opened her mouth to speak, but immediately snapped it shut. Instead of trying to make sense of these strange new feelings, she scrambled to her feet and bolted from the room.
Thirteen
Kamine’s wrists were red and sore. She pulled down her sleeves as she stormed through the halls in an effort to cover the aggressive marks, in case she passed anyone. Kamine knew she wouldn’t be able to stomach dinner. Not now.
Wanting privacy to think, she headed straight for her room while trying her best to avoid anyone who might be lingering in the halls. She didn’t want to come face-to-face with any cohorts, because she had a feeling they would be able to read what had transpired on her face. The whole school would know before she even had a moment to herself, to process what had happened.
Kamine shuddered at the thought, pushing forward.
It’s not that she regretted it—she had wanted it.Badly.But now she wouldn’t be able to look into Professor Grimot’s dark eyes without thinking of what his fingers were capable of.
“Kamine, is it?”
Kamine jumped at the voice that came from the offshoot of a hall to her right. Clicking footsteps approached her, then the figure was illuminated clearly by a low-hanging sconce.
“Yes…” she said, unsure of exactly who she was speaking to.
She had never seen this woman before. She was tall, with long, golden brown hair that hung down in smooth waves. Her black dress barely reached her mid-thigh. It was the cold determination in her eyes that truly made Kamine hesitate.
The woman smiled. “Headmaster Dritoria has spoken so highly of your mother. I couldn’t wait to have a chance to meet you.” She assessed Kamine from her feet, up. “Look at you. You’re a darling.”
“Who are you?” Kamine asked.
“I’m Kestra. Assistant to Headmaster Dritoria.”
Oh, Kamine thought. She didn’t realize that role existed. To be fair, besides that first day and when Grimot publicly apologized to her, Kamine had barely seen the Headmaster at all. The professors seemed to run the place. It made sense, Kamine supposed, that Headmaster Dritoria needed help with her copious duties.
“I’m also the minister to the Weather Gods,” Kestra added as she cocked her head to the right.
