“Wait... what?”
“Baby, I’m the professor; you’re the student. You don’t ask; you do. Now, clothes the fuck off!” he barked this time.
“But my parents, Xavier.”
“Phoebe, trust me. I’m not asking again. If you misbehave, your punishment will be worse, and I’m not talking about no damn standards either.”
I slowly began to take off my clothes. Once I was fully naked, he tossed me a bag. “Put it on.”
I reached into the bag, pulled out a piece of sheer orange lingerie, and put it on. The only thing it covered were my nipples while thebottom of it fell to the middle of my ass. “You look good, baby. Now let’s start class.”
I didn’t know what he was up to, and I was afraid to ask.
XAVIER
PRESSPLAY
Phoebe’s father agreed to let me use their property, which was pretty legit. They were under the impression we were doing an outside date night, but it was more than that. I was about to tear her little ass apart. I chose to be this far back especially so she could do all the moaning, yelling, and screaming she wanted to.
Phoebe and I were good together; she had a nigga sold since day one. Phoebe was the girl who, even with everything she had going on, could handle my sarcasm, my energy, and my heart. We weren’t a Chevy or Zaria or a Diamond or Yana, but we were our version of happy. Did I love her? Maybe. I was still learning what it was, but I knew she made me feel, and that was something I hadn’t done in a long time.
Phoebe was like a broken piece of glass, and it was me who was putting her back together piece by piece. If a nigga had to do it all over again, I would’ve still chosen her. Even though she had the world at her fingertips, a nigga wanted to give her the one thing she didn’t have:my heart.
I pulled my pointer out of the pocket of my lab coat and pointed it at the chair. “Sit.”
She sat in the chair, opening her legs wide to give me full visual access to her pretty-ass pussy. “Don’t be a fucking brown-noser,” I told her. “I don’t accept bribes. Tonight’s lesson is about chemicals that are related to love. I want the word and answer. If you get the answer wrong, you will be punished,” I started. “Choose a box.”
Phoebe rose from the chair and moved over to the table before grabbing one of the black boxes. I used my pointer to pull down the front of her sheer garment, letting her pierced nipples show.
“You got the goods, I see,” I muttered.
“You’re a naughty professor.” She grinned.
“You have no idea,” I said before pulling my paddle from under the cloth on the table.
Smack!
“Distraction!” I shouted as I slammed the paddle against the table.
Her eyes widened. “What the hell is that?”
I came around the table. “The punisher. Now open the box. Time is ticking.”
She smiled as she opened the box. “O? What does that mean?”
“Which chemicals start with an O and can be referenced to love?” I asked.
She stood there confused. “I-I—”
I pushed her head forward. “Bend that ass over.”
“No!” she shouted.
“Over, Phoebe. Baby, if you want me, you want this. Now, bend.”
Hesitantly, she bent over. I rolled the paddle in my hand before smacking her ass.
Smack!
