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Pure beauty and pure talent.

The woman’s a living, breathing, priceless treasure and she has no idea.

“Kneel,” I say. “Or you may as well go to the admissions office tomorrow and tell them you’re dropping out. We commit to tradition here at Darkbloom. Kneel or leave.”

“Fuck you,” she whispers.

The sting of my words leaves her face exquisite with pain. My cock hardens at her shaking lips and unguarded eyes. I’m getting a glimpse of the real her and it’s as good as I hoped.

Better even.

“Do you want to go back to your old life?” I ask. “Or do you want to stay?”

I wait.

The silence stretches until it feels like a drumroll.

Eventually she mutters, “I want to stay.”

Satisfaction surges through me. “Good girl. Then it’s time to kneel.”

Sadie’s natural resistance kicks back in.

She clears her throat and squares her shoulders. All trace of vulnerability vanishes from her features, except for the redness of her eyes.

“That’s demeaning,” she says.

“That’s the point.”

I can’t help teasing her. The fury in her eyes is too delicious.

“Has anyone ever told you what an arrogant jerk you are?” she asks.

Standing, I point to the floor in front of me. “Right here’s good.”

If looks could kill, I’d be dead. Her nostrils whiten and flare, and her teeth grind.

She’s probably debating just how badly she wants a better life. When she dreamed of coming to Darkbloom, I doubt those dreams included blatant submission.

“Ugh. Fine.” Sadie grabs her glass of whiskey. “Let’s get this over with.”

Drinking, she winces at the burn.

She gags afterward, making me wonder if I can resist ordering her to suck my cock while she kneels before me. I’m only human.

But the order I intend to give her is more creative than that, designed to mortify and arouse her equally.

I need the wall she’s built around herself to break open. She’s the crack in my armor, so I’m going to put a crack in hers. Fair’s fair.

There’ll be plenty of future opportunities for those pouty, full lips to slide around my cock. We can take our time.

Sadie’s eyes dart nervously to the door and I can practically hear her thoughts.

“No one will come in,” I say. “And nothing is recording you in here. No microphones or cameras.”

It’s even true. I’m not a complete degenerate.

Still wary, she gets up from the seat. “You can’t order me to touch you. Or to let you touch me. I don’t care what the rules say.”