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Chapter 4
He didn't think he had ever looked forward more to a workday, especially one that promised to be long and tedious. Hundreds of books needed to be sorted, inventoried, entered into the computer system and arranged on the shelves alphabetically and by genre.
The mere thought of such work would be exhausting if he hadn’t known Emily would soon be joining him. Their encounter the night before had been exhilarating, and he hadn't been able to get the dark-haired submissive out of his head. It wasn't just her, though. The first chance to be himself as a Dom without fear of backlash had been more satisfying than he expected. He’d surprised himself, and he knew he had surprised her, too.
Leaning back on the intake desk, he sipped his coffee and watched the clock. He had told her to be here at ten a.m., and it was two minutes till. If she was late, he would have to punish her again, and he couldn't say he would be disappointed.
He was a little bummed when she breezed through the main library doors, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, with just a few seconds to spare. Gone was the shy, chastised submissive from the night before. Her eyes were bright, and they sparkled with what looked like challenging defiance as she stomped up to him and stared him down. His cock twitched and his palm itched. Working with her was going to be fun.
"Good Morning, Professor Rogers!" she chirped with an unnecessary and over the top amount of enthusiasm. She didn't blush or hesitate when she addressed him, feigning like their encounter the night before had never happened. That simply wouldn't do.
"Good Morning, Miss Vaughn," he responded sternly. "Do you have something for me?"
At once, all the bravado whooshed out of her and her shoulders fell. Color crept up her neck into her face.
"Yes, Sir," she answered softly, digging into her shoulder bag to retrieve the requested item. She barely looked at him as she placed it in his outstretched hand.
With a cat that ate the canary grin, he took it and placed it standing upright on the intake desk, where it would sit in plain view all day while they worked.
"Are you…" Emily stopped short of asking a question, then gulped, before starting again. "Are you really going to keep it as a souvenir?"
"Indeed. Unless of course, you don't behave today, in which case I may have to reinsert it."
He enjoyed watching the muscles in her neck contract as she gulped deeply. "Yes, sir."
"And, Miss Vaughn? I've also brought a little tube of icy hot in my pocket. It should add a nice little layer of burn to those cane marks should you be tempted to act up in any way."
“No, Sir. I'll behave, I promise."
"That’s a shame," he teased.
Her eyes narrowed and she tried not to smile. "I really don't like to be in trouble," she stated. "What Master Derek told you was true. I am generally well-behaved and not a troublemaker. That's what he told you, I heard him."
"That is what he said. Although, so far, that has not been my observation. You always seem to be teetering right on the brink of more trouble. Maybe I just bring out that side of you," he said with a wink.
Maybe indeed. Emily wasn't quite sure what it was about the mysterious and handsome professor, but he did seem to bring out an inner brat that she really hadn’t known she had. He also seemed to know just how to tame said brat, always one step ahead of her, bringing out her thirst for pain and punishment in a way nobody she’d met ever had.
And his punishments! They were truly erotic scenes come to life. It wasn't so much the punishments themselves; there was nothing too out of the ordinary about a cane or a butt plug, but the delivery and the extra aspects of humiliation he tacked on to them… She hadn't thought much of it when he’d referred to the Arabella Cole book as a one-handed read. She’d assumed he was simply making fun of her, but apparently, he not only knew the story, but he knew it well. Well enough to pinpoint the exact scene she had been masturbating to and bring it to life.
What other tricks would a man like that have up his sleeve? The thought scared her. Unlike most of the submissives and Littles here at the Ranch, this wasn't a stop-over for her on the way to something more. She definitely wasn't holding her breath waiting for Master Derek to find her forever Dom. She was happy to live here at the Ranch, living out her service submissive lifestyle by doing the work she was needed for, and occasionally getting other needs filled by scening with a visiting Dom or Mistress. Ones she never had to see again, or at least, not often.
Professor Rogers threatened all of that in a way she hadn’t experienced before, and she had just met the man. She needed to keep her distance, keep their relationship strictly a professional working relationship, and above all, resist the urge to engage.
Which was why, instead of answering his baiting comment in the manner he surely intended her to, she ignored it—and the giant butt plug suctioned to the intake desk—as she set down her shoulder bag and marched behind the desk to the computer.
"Let's get to work. It shouldn't take us more than a few days to get through all these books, which is good, because this is just a fraction of what needs to be done. After that we need to make a buy list, look up the pricing on all the books we need and submit our order to Master Derek. Then we’ll need to shop for furniture for the library and do the same thing, submit our price estimate and what will essentially be a wish list to Derek for approval. We’ll need more bookcases, tables and chairs, some lamps, some cozy seating, computers and computer desks, basically everything. And then when the books come in, all the new ones will have to be inventoried into the system, sorted and shelved alphabetically and by genre as well."
"Sounds like a huge undertaking."
"It is. That's why we really need to get down to business. There's no time to waste."
"Understood. No time wasting. All work. Or in other words, no masturbating between the bookshelves. Got it."
Emily couldn't help but scowl at the reminder of her transgression from the day before. "Oh, I see. You're never going to let me forget it. Got it. You know, Professor, traditionally one of the main tenets and benefits of this lifestyle is that being punished for one's transgressions allows you to feel forgiven so you can move on, not to be reminded of your mistakes at every opportunity."
She felt bad for her tone, and for the attitude with which she delivered the rebuke, but she couldn't help but take an unholy amount of satisfaction in leaving him speechless for a moment, just like he had done to her countless times the day before. When his jaw dropped and his mouth opened and closed like a fish, she felt absolutely giddy and all her resolve to keep it professional and have only a working relationship flew out the window.
"Close your mouth, professor," she admonished, quoting the same line he had used on her the day before, "fish out of water is not a becoming look on you."
