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Her eyes narrow as she tilts her head. “I don’t think you have it in you, Dr. Goode. You certainly didn’t do anything this morning when I threw a shoe at your head.”
I let out a threatening-sounding laugh. “Oh, don’t think I forgot about that, Miss Green.”
She chuckles haughtily. “I am not afraid of you.”
I take another step forward. “You should be.”
Fifteen
Sadie
Idon’t know if I’m supposed to be turned on right now, but I am.
Maybe it’s a pregnancy hormone thing. If you had told me a year ago that I would be getting hot and bothered by an arrogant man telling me what to do, I would have slapped you and called you wrong.
But here we are.
When Luke steps up to me, threatening me with this punishment that I so desperately crave, it feels like a game. I have to push his buttons. He wants me to. And I want to. The more I push, he pushes back, and we both play our roles to perfection. Which is why I raise my chin and utter a harsh “Fuck you” before turning on my heel and marching away.
Of course, I don’t get far. But, to be fair, I don’t want to.
He snatches me by the arm and hauls me toward him, dragging me across the living room toward the couch. Rather than bending me over it like he did in the classroom that day, he sits in the middle. My core tightens with arousal as he smacks his lap and mutters, “Lie down.”
I freeze with my lips parted. “What?”
“Across my lap now, Miss Green,” he says angrily.
It’s somehow even hotter than being folded over a desk, except now I’m suddenly realizing that I’m wearing a skirt. Which sort of takes this to a whole new level. And I’m not sure we’re ready for that. Because once I lie across his lap, my ass will be exposed and he’ll be touching it.
Is that what he wants? Is that what I want?
Because to be honest, if he puts me over his knee and slaps my ass, I can’t promise I won’t come right here in his lap. And that might be a little embarrassing if that’s not what we’re going for.
When I don’t move for a moment, he grabs me by the arm and tugs me down. As I drape my stomach over his legs, I realize it’s only a matter of time before I won’t be able to do this anymore. Eventually, my stomach will be too full.
God, what am I thinking? Are we even going to be doing this for that long?
I’m in my head too much right now.
But when Luke flips up my skirt, exposing the cotton underwear beneath, I feel him tense.
“You’re a brat. You know that, don’t you, Miss Green?” His voice is strained and a little hoarse.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“And brats deserve this, don’t they?”
“Yes,” I repeat.
“Say it, Miss Green. Tell me you deserve this.”
God, this is so hot I could die. “I deserve it,” I say.
“Tell me to punish you, you little devil.”
“Punish me,” I squeak. “Please, Dr. Goode. Punish me.”
When his hand grips the soft flesh of my ass, I squeeze my eyes closed because it’s all too much. He seems so in control and out of control at the same time. It’s erotic and exciting, but my mind is a mess—cleared only when his hand lifts from my backside and comes down with an echoing smack.
