Page 108 of The Headmaster’s Rule

But I can’t be that guy now.

With a deep breath, I straighten, checking she’s still okay, still willing, and she glances at me with dark, needy eyes, breathing hard. That’s when I realize this isn’t only for me, it’s for her, too. She needs this as much as I do. Needs me to step up and take charge for her, needs to know I can guide her, can be the pillar she can lean on. Since coming back from the city, she’s different. Even as it’s full steam ahead on the fundraiser, she’s more hesitant with me, more uncertain, and I can feel her need for me to be strong. To be there for her.

And I’ll do that however she needs.

I bring my hand down onto her ass with a loud crack, the sound echoing through the empty room. A split second later it’s followed by Eleanor’s gasp, then her moan.

“Yes,” she whimpers, a sound that goes straight to my dick.

“You shouldn’t have tried to kiss me,” I say roughly, striking her again, watching my red handprint bloom on her pale ass.

I kick her legs apart, the smell of her arousal filling my nose, and my fingers stray between her legs, finding her already wet. Wet and ready for me, and I’ve barely touched her.

I stroke her clit, savoring her moan as I push a finger inside her. Her slick grip makes my cock swell in my pants, eager to replace my finger. Not yet.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come,” I grate out. She quivers as I sink a second finger into her tight wet heat, knocking one of the metal stools beside the table. It clangs loudly through the room.

“And if I’m bad?” she rasps.

A dangerous chuckle rumbles from me. “You don’t want to be bad tonight, sweetheart. Not with the mood I’m in.”

“Yes, I do,” she breathes, glancing at me over her shoulder with a defiant expression, cheeks flushed. “I want to be bad. Just for you.”

I breathe out hard, cock twitching at the promise in her words. Just for me. That’s all I want. I want her all to myself, her and no one else. I want to claim her as my own, every single part of her.

Even the parts I’m not supposed to want.

“You know what bad girls get?” I ask, in a voice that’s low enough to border on threatening. A voice that makes her shiver.

“What?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“They get a finger in their ass.” I suck my index finger, moistening it, then lower it between her ass cheeks, finding the tight ring of muscle. She draws in a sharp breath of surprise, and I pause, waiting for a sign she’s comfortable with it. Her legs tremble, and I begin to pull away, but her next words stop me dead.

“What if I want more than a finger?”

Her eyes meet mine, expression somehow both daring and vulnerable, and I freeze. My balls tighten at her suggestion, dick leaking in my pants.

Holy fucking hell. She’s filthier than I thought.

And I love it.

I love that this woman gives me a reason to let go. She wants me in control here, but not in the way I usually am. Not in the way I need to be in every other aspect of my life. With Eleanor, I get to be the person I never get to be anywhere else. Hell, the person I didn’t even realize I needed to be.

But it’s more than that. It’s her trusting me, giving herself to me. It’s her needing me as much as I need her.

She falls quiet, a wisp of uncertainty eclipsing her bravado, as if she’s worried she’s said the wrong thing. I stare at her from under heavy lids, heart drumming, breath coming hard and fast.

“Don’t test me, Eleanor,” I warn. “Don’t say something you don’t mean.”

“I do mean it. I want…” She swallows, determination sparking in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me there.”

My control slips, and I groan, my head falling forward. God, I want that. I didn’t realize how much until she offered it, but I want to fuck her there, too. I want to claim her there. To make every single part of her mine.

“You’re sure?” I ask, voice like gravel.

“Yes.” A smile flickers over her lips. “Please.”

I chuckle at the absurdity of her manners, even when asking me to fuck her ass.