At His Mercy: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (4 page)

His eyes
raked over her body, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks under his
scrutiny. She looked up into his hazel eyes. They darkened as his gaze dropped
to her tight sweater and below to her short, pleated skirt. Heat pooled between
her legs, and she bit her lip. God, he was sexy.
How does he do this to me when he’s acting so cold?

He stepped
closer, towering over her. “Maybe a punishment is in order. Perhaps that will
improve your memory.”

She
shivered at his tone, low and dangerous. “A punishment?”

He raised
an eyebrow.

Shit.
“I mean, a punishment, Professor?”

He ran a
hand over his lips, looking her over once again. “Yes, I think so. You
definitely need to learn some discipline.”

Without
saying a word, he crossed the room and pulled down the shade on his office
door. The lock snapped shut.

“Professor,
I-“

“Silence.”

She closed
her mouth as he turned slowly around.

“You will
be quiet until I tell you to speak.”

He walked
around her in a slow circle, his brow knitted in concentration. She had to urge
to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed. The way he was staring
unnerved her. What was he going to do? The building was usually empty at this
time of night except for janitors and the occasional student teacher grading
papers. Would anyone hear her if she screamed? She crossed her arms over her
chest.

“No. Hands
at your sides until I decide what’s to be done with you.”

She
complied, moving her hands to her sides even as she wondered if she should make
a break for it. He stopped behind her. She could feel his hot breath on her
neck. Despite her anxiety, she wanted to reach back and touch him, to run her
hands over those strong thighs, but she held still, her hands balled into
fists.
What is wrong with me?

“You’re a
very beautiful girl, Emily, but looks won’t get you anywhere in this world.”

He swept
her dark hair over her shoulder, and she trembled beneath his rough fingertips.
His thumb trailed over her throat.

“A girl
like you needs discipline. Isn’t that right? You may speak.”

She was
breathless. Just that simple touch made her pussy throb. She should be afraid,
not turned on, but she couldn’t help her body’s response to this man.

“Yes,
Professor.”

“Good,” he
whispered in her ear. “It’s something you crave, isn’t it, when you’re alone
with your thoughts? Something you’ve wanted for a long time…”

She
suppressed a moan at those words. The power behind them filled her with
longing. She’d fantasized about him for so long. Wanted him to do whatever he
wanted with her, but she could never bring herself to tell him. He was her
Professor. She thought he’d never look at her the way she looked at him.

“Yes…
Professor.”

He wrapped
his hand gently through her hair, then gave it one sharp yank. “Do you trust me
to give it to you?”

She
gasped. Did she trust him? The heat between her legs said she did.

“I trust
you, Professor.”

“Very
good.” He moved away from her, and the air behind her felt cold and empty.
“Bend over my desk, Emily. Put your hands flat in front of you, and hold
still.”

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At His Mercy

By

Delilah Fawkes

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At His Mercy

Copyright 2012 by 
Delilah Fawkes

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