Chapter 4

Arlari's POV

My legs locked tightly.

His fingers tapped lightly against my thigh, patient, like he had all the time in the world to wait for me to obey.

“Do not make me repeat myself.”

My throat went dry. Slowly, I parted my thighs. The robe slid further open, the silk nighty riding high enough to feel the cool air graze places I had only been touched at once.

One finger of his traced the line of my thong, dragging along the edge until it brushed over the soft, swollen place I had been clenching shut.

A gasp ripped out of me before I could hold it.

He hummed. “Already wet.”

Shame burned my cheeks. My body betrayed me.

“I didn’t—” My voice cracked.

His thumb pressed more firmly against my clit, rolling it in a small circle. My back arched before I could stop myself, my nails digging into the fabric of his trousers.

“Oh…” The sound ripped out of my throat.

His finger slid lower, pressing against the thin barrier of the thong. It was soaked through already.

He let out a dark chuckle.

“Eight spanks, and you drip like this. Tell me, little one, do you enjoy the pain I give you?”

My teeth sank into my lip.

His hand stilled. “Answer.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

“Good girl.”

The praise hit harder than the spanks.

He slid the thong aside, baring my folds to his eyes completely. His fingers then parted me, spreading me open until I thought I might die from the humiliation of it.

“Flawless,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You obeyed the instructions perfectly.”

My nails dug deeper into his thigh.

“Stay still,” he commanded. His hand pressed on my lower back to pin me in place while he stretched my folds open, hooking my right leg on his shoulder and the other far apart.

I was redder than red.

“Tell me your colors,” he said suddenly.

“M-my… colors?”

“Yes.” His finger flicked my clit with maddening precision.

“Green if you want to continue. Yellow if it’s too much. Red if you want me to stop completely. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

He trapped my swollen bud between two of his fingers and tugged on it.

“Color, little one?”

“Green!” I cried out. “Green, Sir!”

He hummed again, satisfied.

“Good. Now be a good sub and take everything I give you.”

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Before I could steady my breath, he shifted me with effortless strength. One moment I was bent across his lap, the next I was straddling him, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his thighs.

My robe had long slipped away. His hand caught both of my wrists and pinned them high above my head with one palm. It felt like I was being apprehended by handcuffs.

The other hand dragged my thong aside again, baring me fully against the hard press of his trousers.

I swallowed, and my rosy cheeks reddened further with the grace of a fully ripe tomato.

“Look at me,” he said.

I tried, but his gaze was too sharp. My lashes fluttered as heat spread everywhere his body touched mine.

“How many times have you been intimate to completion withsomeone?”

“O-once,” I admitted.

“Once?” His brows lifted, amused.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And who was he?”

The shame curled up my spine. My body tensed, but his grip on my wrists didn’t budge.

“M-my high school crush,” I stammered.

My voice cracked into a half-moan as his fingers found my clit again, rubbing rough circles that made me quake.

“Ah—” I gasped.

He studied me like I was a puzzle only he had the right to solve.

“Tell me about him.”

“H-he was… older. Taller. He used to… ahh—he used to wait for me after class.” My words trailed off into a whimper as his pace quickened.

“And?” he pressed, thumb skimming my leaking entrance.

“He….mmnh—kissed me once, behind the lab. It didn’t, it wasn’t…” My head tipped back, a moan breaking through my teeth as two of his fingers sank inside me.

“Not enough?”

“N-no, Sir,” I gasped. “It wasn’t anything like—ahh—this.”

He thrust slowly, curling his fingers until sparks shot down my spine. His thumb never left my clit, pressing and circling, making me tremble so hard I thought my knees might give out.

“Eyes on me, little one,” he ordered.

I forced them open, staring into his dark gaze even as tears pricked from the intensity. His stare pinned me down harder than his hand on my wrists.

“You are wetter than any sub I’ve trained,” he murmured, surprise evident in his tone.

“Please—” My hips bucked against his hand.

Grave mistake.

The moment I showed my desperation, he pulled his fingers away from me.

A cry tore out of me before I could swallow it down. “Sir! Please!”

“Patience.” His lips brushed close to my ear. “A good sub doesn’t demand. She begs properly.”

My face burned hotter, my body clenched around nothing, wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Sir,” I whispered, trembling. “Please, please touch me again. I’ll be good, I promise.”

His thumb slid lazily over my soaked entrance, smearing me open but not pressing in. “Better. But you’ll have to learn how to really beg if you want to be rewarded.”

Then, without warning, he plunged back into me.

Fuck.

“Tell me,” he said. “This high school crush. Did he ever make you feel like this?”

“N-no, Sir,” I moaned. My thighs trembled, clenching around him as he slipped three fingers inside me in one thrust.

It burned, but it stretched so good.

He slid his fingers deeper in, harder this time, shoving until his knuckles pressed against me. My entire body shuddered. My breasts grazed his chest, nipples straining under the thin silk.

My hips thrashed against his hand, searching for more.

I leaned forward, unable to help myself, my lips wanted his. But at the last moment, he turned his face away, letting my mouth graze only his jaw.

“Not yet,” he muttered.

Shame flooded my cheeks.

And then, his fingers curved, jamming that spot inside me. My body arched so violently I thought I might break.

But before my pussy could mine out its juices—

A scream came from the other side of the door.