Chapter 6

She should've run. He should've made her. 

Instead, Isa took a few small steps towards Theodore, making her way around his desk. It was too slow a pace for the professor, whose arousal and adrenaline had thrown his judgment out the window. 

When Isa was finally at arm's length away, Theodore wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her forwards over his knee. Before Isa could even process what was happening, Theodore muffled her cry with a strong hand over her mouth.

Theodore always practiced self-control. 

Not today. Not with Isa. 

Isa's skin felt like it was a thousand degrees as pleasure pooled between her legs. Theodore had hardly touched her. With one hand covering her mouth, the other was on the small of her back, balancing her. 

All she could hear and feel was his measured, controlled breathing and the coolness of his belt buckle against her side. It was so, so wrong but Isa wanted this bad. 

"Promise to be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" Theodore's hardened voice was ecstasy to Isa's ears. Isa nodded as best as she could and Theodore slowly released her mouth to make sure she didn't make any sudden noises. He wasn't particularly in the mood to explain this situation to his colleagues in the next few rooms - as much as he wanted her cries to fill his office.

Theodore hesitated, which he rarely did. But the professor was treading on a very thin line and he knew he had to be careful. 

"Is this what you want?" His voice was barely a whisper to Isa, who lay over him, her face reddening. 

Isa, on the other hand, didn't hesitate for a second. 

"Yes."

With the same hand he used to shut her up, Theodore aggressively fisted a handful of Isa's hair. Isa pursed her lips to conceal a cry, which escaped as a pitched whine. She knew her mistake. 

"You will address me as 'sir'. If you don't, I will make this much more unpleasant than it needs to be." 

"I understand, sir."

Theodore gently released Isa's hair and she let a short-lived sigh of relief escape her lips. Theodore brushed some of Isa's hair to the side so he could gauge her reactions as he continued. With her dress already promiscuously short, Theodore only had to adjust it slightly to expose herself to him. 

He let his index finger slip between her lace thong and her skin, slowly tracing along her hip. He restrained himself from ripping it off her. 

"If you need this to stop, just say so," Theodore informed, now trailing his finger up and down Isa's smooth leg at a tantalizing pace. Isa took in a small gasp, her body begging for the action to be moved somewhere more intimate. She had never encountered a man with this much control over her own pleasure. 

"Why am I doing this, Isa?" Theodore asked. He could feel his erection stiffen under Isa as he felt her body respond to him in the subtlest of ways. 

"Because..." 

Suddenly, Isa could feel it too, her words now faltering. 

Theodore knew he was practically overwhelming Isa's senses to the point it wasn't plausible for him to expect a coherent response. Still, he wasn't going to go that easy. 

Isa felt a sharp slap on her thigh, the stinging aftereffect going straight to her core. Her reflexes forced her to lurch forward away from the source of the pain - but she couldn't get far. 

Theodore gathered Isa's wrists with one hand and pinned them down to hold her still, as he squeezed her ass with the other. Isa let out a humiliating moan. 

"I am not a very patient man, Isa. When I ask a question, I expect a response." 

"Because I taunted you, sir," Isa hurriedly let out as a response. She braced for impact if it was the wrong answer, but was instead rewarded with Theodore's grip on her pinned wrists loosening ever so slightly. 

"You're making my job as your professor very difficult, Isa. I take my job seriously. I also take my... extracurriculars seriously as well. If this is what you want, I'll give it to you. Now, tell me what you want, Isa?"

It was humiliating, but Isa had no second guesses. "Please spank me, sir."

Theodore hummed in approval, not yet giving Isa what she so desperately desired. He had noticed her arousal glistening between her legs more as each second went by. Her sensitivity amazed him - and severely turned him on. 

Theodore reached over, grabbing Isa's assignment to take a glance before setting it back down. "I took 15 marks off. I'll round that up to 20 because I want to see your ass red."

It wasn't a question, but Isa responded anyway. "Yes, sir."

Isa had to conceal her cries out at the harsh impact of Theodore's palm, instead filling the air with soft moans and gasps. Each strike stung, heating and scorching the skin under it after each hit. The pain filtered itself through a dark part of Isa and manifested as intense pleasure. 

Theodore was ruthless, not giving Isa any time to recover or catch her breath. The office was filled with the melody of harsh skin-to-skin contact and feminine cries. 

Every time Isa shifted or squirmed under Theodore's hand, he tightened his grip on her relatively thin wrists and exerted more of his weight on her petite frame. Isa swore she would have bruises. 

Suddenly, instead of a sharp sting, Isa felt gentle caressing. Theodore's breathing had turned more ragged as his inner sadist completely overtook him.

"How many are we at, Miss Blaire?" Theodore asked in a rough voice. Isa's heart stopped when she realized she hadn't been keeping count. 

Fuck. "Please, sir..."

"Then we have to start over, don't we?" Theodore restrained Isa further as she moved in protest. "Is that what you want?"

Isa fell still. She remembered her professor's earlier words. She could simply say stop and it would be over. But Isa didn't want it to stop. With the faintest, sinister smile on her lips Isa replied. "More, sir."

Theodore felt a flame in him erupt as he finally saw the masochist in Isa come to life. He knew in that moment, deep down, this was not going to be their last encounter. He wouldn't allow it. 

She's mine. 

Isa absorbed all the pleasure she could from the rest of her punishment. Her ass was sore and raw, the pain starting to seep into the muscle and surrounding bone. 

Theodore couldn't help himself. He had to know. Without warning, easily inserted two fingers into Isa's wet entrance. 

"You're drenched, whore."

From the derogatory comment alone much less the physical intrusion, Isa's loudest moan escape her mouth, tempting Theodore to fill it with something else. 

"Sir, please don't stop..." 

Isa was so close... so, so, so close...

She whined at the loss of his presence down there and was returned with another sharp slap on her ass. Isolated from the previous and continuous onslaught, this one stung. Hard. 

"You will not come without my permission." Theodore's order was clear as glass. "And don't whine."

"Sir, may I please..." 

Isa pled as sweetly as she could. She was aching for a release that she knew deep down was going to be denied. 

And she was right. 

Theodore pulled Isa's dress down, her sensitive skin burning against the cheap fabric. He then pulled her upright, letting Isa fall to her knees next to his chair. Her hair cascaded down, some of it sticking to the back of her neck which was beaded with sweat. 

Theodore pushed a few strands away from Isa's face. He mockingly caressed her face and tilted her chin up so she met his eyes. 

"No." Theodore maintained eye contact, reading Isa's expression of hunger and arousal. He was fully intoxicated - not letting a drop of her poison go to waste. 

"This is what you're going to do, Isa. Go to your party, meet up with your friends, go get wasted - find someone who will give you the release you so desperately want. I say this because I know you won't. You'll come begging back to me."

And Isa did just that.