By the end of the session, Olivia’s lips were swollen from his kisses, her body humming from his punishments and rewards. She couldn’t think about formulas anymore, her brain was filled only with the sound of his voice, the sting of his hand, and the sweetness of his lips.When Damien finally closed the book, he leaned back and studied her quietly. She sat trembling, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling quickly.“You did well,” he said softly.Her lips curved into a shaky smile, her heart still pounding. “Thank you.”He tilted his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “Do you understand the rules now?”Olivia swallowed hard, her body still trembling, and whispered, “Yes.”Whenever it was tutoring time, there was a tension humming in the air, a heat that seemed to cling to the walls, the furniture, the very space between them. This time, Julian stood at the door waiting for her to enter before he closed the door behind her with a click that sounded final, decisive. His gaze li
Olivia’s pulse quickened.“You will speak clearly. No hesitation.” His eyes locked on hers. “You will meet my gaze when I command it. You will not fidget unless I permit it. And when I say stop, you stop.”The silence that followed was charged, the air thick with something unspoken. Olivia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body betraying the storm inside her.Julian leaned back slightly, but his presence still filled the room. “Good,” he said softly. “That’s the beginning.”Then, flipping to the questions, he said, “What’s the formula for solving a quadratic equation?”Her mind scrambled, blanking even though she knew this one. She stuttered, “Um… it’s… x equals… no, wait… x equals...”“Wrong.”The word cut sharp, decisive.Before she could even finish, Julian’s hand slipped behind her, firm but not rough, and he delivered two sharp smacks against her butt.Olivia gasped, her whole body jolting forward. The sound of the spanks echoed in the room, but what shocked her more was the way
Olivia sat stiffly in the chair, her bag resting by her feet, her notebook open on the desk. She had been here countless times before, but that day felt different. The walls of Julian’s house looked the same, lined with tall bookshelves, worn leather bindings, the faint scent of old paper but the atmosphere was heavy, as though the silence itself had weight.Julian sat opposite her, his hands folded loosely, his gaze fixed on her in that way that always seemed to peel back her defenses. He had given her personal study assignments before, but that day, there was no preamble, no polite warmth in his tone.“You know why you’re here,” he said softly.Olivia swallowed, her throat dry. She nodded, trying to hide the nervous flutter in her chest.“To learn,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.His lips curved in something that was not quite a smile. “Not just to learn, Olivia. To obey. To grow beyond the classroom.”The way he said it, measured, deliberate, sent a current of conf
The afternoon sun was beating down as Olivia packed up her books after class. She was exhausted, her mind still spinning from the last study session with Julian. He had pushed her hard again, quizzing her on equations until she thought her brain might burst. But she didn’t complain, she couldn’t. Every time he leaned forward, every time his voice dropped low and steady, it did something to her she didn’t want to admit.She slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped out into the courtyard, weaving past clusters of students hanging around under trees. That was when she heard them. Two girls, leaning against the stone wall by the fountain, voices low but sharp enough to carry.“Honestly, I don’t know how she puts up with him,” one said, rolling her eyes. “Julian is too much. He treats people like soldiers in boot camp, not students.”The other girl scoffed. “Exactly. He’s strict to the point of being scary. Always barking orders, always demanding perfection. I’d rather fail than have hi
“Again,” Julian said firmly, his deep voice carrying no room for excuses. “Solve it. You have thirty seconds.”Olivia swallowed hard, her palms sweaty against the notebook. She bent over the question, her brain racing, her heart thudding. The way he sat across from her, hands folded, waiting for her to either fail or succeed, made her feel like she was under a spotlight.“Twenty seconds,” Julian’s voice cut through her silence, making her hands tremble.Her pencil scratched furiously on the page. She thought she had the answer, but the way he stared: calm, unblinking, controlled, made her second-guess herself.“Five… four… three…”“Wait...wait, I got it!” Olivia said quickly, blurting out her answer, almost shouting.Julian leaned forward, glanced at the paper, then raised an eyebrow. “Close. But not correct. You rushed.”Her shoulders slumped, and she pressed her lips together in frustration. “You keep rushing me with the time! I can’t think straight when you’re counting down like th
“You feel intimidated by me.”Olivia’s eyes widened. She wanted to deny it, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she whispered, “Yes.”Julian let the silence hang for a moment before replying. “Good.”Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. “Good?”“Yes.” He straightened, his tall frame casting a shadow across her notebook. “That fear you feel, it means you’re paying attention. It means you’re taking this seriously and that’s exactly what you need.”Olivia frowned, her brows furrowing. “I don’t understand…”Julian tapped the notebook with his pen, his eyes still locked on hers. “You need structure, Olivia. Rules. Discipline. Without them, you wander. You procrastinate. You look for excuses. But with them, you thrive. You don’t even realize it yet, but that’s why you’re improving...because I don’t let you drift.”His words sank deep, pressing against the insecurities she carried every day. He was right. She knew he was right. Before him, her nights were endless loops of distr