CHAPTER 5 - Emery

I didn't move.

I couldn't. My body was frozen, caught between every instinct screaming at me to run and something deeper, something I'd never felt before, urging me to stay.

No one had ever wanted me. Not even my own mate. At least not like this. Not with the kind of raw, undeniable desire I could still feel behind me.

But he was my professor. Could I do this? Could I let this man, this stranger, see me the way no one else ever had?

I almost regretted talking back.

Almost.

"I won't repeat myself," Felix said. His voice was calm. Measured. But there was an edge to it that made my stomach flip.

‘You have two options.’ My wolf's voice cut through the chaos in my mind. ‘You run. Or you finally feel something we've lacked all our lives.’

I wanted to run. I wanted to flee this room, this man, this terrifying possibility and pretend none of this had happened.

But I also wanted him to touch me. To fuck me. To take something no one had ever desired to take.

I just… I just needed to be craved.

Slowly, my hands moved to the hem of my dress. My fingers trembled as I gripped the fabric. I pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor.

I stood before him in my bra and panties. Pink lace. The only nice underwear I owned. I'd bought them hoping, stupidly, pathetically hoping, that maybe, just maybe, my mate would see them one day.

Ohh well, I guess that was not happening.

Felix's silver eyes swept over me. "Turn around," he said softly.

I hesitated, then obeyed. I turned slowly, giving him a full view of my body. My stomach. My thighs. Every part of me I'd spent years hating.

"Your bra," he said. "Take it off."

My hands moved to the clasp. I fumbled with it, my fingers trembling so badly I could barely work the hooks. Finally, it came loose. I let it fall to the floor.

I stood before him completely bare from the waist up. My breasts felt heavy, exposed. My nipples tightened in the cool air, and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Felix walked toward me. His footsteps were slow.  He stopped in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

His hands came up, and I flinched. But he didn't hurt me. He cupped my breasts.

I gasped. His palms were warm against my skin, calloused and rough in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through my body. He squeezed gently, testing the weight of them, and I moaned despite myself.

"So soft," he murmured. "So full. Do you know how long I've wanted to touch you like this?"

I shook my head, unable to form words.

"Since the moment I saw you walk into this place," he said. His thumbs found my nipples, circling them slowly, and I gasped again.

His thumbs pressed down, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The sensation was electric, shooting straight to my core. I felt my knees weaken.

"Look at you," he said, his voice low and rough. "So responsive. So sensitive. Have you ever been touched like this?"

"No," I whimpered. "Never."

"Good." He pinched my nipples gently, and I cried out.

He played with my breasts for what felt like hours. Squeezing. Massaging. Rolling my nipples between his fingers until I was panting, my body aching with need.

"You're wet," he observed. "I can smell you. Can feel the heat coming off your cunt."

I couldn't deny it. I was dripping, my thighs slick with arousal. Every touch made me want more. Need more.

"P-pleaseee," I breathed.

"Please what?"

"I-I need-" I swallowed hard. "I need more."

Felix smirked. "More what?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. The words were too embarrassing, too desperate.

"You'll tell me when you're ready," he said. "But first, I need to teach you a lesson."

He stepped back. His hands left my breasts, and I nearly cried out at the loss of contact.

"Go to my table," he said. "Bend over. Grip the other edge."

I walked to his desk on shaking legs. The mahogany was cold against my belly as I bent over and gripped the far edge. My pink lace panties were on full display for him. 

I heard him move behind me. Felt his presence as he closed the distance. His finger hooked the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. They slid over my hips, my thighs, pooling at my ankles.

The cool air hit my exposed skin, and I shivered.

I held my breath, waiting.

I wondered if he was going to put his fingers inside me. I could feel my wetness already, slick and embarrassing. I hoped he couldn't see it. I hoped he couldn't tell how much I wanted this.

Who was I kidding? He can literally smell it. 

But he didn't touch me there. Instead, his hands found my sore ass cheeks. He massaged them slowly, kneading the soft flesh. The sensation was surprising, gentle, almost soothing.

"You have such a beautiful ass," he said, his voice warm. "Full and round and perfect. Do you know how many men would kill for a woman like you?"

I shook my head. I didn't believe him. How could I?

"This ass," he continued, squeezing gently, "deserves to be worshipped. Not punished. But you’ve been a bad girl."

His hands left my skin. A hard smack came down on my right ass cheek.

I cried out. The sting bloomed across my skin, sharp and shocking. But somehow… it made me wetter.

"That was for calling yourself disgusting."

Another smack. My left cheek this time. I gasped.

"That was for talking back."

A final smack across both cheeks. I cried out again, my legs nearly buckling. My ass felt sore, but my pussy was dripping. His large palm had inflicted a strange mix of pain and pleasure that left me breathless.

"And that," he said, his voice dropping to something darker, "was for delaying when I told you to strip."

I felt his hands return to my sore cheeks. He massaged them gently, soothing the sting. The contrast between the pain and the tenderness made my head spin.

"From now on, if I ask you to do or not do something, you listen. Understood?"

I nodded frantically.

"Words, hun."

"Y-yes. Y-yes, I will." The words tumbled out, broken and desperate.

"Good girl." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Are you wet?"

"No," I lied.

A hard smack came down on my ass again. I cried out, the sting mixing with the ache of arousal.

"Don't ever lie to me again."

Tears pricked at my eyes. I nodded quickly.

"Now," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Are you wet?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, I am."

"How wet?"

"S-so w-wet." My voice cracked. I couldn't believe I was admitting this.

"Do you want my fingers inside that dripping cunt of yours?"

"Yes."

"Beg."

The word hit me like a physical blow. I'd never begged for anything in my life. I'd learned early that begging got you nowhere. All it did was give people more power over you.

But right now, I wanted to. I wanted to so badly it ached.

"Please," I whispered.

"Please what?"

"P-please-" I swallowed hard. "P-please put y-your fingers inside m-me."

I couldn't believe how needy I sounded. But heavens did I need to feel his fingers in my pussy.

"Spread your legs, hun."