Bend me over, Professor
"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want."
"And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment.
His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out."
He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it.
“Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.”
My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed.
The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.
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