“Wait—”
I hang up before Quinn completes her sentence. The last thing I need is for her to chastise me for fraternizing with a student. It’s unethical at best and at the worst, dangerous.
“Come in,” I say in the direction of the door.
Phoenix steps inside, still dressed in yesterday’s tank top and underwear. She’s braless, and sunlight streaming in from the window makes the fabric almost transparent. My cock stirs to life and lengthens as my gaze sweeps down the gentle curves of her body, lingers over the white knickers hugging her bald pussy, and then continues down her shapely thighs.
“Feeling better?” I meet her doe eyes.
“Thanks for breakfast.”
“You’re welcome,” I reply, my voice deepening. “Now, turn around.”
She blinks.
I make a gesture with my finger. “Go on.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “Are you checking on my bruises?”
“Precisely.”
She wraps her arms around her middle and shuffles in a slow circle, making sure to pause long enough for me to see the pretty round globes are almost healed.
“You respond well to arnica gel,” I say. “By tomorrow morning, you’ll be ready for another spanking.”
Phoenix’s soft whimper makes my cock jump.
“Come here.” I beckon her over.
She licks her lips, the movement awakening something inside me that’s purely feral. When she kissed me yesterday, I wanted to devour her until she shattered. But not while she’d been drunk and not in control.
I’m not my father.
I’m not the type of man who would take advantage of a woman at her most vulnerable. It’s the reason why I cleared her most pressing financial obligations before giving her the option to take the money and to leave without strings or stay and become mine.
Now, I want her mouth.
She pads across the room, but as soon as she’s within reach, I pull her down on my lap.
“You racked up the punishments last night.” I wrap an arm around her waist and force myself to remain still as she writhes against my cock.
“What did I do?” her voice rises with feigned panic.
“I told you to stay away from that boy, yet I found you getting inebriated in his presence.”
“What?” she squawks. “I only went because Charlotte wanted me to, and the drink belonged to Axel—”
I give her a gentle swat on the thigh. “And the sass I got from you last night as I tried to pull you to safety.”
“Abduct me, you mean,” she says with a giggle that goes straight to my groin.
I give her thigh a tight squeeze, making her push back against my cock and groan. Now, it’s my turn to moan. I want to fuck her. Right now. But I won’t if she’s still hung over.
“How’s your head?” I murmur into her ear.
“Better,” she replies. “Still not a hundred percent.”
“A pity,” I growl. “I wanted to push forward my Sunday plans.”