A ripple of excitement travels down my spine. That had been such an alpha move. And when Professor Segul pinned me to the desk, I nearly climaxed.
Sure, I’d been terrified. The man is darkness incarnate with vivid eyes that flicker hotter than any flame. But it only took a moment to realize I was the one who held the power.
Professor Segul is mine.
And there isn’t a thing he can do about it.
I reach number 79 and cross a black-and-white-tiled walkway that connects the street to the front door. There are railings on either side and a one-story drop to a basement level. I try to peer through the blinds for a glimpse of his playroom, but I can’t see a thing.
No matter. I’ll get the guided tour after dinner.
My stomach chooses that moment to rumble, and I press the heel of my hand into my belly and try to assure it of the upcoming sustenance.
My pussy tingles with impatience, and I squeeze my thighs together, assuring her that Professor Segul is more than capable of satisfying our needs.
I ring the doorbell, step back, and raise my wine bottle and my chin.
That’s how I’ll enter the home of my sugar daddy. Proud and in charge. I make a list of all the ways Professor Segul can service me. First, I want him to scoop me in his arms, then a light spanking before he forces me on my knees to suck his cock.
My mouth waters, and warmth pools low in my belly. This is about to be the hottest night of my life.
Two houses down, a woman approaches her house, stops at the front door, and casts me a lingering glance.
My skin itches beneath the raincoat. I turn to stare her down until she disappears into her house.
Where is Professor Segul?
I ring the doorbell again.
Still no response.
My jaw clenches. If he’s ignoring me—
“Marius Segul,” I yell loud enough for the crabs on the beach. “Let me in. We had an arrangement.”
I slam the brass door knocker onto the strike plate, making a racket. “Professor! Let. Me. In.”
The woman from two doors down steps out of her house and folds her arms across her chest. “May I help you?”
“No,” I snap, just as the neighbor on the other side of the woman’s house steps out to take a look. “Mind your own business.”
“It’s hard when you’re screaming at the top of your voice. Do I need to call the police?”
My jaw tightens.
She wouldn’t dare.
“Go on then.” I shake the wine bottle. “But I’ll be gone before they arrive.”
Behind me, the door opens. I whirl around to find Professor Segul standing in the hallway wearing very little except for a pair of leather pants.
The expression on his handsome features is thunderous—lowered brow, tightened lips, and smoldering eyes. Stubble covers his cheeks, giving him an air of danger that makes the muscle of my core clench.
“What do you want?” he says in a voice as deadly as it is cultured.
The pulse behind my clit quickens, and my knees want to collapse in on themselves so I can prostrate at his feet. But I’m the one in control, not him.
Raising my chin, I stride through the door with the confidence of a woman who owns the house, because with the information I have against Professor Segul, I own him.