Yes.“No.”
“Exactly.” He sets the now empty glass down on the desk.
“Can I maybe do some extra credit?” I ask.
He rubs his index finger over his bottom list. “Any type?” he questions.
My stomach knots. “Yes.” He reaches down and I hear a drawer open, papers rustling until he pulls out a thick stack of papers. “What is that?”
He motions me over with a wave of his hand. “Come here.”
My body reacts of its own accord, his ashy eyes catching fire when I listen, walking to the front of his desk. Picking up the papers. My eyes freeze at the top of the document. “A nondisclosure agreement, but why would I need that?”
“Because you want to pass my class and I want to fuck you.”
I laugh a little. “Excuse me?” I ask.
His eyes narrow. “We both know I do not repeat myself. If you’d listen the first time, maybe you wouldn’t be failing my class.” He cracks his neck.
“And if I say no?” I don’t want to say no, but I can’t look too eager.
“Then you fail my class.”
I swallow, looking back up to him. “You want to…”
“Fuck you, Callum. Yes, very much.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, no hint that he feels wrong about this.
“Do you have a pen?” I hear myself ask. Telling myself it’s for my grade, knowing it’s because I want to.
“Before you sign, I want to go over some things.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Take a seat.” He leans over his desk, resting his head on his steepled hands. “Do you understand what a nondisclosure agreement is?” I bite my lip, nodding. “You can never tell anyone about this, is that clear, Callum?” I nod again, wondering whether this is real life or if I somehow stepped on the set of an R-rated movie. “Now, are you comfortable with being punished?” He rises, walking around the desk, leaning against it, hands curling around the edge. “Degradation, humiliation?” I nod, and his body grows taut, jaw tightening. “Wearing my hand as a goddamn neckless?” I shiver, and nod. He walks to me, assaulting me with his scotch-flavored scent. He cages me to the couch with his hands, leaning into my face. “Are you going to be my good little slut?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly. My body heats, trembling from the words that cause a strange sensation inside of me. It awakens something I never knew was there.
“Are you ready to submit to me completely, Doll Face?”
The pet name, although new, has a way of making my body break out into goose bumps. “Yes, Mr. Boyd.”
He leans back, looking between my eyes. He nods, walking away from me and returning to his chair. He pours more scotch, dropping three ice cubes into the glass. “Rules.” I sit up straighter at his sharp tone. “You will wear dresses or skirts when you’re in my company.”
“Even at school?” I ask.
His ashy eyes catch mine, dark intent sparkling in their depths. “Especially at school. No panties underneath.”
No panties? It’s unreasonable for school, I won’t be following that order, but I won’t tell him that. “Fine.”
“You will spend weekends at my house, all weekend, starting from Fridays at five p.m. sharp, unless told otherwise.”
I frown. “Sometimes I have volleyball games on Friday. Most are out of town.”
“Then show up after. And get me a schedule.” I nod. “Now, Miss Madison, you understand this isn’t a relationship? There are no dates, no sleeping in the same bed. I want to fuck you, break you, fix that bratty mouth of yours. That’s all this is. You understand?”
My lust dilutes at his words. Causing my chest to ache and for some reason, it hurts. But I brush away the slamming of overwhelming feelings. And trust me, there is a lot of mixed feelings happening. I nod slightly, looking over to the thin book on his desk.The Ravenby Edgar Allan Poe. “Good, you may come sign this document if you do not have any more questions.” That pulls my attention back to him.
“Have you done this before? With other students?” I blurt out.