Oh how beautifully she begged. I wanted to taint her more. I craved it like a druggie craved cocaine. She was my drug and I craved her more than anything.
“You can beg better than that, can’t you, Princess?” I crooned, stroking her cheek as if I was praising and humiliating her at the same time.
But she didn’t wince or pull away like I had imagined her to. Most women in her place would have. Unfortunately, I had been on the receiving end of disgusting looks and even a couple of slaps, even though I had explicitly explained about my kinks in the bedroom.
But not Mia.
No, she fucking leaned into my hand and nodded, “Yes, please fuck me, Daddy. I’ll do anything you want in return.”
I wasn’t expecting her to accept all my filthy wishes—wishes that she didn’t even know about yet agreed to.Oh how I ached to taint her.
“What a dirty thing to say to your Daddy, you naughty brat,” I said and pulled some space between us. It hurt not to touch her, but I needed to pull back from her cherry scent and her addictive soft skin.
“W-what happened?” Her eyes were half-lidded and if I asked to fuck her then and there, I was sure she would just nod prettily and spread her soft thighs welcoming me.
I was a sadistic sinner, but even I had my own limits.
“I promise to make you cum, Princess.” I kissed her forehead, and pulled back, “But not today.”
“No! That’s not fair.” She was angry and her eyes gleamed with frustrated tears.
Poor Princess.
“Behave and I’ll reward you soon,” I promised.
“How soon, Daddy?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Go to bed, Mia. It’s a school night.”
“Whatever. Go away.” She scoffed and looked away from me.
Oh, she was definitely a brat.
I smirked. I would have a fun time punishing her. “That’s the third time you forgot to address me, Princess. I’ll remind you of that when I punish you.” Her eyes widened when she noticed how serious I was about her punishment. “Goodnight, Princess.”
Before I closed the door to her room behind me, I heard her whisper, “Goodnight, Daddy.”
I took a deep breath and glanced down at the bulge pressing against my zipper.Fucking my fist, it is.
* * *
“And how wouldyou turn this paper into 3D?” I asked, holding the hard paper with a thick gsm.
Some students were leaning on the desk with a frown on their faces and the others were going through their notes as if an answer would appear to them magically.
“By folding it?” Mia asked, raising her hand.
“Almost correct answer.” I went back to my desk and taught them how to hold a cutter. A forty-five-degree angle, where to grip it and how to move it on the paper instead of pressing it.
I made a few cuts using a stainless-steel ruler for folding the paper and using the cutter. Once I was happy with my design, I passed it to my students.
“That’s how you turned a two-dimensional paper into three-dimensional.” As each one of them held it up to their face and moved it around, I explained to them about the open and closed spaces. Talking about negatives and positives.
“Now I can create whatever I want to with this space. For example, a bus stop with this roof acting as a shelter. I can put benches here and a few commercials here.” I pointed out each space and I was glad to see awed faces from the students. I had a similar expression on my face when my professor in college started teaching about space and how anyone could have fun with it and make anything out of it. It was both creative and a mentally stimulating exercise.
“Are you guys excited to try it?” I asked with a raised brow and a resonating ‘yes’ followed through the classroom. I grinned and helped them with the materials.
“You can do whatever you want for your first three tries, but you’ll have to explain to the entire classroom what you have built.”