“I want to punish you so you’ll remember it the next time you think I’m giving up on you.” His breath is hot against my cheek. “You think I’d risk my career or my brother’s campaign to just fuck around with my student?”

“No.”

“No, sweetheart. I can’t get you out of my goddamn mind.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Those are just words.” One of his hands finds my ass and he squeezes me over my sleep shorts. “I’d rather you show me how sorry you are.”

I pull back and frown at him. “How?”

His grin is wolfish. Decadent. Evil. “Your innocence is a temptation I’m obsessed with. I want to strip it away piece by piece.”

I’m not sure what that means, but I’m there for it.

“How do you feel about a spanking?”

I want to laugh in indignation, especially considering my stepfather smacked me today, but my pussy clenches. Warmth floods through me as images of Callum bringing his palm to my ass flash through my mind.

“Will it hurt?”

“Not terribly. Just a stinging reminder that I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay.”

He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips softly. “You can’t cry out. I don’t want anyone to hear.”

Levi’s music is vibrating through the walls like usual, so I know no one is going to hear.

“I’ll be quiet.”

“I believe you,” he murmurs. “Lie across the end of your bed and put your pretty ass in the air.”

I obey, shivering at his commanding tone.

“Do you wear these shorts around the house?” His words are icy. It’s on the tip of my tongue to lie, but he says he can tell.

“Sometimes if I’m running to grab a water from the fridge or something.”

He palms my ass. “Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. But…”

I tense up. “But what?”

“But you’re not allowed to anymore. Your legs are too pretty for your stepdad and stepbrother to see. Understand?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good, good girl.”

I’m not sure why I like his possessive edge, but I do. It makes me feel wanted and cared for. I’ll wear pants when I leave my room if he wants me to.

“Push your shorts and panties down,” he instructs. “Let me see your ass.”

My skin burns with embarrassment, but my desire to please him overrides it. With my face buried against my comforter, hiding my shame, I hook my thumbs into my shorts and panties before shoving them down my thighs. When I go to push it down more, he stops me with a gentle squeeze to one of my wrists.

“That’s good. Right there.” His fingers delicately dance over my naked flesh. “So creamy and white. Untouched.”

I squirm at his words.