Page 131 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
“And who would that be?” she taunted, her leg swinging as it crossed the other.
“Miss Lautner, this is your one and only warning,” he said roughly. “You back-talk me one more time and you will be punished.”
She rolled her eyes. “As if.”
I fought the urge to laugh because that was a completely juvenile move, but it definitely served its purpose.
Edge marched over, gripped Jamie by the arm, and pulled her from her chair. She pretended to struggle, attempting to pull away from him as he dragged her to the front of the room.
He turned her to face him. “You have two options,” he stated harshly. “You can write ‘I know exactly who my Dominants are, and I will not back-talk them now or in the future’ five hundred times.”
He paused for effect, and again, I was trying not to laugh.
“Or you can take ten swats with my crop.”
Her eyes widened and she glanced over at the chalkboard as though five hundred lines was even an option. When she turned back to him, she offered a slight smirk.
“I’ll take the swats, Sir.”
“Professor,” he clarified, leaning in and brushing his lips against hers in a move that was certainly not part of the scene. His voice lowered to barely a whisper. “Call me Professor, sweetness.”
That seemed to melt her. “I’ll take the swats, Professor.”
Hell, at this point, I was willing to take the swats because … holy fuck.
NINETEEN
EDGE
ALTHOUGH I HAD INTENDED FOR JAMIE TO learn a lesson from the two scenes we had witnessed, I hadn’t expected to learn one myself.
But I had.
A big one.
It was while watching Chaos and Nash with Miss Frazier that I realized I wasn’t looking for the type of relationship Ian and Isaac were. I didn’t want a full-time submissive, I wanted a relationship that fit well with my current lifestyle. An intimacy with someone I could talk to, listen to. One who would support me and help me work through the problems of the day.
More accurately, two people who made me happier than I’d ever been in my life.
I wanted Cav and Jamie.
As Jamie leaned over the desk, I smiled to myself.
Sure, I also wanted this. The role-playing that came with this lifestyle. A chance to enjoy ourselves, explore our sexualities and one another.
“Lift your skirt,” I commanded. “You’ll get the swats on your bare ass.”
Jamie’s hands came down and she flipped up the skirt, revealing her sexy ass. A soft growl escaped me as lust stirred in my veins.
“Is there a reason you’re not wearing panties in class, Miss Lautner?”
She didn’t respond, but I could hear her breaths, heavy and rapid, signaling the lust building.
I smacked the desk with the crop. “Answer me!”
“No, Professor. There’s no reason.”
I allowed one hand to brush over her smooth skin. “So you did this to taunt me?”
“I … uh … no, Professor.”
I smacked her ass with the crop.
Jamie moaned.
“Then why did you do it?”
“I don’t know, Professor.” There was a plea in her tone.
“Do you fantasize about me, Miss Lautner?” I asked, slipping deeper into the role of teacher. “Do you sit at your desk and think about all the dirty things I could be doing to you?”
She didn’t answer.
I swatted her again.
“Yes, Professor. Yes,” she squealed. “I think about you. You and Professor Cavanaugh.”
Cav’s deep rumble had me looking at him. He had enjoyed her acknowledging him.
“And what do you think about?” I probed.
More silence.
I smacked her again, this time on the other lovely butt cheek.
She whimpered, squirmed. “I think about the two of you … fucking me.”
“Naughty girl,” I rasped, leaning down close to her ear as I cupped her ass with my hand.
Letting my fingers dip between her thighs, I grazed her clit.
“Professor,” she moaned softly. “Please…”
I removed my hand, swatted her ass again. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Is that a request?” I smacked her twice, alternating between both luscious globes. “Or a command?”
“Request,” she whimpered. “Please, Professor Edge. I need you and Professor Cavanaugh to fuck me.”
I caught Cav’s gaze, nodded.
He stepped forward. “Stand up, Miss Lautner.”
With our assistance, she got to her feet.
“Strip,” he insisted. “Show me those beautiful tits.”
Her face was flushed, her hands trembling, but Jamie did as instructed.
“You’re a very naughty student,” he said simply, walking around her, admiring the long, lean lines of her body. “Do you think you deserve our cocks?”
“Yes, Professor Cavanaugh.”
“What makes you think so?”
She shrugged.
While he continued to tease her with words, I caught sight of the chair in the corner. Not just any chair. This was a tantric chair, one designed for various sexual positions. When Cav looked my way, I nodded toward it. His attention swung over, and a smile tugged at his lips.
“Over here, Miss Lautner,” he stated, motioning toward the corner.
He followed, then stepped up behind her, his chest flush against her back. “If you want this, Miss Lautner … if you want us to both fuck you, show us how much.”
