MILES POV:
"Welcome to class," my professor kindly said as I walked into the room.
I smiled and nodded, gazing up immediately to find Tessa in one of the upper-seats, scrolling through her phone and not paying attention to anything around her.
I smirked.
So easy.
After climbing the steps, I ended at her seat, making her glance up curiously.
Her eyes immediately widened.
I just smirked. "Long time no see." I then winked. "I missed you."
She stared at me for too long. "How did you... get into this class?"
"I'm rich and this is an average college. I got in just fine."
She then looked down at her notes, lips thinning.
"I can still feel your warmth," I said then, staring down at my fingers and rubbing them together. "It's so beautiful, you know. It was so nice and creamy."
Her cheeks shaded over a light red. "Miles."
"Tell me," I said then, gazing down at her, "something about your demeanor makes me curious."
She glanced over nervously, making sure no one was listening before she beckoned me to continue.
"When we were nineteen, we had our first time," I said with a dark smile. "And... then we started getting into other things, don't you remember?"
She looked a little calm right now. "Yes."
"You found out you liked pain," I stated then, making her twiddle her thumbs. "I found out I liked giving it. Are you still a masochist, Tessa?"
She was silent for a moment. "Do we have to talk about this right now?"
"Answer the question," I said in my dom tone, low enough so no one could hear.
And no one was listening anyway, it was about fifteen minutes before class started and everyone hadn't arrived yet. Especially the late ones who always sat in the back (where we were).
"Yes," she said then, voice quiet as if she'd never told anyone before.
"Who's your sadist?" I asked her then. "Surely you have at least someone who can help you with your desires, right?"
She was silent for a moment. "I... don't have one."
My lips parted. "What?"
"I don't have a partner," she told me gently. "I haven't had... sexual intercourse since I left you. I've been doing it all myself."
My lashes immediately lowered, and I felt a darkness pool inside me. "Was it that hard to get over me?"
"Yes," she said honestly. "To this day I still haven't."
Still the honest little angel like I taught her to be. Back then, when she lied she was punished (with a safe word, of course).
"Tessa, listen to me," I said then, making her lips thin. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you. My father was...."
She gazed over at me curiously.
"My father was taking over the company," I explained to her, "and I left because I didn't want him to hurt you. So I kept you a secret... He checked all my calls and such, which is why I couldn't contact you. I wasn't trying to hurt you, I just didn't want you in danger."
"I know," she responded quietly, "I just wish you contacted me before I randomly met you at the party."
I fell silent. "I thought you moved on."
"I could never move on, Miles," she said then, opening her notebook to a new page as more students flooded in. "You were my sunshine. Despite your dark twistedness, you fucking sadist. I don't think you're truly human."
I glanced over at her in warning. "Excuse me?"
She just smiled slightly, clearly taunting me.
"You're asking for it," I said then.
"I am," she replied.
"Apologize."
"No."
"No?" I echoed then, glare sharpening. "No?"
"No."
"You're getting a caning tonight," I growled.
She just kept the smile. "Sounds lovely."
What was scary, is that she clearly meant it.
I smiled slightly. "You're doing this on purpose."
"Clearly."
"You're asking for a punishment," I said then. "Where are all your manners? The manners that I taught you all those years ago? Don't you remember? If you talk back, you get a pussy whipping."
She just scratched down the date and her name on the paper.
"Are you going to respond?" I questioned.
She paused mid-word, gripping the pencil tightly.
I just set my hands down. "What's wrong?"
"I... ant... ou..." she whispered.
"Speak louder," I told her.
She was silent.
"My, my. You struggle to get your words out?" I asked her. "I'm going to have to fix that."
She just tucked some hair behind her ear, her face warming with that familiar "I'm aroused" redness.
I just watched her, smile widening a touch. "How about we make a deal, princess?"
She glanced over.
"It's been a while since you've been punished," I told her, making her breaths shake as her face heated further. "Let's make a deal. One night."
Her brows drew together.
"Come to my house," I told her, "tonight. I will show you how it feels to be with me and how beautiful I can make you feel. With the whip marks all over you, screaming and crying... I can only imagine it."
"One night...?" she said then. "A one night stand?"
"Yes," I responded, eyes dark. "And then... we can move on with our lives."
She just stared at me. "Don't you... have somewhere to be?"
"I live hundreds of miles away, yes," I responded.
"Your parents don't like me," she replied.
"My parents won't know what happens in my bedroom," I told her, smile widening. "I'm a good fuck, princess. One night with me. That's all I ask."
"Do I have to sign a contract again?" she asked me.
My eyes went dark. "Yes."
She stared at me for way to long, and then smiled. "Fine. One night."
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