Part Three“Bend over the desk, Princess. It’s time for your punishment.”16 - Naughty BratMiaI pursed my lips and thought about the choices I had. Option A: I can pretend and lie that I didn’t know what the heck that was, but the chances of James catching my lie were pretty high. Option B: Die from mortification. Unfortunately, it wasn’t plausible in the current condition I was in. Option C: I could nod. Let him scold me for using a sex toy during school, especially his class, and weep in my room for a couple of weeks before changing my name and moving to another country. I’ve heard Europe’s pretty cool about sex toys and walking naked, right?Option D: Make a run for it. Yeet out of the class. I was highly considering sliding open the window and jumping down from the two-story floor, but I feared breaking my bones and then paying for the hospital bills. So I had only one chance of escaping. The door. I slowly stood up from the chair and heard the students talking loudly in t

18 - You Taste like HeavenMiaBiting my lip, I wriggled my ass, trying to feel his hardened length closer to where I needed him. But I ached everywhere, my body thrumming with the need to be filled, touched, kissed, licked. Whatever adverbs or adjectives there were to perform bodily intimacy with each other. The soft pads of his fingers brushed over the backs of my thighs, making me shiver. I took a deep breath, trying to control the aching need bubbling inside me. They slid over my inner thigh, gliding over to my ass. I stayed still, wishing he’d never stop when I felt the slight shake of his breathing. Was he turned on by this as much as I was? No, it could be that he didn’t like the plain white underwear I wore. Before I could voice out my worry, he cupped my ass and squeezed. Hard. “You’ve a fucking lovely ass.” I took a sharp breath when he slapped one of my cheek, keeping the skirt flipped over my back. “I’m going to turn it into the perfect shade of pink so you remember yo

20 - I Want to Know YouJames“If you keep sighing like that, you’ll get wrinkles early,” Mia commented. I glanced at Mia, who shouldn’t look adorable in a messy bun and a baggy band tee shirt. I hadn’t thought twice about buying any toys or lingerie she wanted at the sex shop and kept my glare fixated on Nate’s dark hair when he had scanned all her items, humming a tune. Mia had been a little upset about me paying everything for her, but I was her caregiver for a few days. I would buy her a yacht if she asked me to, and I wouldn’t blink an eye. Maybe it is time to go talk to my therapist again, because I was sure that my behavior wasn’t normal when it came to a certain doe-eyed minx. “Do I look like someone who cares about wrinkles, Princess?” I muttered, looking back at the blueprints, eyeing the dimensions and going through the various excel sheets wondering what I was missing.We had dinner, and she was doing her homework on the kitchen island while I was going through the desi

22 - Forgiven Yet?JamesHer lips. Fuck. Her lips. I breathed and kissed her again and yes… there it was again. Her lips tasted like the summer rain. Soft little showers that made the scorching sun bearable in the hot season of May. Her lips were as soft as the wet dew and as addictive as the smell of wet earth. I wanted to devour her, yet keep her in my arms all the time. It was maddening. “Your lips,” I groaned, biting her bottom lip until I elicited a satisfying whimper from her, clutching her little fingers on my shirt. “I fucking love how you taste, Princess.” She moaned when I pressed her against the desk, claiming her in a passionate kiss once more. I was eager to spread her out and sample her other set of lips. I grunted, pinning my hips against her, making her aware of how much she affected me. “James,” Mia whimpered, arching her back and curling her fingers on the back of my nape. It felt so good. I had forgotten how good it felt. It wasn’t enough. It would never be en

24 - I’ll Spank YouMia When his hand froze on my thigh, I looked over at him and quickly added, “Or not. Forget it. I was thinking about my Mom and figured I should—”“Mia. It’s okay.” He took away the hand from my lap, and, despite aching for his touch, I let him continue. “She was pretty clever. I could never have the last word with her when we argued. And she was a nuisance.” “Such a big nuisance.” He was smiling sadly when he continued, “Always laughing and pranking me. She was a kid in an adult’s body with wisdom beyond her age. We’d be laughing one moment, and the next second she’d tell me some shit about life and how I should help others before pranking me with a fake bug.”I looked away and kept my eyes on the road, swerving and using the auto gear. “She seems lovely.” “She was.”Was. Again. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I asked, “What happened?” He knew what I was talking about. He must have heard from Dad how my mom passed away in—“She died in a car accident.” I