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“I can’t believe you’re doing this. It was just a blow job. You can’t lock me away for that.”
“You’re a Constantine. Your mouth represents this family, and I decide what you do with it.”
“I want to experience normal girl stuff, explore things, experiment, and stretch my wings. I want to live.”
“Are you serious?” My mouth hung open. “I’m not troubled, and I sure as hell don’t need special treatment. What is this? What are you not telling me?”
“In extreme cases, corporal punishment is employed.” “That’s…” My mouth dried. “You mean abuse?” “Physical pain and psychological humiliation.”
This wasn’t a teacher who gave a fuck about my circumstances. He was a sick, twisted bully who got off on intimidating his students.
“I’m going to say this only once.” He thrust his other hand, palm up, between us. “Give me your phone.”
“I promise you this.” I squared my shoulders and stood, facing him head-on. “I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
“Hell is fast approaching, little girl. But I assure you, it’s not coming for me.”
“I wonder,” he said, his voice rumbling like a distant storm, “what kind of woman threatens a man of the cloth.”
“So what you’re saying is you have bats in the belfry, and it makes all the girls cry. That explains a lot.”
“Ninety percent of this is how you react to it. Change your attitude.” “And the other ten percent?” “It’s happening whether you like it or not. That’s life.”
“An uncooperative, disrespectful, sharp-tongued hellion.”
I was ready to lay down the law for Tinsley Constantine.
She was my student, and it was my job to educate and discipline her. Anything else was an abuse of power.
“You will serve your penance without complaint or sloppiness.
Failure to do so will reset the clock and add more time on the end.”
“I’m not interested in anything beneath your skirt.”
He’d counted on me pissing myself.
“I wanted you to learn a lesson.”
“Do you humiliate all your students like this?”
“Right. So how many students would you say, on average, pee
themselves in your classroom every year?” Please, say all of them.
“You’re the ...
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“Saint John had it right. If pride made demons out of angels, humility can make angels out of demons.”
His undivided attention should’ve scared the crap out of me, but instead, I found comfort in it.
I wanted it, and that bothered me most of all.
I ached for her humiliation so ravenously that when it finally arrived, it took all the concentrated restraint in the world not to fall upon her like a mindless, raging beast.
I had a choice. I could’ve fucked her.
Right here in my classroom, I could’ve broken my vow and fucked her with piss on her legs, virgin blood on my dick, and her heavenly tears soaking the ha...
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I couldn’t stomach the thought of poisoning her with my cancer and stripping her soul from her body. I wouldn’t do it.
“Spending every day with me does not open opportunities to sabotage your graduation from Sion.
Furthermore, any feelings you may develop for me—be it contempt or desire—will be squashed.
Our relationship will remain professional, and any efforts to defile t...
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“It’s called a backbone, and it’s pronounced, Go fuck yourself.”
“Either send me home or spank me. I’m not scrubbing your floors.”
“You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“Don’t worry about that, princess. I’ll read to you while you work.”
This tiny elven minx was going to be the death of me.
I wanted to put my hands on her so badly, and if I did, if I physically punished her, it would be irrefutably, uncontrollably, gloriously sexual for me.
If she kept her disrespectful mouth shut, she wouldn’t be on her knees. Period. The choice was hers.
“You’re late,” I snarled, torn between kicking her out and giving her something substantial to choke on.
None of that changed the fact that she was my student, half my age, and completely, irrevocably outside my preferences.
Ruthless, down to the marrow of my despicable soul.
It was me I was holding back.
welts would glow like fire on her flawless, porcelain skin.
My hands would leave a ring of blue around her delicate throat.
My cock would stretch and tear and split her tin...
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If people had hearts like Tinsley Constantine, my faith in humanity would be renewed.
She was playing with danger, taunting the beast, enticing something she couldn’t handle.
