Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.”
Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking. “Enter.” His voice didn’t sound surprised. It sounded rehearsed. When I stepped in, he didn’t look up right away. He just kept writing with a fountain pen like he wasn’t the same man who’d ordered me to my knees twelve hours ago.
“You’ve made quite an impression,” he said flatly. I could sense in his voice that he meant more than that. I didn’t know if he was angry or trying not to be. “I didn’t know it was you,” I said quickly. “That’s not the point.” He set the pen down and finally looked at me. Same eyes. Same intensity. But this time, no leather gloves or blindfolds. Just power. The intensity in his eyes was telling me something else entirely; I could not understand. There was something in me that wanted more than what I was seeing.
The way he was looking at me from head to toe and then stopped at my breasts for a few seconds. With a smirk on his face, I knew what he wanted. And my body responded in a way that indicated the answer to what he was asking. “You could have ruined everything,” he said. “There are rules here, Aria. Ones you don’t get to break because you’re bored or acting out.”
I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t mean to—” “You meant to sneak into a private event, dressed like a w***e and a stripper, your breasts pointing towards me, ready to be sucked, looking to be punished?” My face flushed; I felt embarrassed, but with the way he was talking about how I dressed that night, I could feel the heat between my thighs, wetness pooling as he spoke. “No. I didn’t know what that room was.”
“You knew enough to stay,” he snapped. “You liked it.” My silence gave me away. He stood slowly, walking around the desk until he was in front of me. Tall. Imposing. Familiar in a way that made my skin hum. I closed my eyes as he was about to touch my face. I was waiting for the moment to feel his touch. I should not be feeling this way towards this devil, but I couldn’t control my body. Instead, I felt nothing. I opened my eyes; his hand was still there, hanging in the air, and then he held back. “I’m not here to teach you about curiosity,” he said. “I’m here to teach you control.” “And if I refuse?”
I asked. “Then you won’t last a week at Bellmere.” The silence between us was electric. “You’ll report here next Wednesday,” he said. “A private session. You’ll follow instructions, and you’ll keep your mouth shut.” I stepped forward. “And if I don’t?” He smirked. “Then I’ll find a punishment that fits.”