professor took his place at the podium, he shifted his heated gaze into one of admonishment. “If everyone will quiet down.”
Within seconds, there wasn’t a sound in the room.
Except for maybe a few mewing noises from some of the girls.
He winked and I knew it was all about exactly what he was going to do to me after the day’s end. As I squirmed in the seat, the ache from the previous night’s spanking shifting down the back of my legs, I gave a sigh of contentment.
“Welcome to Russian Literature. I hope you’re ready to enjoy a dozen or so books,” Nikolai said in his usual sexy, dominating tone. “Chteniye—eto iskusstvo, kotoroye nuzhno osvaivat’ po odnoy stranitse za ras.”
“Reading is an art that must be mastered one page at a time,” I repeated in a whisper.
“Christ. She’s still the professor’s pet,” Brandy huffed.
“I bet she’s getting straight A’s,” Elizabeth added as she slumped in her seat. “Again.”
What I was getting was the life that I thought would never happen.
One dominating husband.
A beautiful baby.
An adorable Golden Retriever.
And the fairytale.
What could be better?
The End
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She’s waiting for me in my bed because she’s my bride, and tonight is our wedding night.
I’m not going to be gentle with her, but when she wakes up tomorrow morning wet and blushing her cheeks won’t be crimson because of the shameful things I did to her naked, quivering body.
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