Subordination:Chronicles of a Domme(27)

I swallowed hard. “I’m so very sorry, Dr. Foster. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that,” I said meekly.

This time a flicker of amusement appeared in William’s eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly like he was fighting not to smile. He knew how hard it was for me to apologize and to suppress my ball-busting nature.

“This one time it is understandable, Ms.Jameson. However, in the future, I do hope you will remember that I am your boss and should be afforded the correct respect.”

“Yes, sir.” I then dutifully took the seat he had previously offered. Oh. The. Irony. William had thought being called sir at the café would be a one-time thing, yet here we were.

“Your brother was involved in an altercation between class changes.”

“An altercation? I’m assuming that’s a nice way of saying he got into a fight?”

“Yes. It is.”

I turned to Ansel. “Three weeks into the school year and you’re already in trouble. How do you think this is going to look on your record? You think scholarship committees want to give money to a hothead?”

Ansel refused to respond or look at me. Instead, he gripped the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Since your brother was the first one to throw a punch, we have no choice but to suspend him.”

“Suspend him?” I gasped at the same time Ansel growled, “Suspend me?”

William nodded. “It’s the school policy to suspend the student from school who started the fight while giving the others in-school suspension.”

Popping out of his chair, Ansel protested, “But you don’t know what he said.”

“Sit down,” I ordered.

“But—”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter what he said. You shouldn’t have hit him.”

“He was saying shit about you, Soph.”

I rolled my eyes. “We talked about this. I told you some kids weren’t going to like me and would trash-talk me. And no matter what you heard, you had to just ignore it.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Then just what was it like?”

Ansel glanced from me to William. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Ansel?” I prompted.

“Fine. He was talking about how he jerks off to you every night. Like in detail. He has these pictures of you that he’s taken in class. Not just normal pictures, but like pictures of your ass when you’re bent over and or when you leaned in to answer another student’s question and he could see down your shirt.” Ansel smacked his hands on the chair’s arms. “He was flashing around a picture of your tits!”

A strangled cry erupted from my lips at his outburst. Fiery mortification seared along my skin, and I quickly dropped my gaze from Ansel down to my lap. I couldn’t bear to look at him, least of all William. The embarrassment was quickly replaced by a feeling of violation. I’d been warned with my age and my looks that I would have students, male and female, who might crush on me. Because of that factor, I had been extremely careful when selecting my wardrobe to teach in.

William broke the painfully awkward silence in the room. “I’m very sorry, Ms. Jameson. I know this has to be very upsetting.”

“Yes, it is,” I whispered.

At the feel of a hand on my shoulder, I slowly lifted my chin to see Ansel staring down at me. “Now do you understand why I had to do it?”

I reached up to cup my sweet, yet misguided brother’s cheek—the one that wasn’t marred. “While I’m never going to condone you fighting, I do appreciate the fact you were protecting my honor.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But I want you to promise me that regardless of what is said…or shown about me, you won’t get yourself in trouble by fighting.”

Ansel’s jaw clenched in frustration, but finally, he nodded his head. “Okay, whatever.”

“Good.” I then looked to William.

Leaning forward in his chair, he said, “In light of this information, I feel it is only fair to reconsider Ansel’s punishment.”

“So I’m not suspended?” Ansel questioned.

“Not from school. But you will serve a week’s worth of in-school suspension.”

When Ansel started to protest, I jerked the sleeve of his shirt to silence him. “I think that sounds very fair.” Giving Ansel a pointed look, I said, “Thank Dr. Foster for his consideration and kindness.”

The expression Ansel wore said he would rather eat some of the horseshit he had to muck from the stables. But he plastered a smile on his face and said, “Thank you, Dr. Foster. I appreciate you hearing me out and understanding why I did what I did.”

“You’re welcome,” William replied. He picked up one of the notepads on his desk and scribbled something. When he was finished, he ripped the paper off the pad and rose out of his chair. After he came around the side of the desk, he held the piece of paper out to Ansel. “You can take this back to class and then get your things to report to ISS.”

Ansel took the paper without argument. He bent down to give me a quick hug before William escorted him to the door.

After the door closed behind him, I rose out of my chair. “I need you to ask you something, and I need you to answer me honestly.”

William’s brows rose in question. “Okay.”

“Did you have an ulterior motive in reducing Ansel’s punishment?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, William asked, “You mean in regards to you?”

“Yes.”

“Sexual harassment will not be tolerated toward anyone. Students or staff. And in this case, I want to set a precedent to where all students know that sexual harassment of a teacher will not be tolerated. Teaching is hard enough, and no one should have to feel violated in his or her classroom.” His eyes bore into mine. “Especially you.”

“Why me out of all the other teachers?”

Instead of answering me, William reached behind him. The clicking sound of the lock echoed through the room, causing my heartbeat to break into a mad dash.

“We can’t ignore this anymore.”

“Ignore what?” I flippantly asked.

William growled low in his chest, the deep sound causing my panties to dampen. “Don’t play coy with me, dammit. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

I huffed out an exasperated breath. “Which is why I’m wondering why you’re even bringing it up. We’ve already been over this, William. Have you already forgotten how you promised this wouldn’t be weird for us?”

“I was a fucking fool to promise that. The last three weeks have been torture and not in a good way. And don’t try to say that it’s all just me because I can see the strain in you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He lowered his voice, yet his tone was still rough and filled with heat. “Just like a domme knows how to read a sub, a sub can read their mistress. When she’s happy or sad…when she’s fighting her emotions.” William pulled me to him, molding me against his body. His warmth burned through the fabric of my dress to singe my skin.

“Shouldn’t you ask to touch me?” I probed.

“I’m tired of this shit. Desperate times call for desperate measures.” His hand slid down my spine to rest at the curve of my buttocks. As my breasts rubbed against his chest, my nipples hardened at the friction, the hard points jutting out and becoming painful.

William’s breath scorched against the sensitive skin of my earlobe. “There is a deep connection between us.”

“Once again, we had one weekend together with some amazing sex. I’d hardly call that anything more than a physical connection,” I argued.

“It was more than physical, and you know it.”

Reaching between us, I firmly gripped his hardening cock through his slacks, causing him to moan and thrust his hips forward. “Right now all I feel is the physical.”

“Because that’s what being this close to you does to me. When I see you in the hallway, I want to kneel at your feet. I want to take you into the nearest room where I can worship every inch of your body. When I lie in bed at night, I can still taste you on my tongue. And when I’m stroking my cock, it is your hands and tongue I want on it instead.”

His words. His closeness. His emotion. They all overwhelmed me. It felt as if the ground shifted beneath my feet, and the room began to spin.

“Please, Sophie.”

Dammit to hell did I want him, especially when he begged. In that moment, it didn’t matter that we were in his office, or that his secretary was in the next room. If I was honest with myself, that fact stoked the flames of lust burning within me.

And what happened next was instinctual. Unexpected, but…oh, so right. I needed this. He needed this. Placing my hands on my chest, I shoved William back. Just as he opened his mouth to protest, I grabbed his tie and began leading him behind his desk, pulling him with me like he was on a leash. “Is that what you really want to call me?”

“No.”

I shoved him down in his chair. “Say it.”

“Please…Mistress.”

Placing my hands on his chest, I shoved William back. Just as he opened his mouth to protest, I grabbed his tie and began leading him behind his desk, pulling him with me like he was on a leash. “Is that what you really want to call me?”