Blaine
Azira sits at her desk, waiting for me to dole out her punishment. She doesn't seem to be able to meet my gaze for very long, ever since the incident down in the basement. I guess she's embarrassed that she climaxed from the pain. The sound of her moaning and whimpering while I inflicted pain on her was the most tantalizing sound I've ever heard, even better than screams of agony.
I flex my fists beneath the desk, wanting nothing more than to put her in shackles in my basement and flay her skin until she bleeds. And then lick her wounds like an animal until she's begging me for my cock in her tight, virgin cunt. That's exactly why I can't punish her that way, as I know I won't be able to stop myself. She's too tempting, and while I try to maintain an air of control, I'm always fighting my sadistic instincts.
Every single day is a battle against myself.
I stand and walk toward her desk, noting the way she keeps her focus down. Her head bowed in perfect submission, as if everything about Azira was designed to tease and tempt the beast to come out and play.
"Explain to me why you were late." I stop in front of her desk, crossing my arms over her chest.
She finally looks up at me, her wide honey brown eyes full of fear with only the barest hint of excitement. Azira doesn't look at me with the same desire ever since I showed her a glimpse of the true darkness inside of me.
"I was late because I was finishing my math assignment in the library and it took me longer than the hour free period I had." Her tongue darts out over her full bottom lip, drawing my attention to them.
"Why wasn't the assignment done before today?" I narrow my eyes at her.
Her throat bobs. "Because I forgot."
I arch a brow. As although Azira's work is never perfect, she always hands it in on time. "You've never once forgotten to do homework for my classes, Miss Sidorov. So I find that hard to believe."
She shrugs. "Professor Jameson was always very lenient."
It's true. Out of all the professors at the academy, Jameson was the kindest. She rarely sent students into my sadistic clutches, believing my methods were too barbaric. "What made you decide to get the work done on time, then?"
"I heard you had taken over from her."
I can't help the smirk that twists onto my lips. "And you know I don't do lenient." I nod in response. "Which do you think gets you a worse punishment?"
"Sir?"
"Being late to class or not handing work in on time."
She purses her lips together as she considers it, her brow slightly furrowed. "I'm honestly not sure. I thought the assignment was more important than a couple of minutes at the start of class, I guess."
"Yes, but you also made a fellow student late." I clench my jaw, trying to rack my brain for a suitable punishment. If pain doesn't work, perhaps humiliation will. "I'm struggling to decide how to punish you, Miss Sidorov."
She tilts her head to the side slightly. "Why's that, sir?"
"Because it was clear last time that inflicting pain on you wasn't exactly the punishment you deserved." I narrow my eyes. "More of a reward, if anything."
Azira turns a deep shade of red and focuses on her desk. "I see." I notice the flash of disappointment in her honey brown eyes before she looks away and wonder if I'm mistaken. She surely can't want me to subject her to the same brutality I did a few days ago. There's no doubt her bruises and the cut won't have healed, as I took it pretty damn far.
"Wait here and while I'm gone, write the following sentence fifty times. 'I will not be late again.'" I tap her notebook.
She opens it to a blank page. "Yes, sir."
I watch as she lifts her pen to her lips and chews on the end of it innocently.
The image is anything but innocent to me. I shift my hardening cock in my too tight briefs and try to ignore the clawing desire burning in my gut. It takes all my willpower to move away from her and walk into my basement to fetch the items for her punishment. Azira Sidorov is a fucking goddess and the things I want to do to her are driving me crazy.
Humiliation is an entirely different form of punishment and one I rarely use on students. However, Azira is immune to corporal punishment, so I have little choice. Once in the basement, I select a collar and leash which should fit her.
Azira is going to experience what it's like to be reduced to nothing more than a pet. I fear I may enjoy this far more than she will. I clench my fists around the leather in my hand, feeling that clawing desire to lose control with her burrowing deeper into my veins.
Once I return, Azira's still scribbling on the notepad. She doesn't even notice me enter, keeping her eyes down. I have nothing to occupy myself with except for watching her, waiting for her to finish.
Math isn't my strong suit. I've been roped into standing in temporarily, but wouldn't know the first fucking thing about marking the assignments everyone handed in. Professor Davidson is strong at math, so she's going to mark them until we find a suitable replacement.
Oak was hasty firing Professor Jameson for making a pass at him, but it's clear that for Oak, anyone who opposes his relationship with Eva is the enemy in his eyes. The man is possessive of her like I've never seen before. Hell, like me, I've literally never seen him have a relationship until now.
Azira's eyes dart up from her paper and she drops her pen, her attention fixed on the leather items in my hand.
"Finished?" I ask.
She nods in response, still staring at the items. "Yes, sir. What are those?"
"No questions," I say, taking a seat behind my desk.
Her throat bobs, and she falls silent as I watch her.
"Stand and come to me."
She does as she's told, even though her steps are hesitant.
Gone entirely is the sexy vixen who wanted to seduce her sadistic professor. I wonder if I was right all along and Azira doesn't have what it takes to stomach my depravity. After she climaxed from pain alone, I was convinced that she could.