Page 13 of Captive

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re going to let me go.”

“Not a chance. Not until you realize youwillfollow my commands.”

My God. Who did he think he was?

The hulking mass of a man yanked me inside, locking the door behind him. I scuttled backwards, slamming against the wall then glaring at him.

“You need to unlock that door right now,” I demanded, trying to stop my body from shaking. He was the man from the night before, only on this night there was a primal look in his eyes.

As if my professor was going to devour me.

He raked his hands through his hair then advanced like a predator, wrapping his hand around my arm and tossing me against the ugly, cracked sink. When he pressed his body against mine, there was no doubt he was aroused, his thick and throbbing cock pressing against my bottom. I had difficulty breathing as I stared at his reflection in the mirror.

I should be afraid of him, but for some crazy reason, I was more aroused than I’d ever been.

“You need to learn to follow the rules,” he huffed.

“What rules?”

“Mine.” Easing back, Nikolai yanked my skirt up past my thighs, tugging me away from the sink so he could continue his effort until the material was positioned around my waist.

Another wave of uncertainty and shock pushed into my system, but when he yanked my panties down to my knees, the limited defense training I’d been taught kicked into overdrive. I swung my arm, the hard strike catching him on the forearm. The hulking mass of a man didn’t budge an inch, but I could tell by his darkened expression that I’d crossed some kind of imaginary line.

I shoved hard against the sink, managing to push him away a few inches, enough so I almost scrambled out of his hold.

Almost.

The lights seemed to dim all around me as I tried to rationalize what he was doing and why. Then the second he smashed his hand against my bottom, my breath was stolen. The man was spanking me. What the fuck? “No. No!”

“This is what happens to bad little girls who don’t listen.”

I was at such a loss for words, I couldn’t react, stars floating in front of my eyes. This was insane. He’d likely saved my life. Now this? There had to be a significant reason, the danger from the night before keeping him enraged. He brought his hand down several additional times, the hard cracks leaving me aching inside even though a wave of pain trickled down the back of my legs.

“But… I don’t understand,” I managed, the force of his savage smacks shoving me closer and closer to the mirror. Everythingabout him was powerful as well as dangerous, his entire persona completely different. He was a man taking what he wanted, refusing to give way to common sense or a single one of my pleas. I was humiliated by what he was doing, confused as to his actions.

And I was furious with myself for the building desire that seemed to be coming from some locked darkness I’d held fervently inside. It was as if the danger had awakened me, setting my very soul on fire. Hell, no. That wasn’t right. It certainly wasn’t normal.

“You don’t need to understand. You are required to obey,” he huffed, his eyes locking onto mine in the mirror.

I couldn’t seem to rally my mind around the change in him, but the way my body reacted was insane. My nipples ached, already so hard that as they shifted back and forth against my bra, all I could do was whimper. The worst part was that I could tell my thighs were already soaked, my pussy quivering as if this was exciting instead of some barbaric attempt to keep me in line. Nothing made any sense.

There hadn’t been a woman in a single one of his classes who hadn’t flirted with him. He’d never been seen having a single cup of coffee with anyone of them. He’d barely smiled, had never allowed himself to share in our laughter. Now this?

The brutal spanking continued, the pain quickly turning into anguish. I gasped for air, my fingers digging into the sink to the point they hurt like hell.

Heat exploded deep within me, building from my ass cheeks, sweeping down to my legs and up to my arms. I had no doubt my skin would be fire engine red, or that I’d find it difficult to sitdown for a solid day. That’s exactly what he wanted. A reminder. A statement.

A warning.

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to ignore the agony even as it continued to yank on every muscle. All the while, I remained excited, like this was some kind of game. Only I knew better. I didn’t mean anything to him other than an annoyance, or a frail woman he hoped he could keep from being tormented by gruff assholes. While I appreciated the concept, disciplining me wasn’t necessary.

Exhaling, he took his time caressing my bruised skin like that would help ease the pain or the fury in my mind. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, at least I hope so.” He pulled me to a standing position, turning me around to face him.

I realized I must look frightful, my entire body shaking and my hair disheveled. The ugly embarrassment refused to go away, my face likely beet red from the fact my panties remained around my knees. When he eased a strand of hair from my mouth, the electricity that shot directly into my pussy was off the chain. I suddenly couldn’t breathe from the combustion building between us. His touch seared my skin, his eyes riddled with hunger.

The man wanted to devour me.

Cocking his head, he narrowed his eyes as he studied me, trailing his finger across my jaw, a growl erupting from his throat.