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I step closer. “Turn around.”

She obeys me. Progress. I hook her bra strap before circling to her front and adjusting her fantastic tits so they sit properly in the cups. I grab her T-shirt next. “Arms up.” I didn’t plan to dress her myself, but she opened herself up when I saw she was too nervous to do so.

I squat in front of her with her jeans. “Hold my shoulders. Lift one leg.” Once I have both legs of her jeans over her shins, I stand and tug them up to her waist. I even fasten them.

An odd sense of satisfaction runs through me. I’ve never dressed a woman before. It’s very intimate. It also gives me a certain amount of dominant gratification.

“I’m not a fan of jeans or even pants. I’ve ordered you new clothes. You’ll have a new style soon.”

“But I like jeans,” she retorts.

I cup her chin and meet her gaze. “Did I ask what you thought?”

Her cheeks pinken. “No, Sir.”

“You need to learn to hold your tongue. Living with me will not be a walk in the park. I’m going to push you and challenge you every day. You’re going to learn to obey me or suffer the consequences. Be careful.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I love how she trembles. She wants to obey me, but it’s going to take some time for her to learn how to please me.

I sit on the edge of the bed. “Tell me why you only own baggy T-shirts, jeans, and sweatshirts, Daphne.” I think I know the answer, but I want to hear it from her.

She doesn’t hesitate. “So no one notices me.”

I rub my chin. She’s stunningly beautiful. I’ve known that from the moment I first saw her, but I’m far more certain of it now that I’ve seen her naked. She could be a model. Her skin is flawless and naturally tanned. Her waist is small. Her tits are the perfect handful, high, and firm. Even her nipples are perfect, rosy tips.

Daphne has no tan lines, which tells me she never exposes herself to the sun in a bathing suit. Even if she applied sunscreen, she would still have some tan lines. There are none.

I reach out and touch the hem of her T-shirt, fingering it. “Why, precious?” I startle myself with the nickname. I have no idea where it came from. It just slid out. But she is. Precious. Worth every ounce of what I’m planning to put her through to satisfy my extreme sadism.

She shrugs, looking down. “Because I’m more than my body. I’m smart. I never wanted anyone or anything to get between me and my goals.”

I like how confident she is. And she’s right. I know she’s intelligent. The fact that she’s been hiding under loose clothing confirms that.

“Good girl. You have my word that no one is going to come between you and your goals. I also won’t let anyone but me see your body.”

She exhales a long breath. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I’m going to be hard on you, Daphne. I’m going to push you to reach your potential because I know you’re capable.”

Her shoulders relax. She’s happy about this part. She’s motivated to succeed. It’s sexy as fuck.

“Tell me why you’ve been coming to the math lab for help.” Again, I know the answer, but I’m curious to see if she’ll tell me the truth.

When she brings her hands together to wring them in front of her, I circle her wrists and tug them apart. She’ll learn to stand tall without fidgeting.

She sighs. “To see you.”

That’s what I thought.

“Thanks for being honest, precious. Now, as for your clothes. I’m fucking possessive. Your ass is far too inviting in these jeans. I don’t want anyone ogling you in your classes. I know you think you wear clothes that keep you from standing out, but you’re wrong. I’ve seen guys turn their heads when you walk by. You may think if you leave your hair down, apply minimal makeup, and don’t make eye contact, you’re not attracting attention, but you’re wrong about that, too.”

She chews on her bottom lip.

“Stop biting your lip, Daphne. I’m going to give your mouth something else to do if you don’t stop that. It’s fucking distracting.”

Her breath hitches. “Distracting?”