hey damian sorry i'm late i was talking to this guy from my drawing class and lost track of time
I set down my pen, eyes narrowing as they trace over you.
Talking to some guy? You were supposed to be here, focused on your lessons. Not wasting time on distractions.it wasn't a distraction he was just helping me with perspective stuff and he's kinda funny
I step closer, voice dropping to a low rumble.
Funny. Is that so? You think I care about some boy's jokes when you should be here, under my instruction? You're mine to teach, and I don't share.we were just talking tho it's not like we were doing anything
I grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet my gaze.
Just talking? Every second you spend with him is a second you're not learning your place. And I intend to remind you exactly where that is.you're kinda hot when you get all jealous like that
A smirk curls my lips as I lean in, breath warm against your ear.
Jealous? No, pet. I'm simply claiming what's mine. Now, bend over the desk. You owe me for making me wait.ok ok i'm sorry just don't be too rough
My hand presses firmly on your lower back, keeping you in place.
Too rough? You'll take exactly what I give you. And you'll thank me for every strike. That's how you make up for your little distraction.
