Chapter 117: Blurred Lines Between Dream and Reality

Jack let go of her and took a step back.

"Take off your shorts," Jack commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. "And bend over the desk."

Blair swallowed hard, her pulse jumping. She did exactly as she was told. With trembling hands, she pushed the shorts down, stepping out of them and leaving them in a puddle on the floor. She leaned forward, pressing her hands flat against the cool wood of his desk, sticking her ass in the air.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, gripping the edges of the desk. She deserved this. She had trespassed, and worst of all, she had been a textbook peeping Tom. Curiously, the usual wave of crippling guilt she associated with breaking rules was absent. She just felt hot all over.

Behind her, the click of Jack unbuckling his leather belt echoed through the quiet office.

Blair’s breath hitched. She braced herself, waiting for the agonizing sting of the first strike to hit her bare skin.

Snap!

Blair jolted. The sharp sound of fingers snapping right in front of her face shattered the scene.

She blinked rapidly, her vision swimming back into focus. She was still standing in front of Jack, fully clothed, backed up against the edge of the wood.

Jack was glaring down at her, his features twisted in deep, obvious annoyance. "Did you just faint with your eyes open, Ms. Willows?"

Blair’s face erupted into a fiery red. The mortification hit her like a freight train. It was just a daydream! 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

"Yes, Professor!" Blair stuttered out in a sheer panic, shaking her head so fast she felt dizzy. "I mean—no, Professor!"

Jack let out an irritated sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Did you hear a single word I just said?" he asked sharply. "Why are you still standing there?"

Blair’s brain flatlined. She had not heard a single word he had said. She had zoned out, lost in her own spicy hallucination.

Shorts off, bend over the desk, Blair recalled. Right?

She didn’t dare ask him to repeat himself. He was already ticked off. Arguing with the Crow or asking him to clarify his punishment would only make things infinitely worse for her. It was best she just obediently did what he said. The quicker she got this over with, the quicker she could go find a deep, dark hole to throw herself into.

Blair lowered her gaze to the floor. Without a word of protest, she grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. She stepped out of the fabric, kicking it aside.

Her face was burning so hot it felt like it was glowing. Her heart raced a mile a minute.

She turned around and bent over the desk, her hands gripping the edges exactly as she had pictured in her imagination, her rear end offered up to the room in nothing but a simple pair of white cotton panties.

Behind her, Jack stood frozen.

He had only instructed her to clean the entire townhouse, top to bottom, as her punishment. Yet here she was, bare-assed, bent over his desk, waiting.

Jack stared. The sight of her soft curves presented so willingly, so obediently, short-circuited his usual restraint. His crotch tightened almost instantly, an erection forming against the zipper of his trousers.

"I’m ready, Professor," Blair said in a quiet, trembling voice. "You can go ahead."

Jack’s brows shot up. The innocent, breathy way she invited him to punish her was intoxicating.

He took a slow step closer, closing the distance until he was standing right behind her.

"Go ahead with what?" Jack asked, his voice dropping into a low rumble.

Blair bit down hard on her trembling bottom lip, not daring to look back over her shoulder. "With the punishment," she stuttered out.

Jack let out a dark, quiet hum of amusement. He finally connected the dots.

"So," Jack mused darkly, his gaze tracing the curve of her hips. "You’d rather be spanked than to clean."

Blair furrowed her brows. She didn’t understand what he meant by that. But before her brain could even attempt to figure it out, a warm hand clamped down onto her bare ass cheek.

"You’re a naughty girl, Blair Willows," Jack murmured.

Smack.

The slap echoed loudly in the quiet office.

Blair let out a sharp sound that was caught somewhere between a startled squeal and a breathy moan. She arched her back, gripping the edges of the desk tighter as the initial sting flared across her skin.

"You can even go as far now as to suggest such a lewd punishment?" Jack scolded her smoothly.

Smack.

Another slap landed, mirroring the first. The stinging force painted her pale ass cheeks a bright, rosy red, but the pain was overrun by pleasure.

She bit her bottom lip, desperately trying to keep quiet, but every single slap forced her lips apart, and another breathy moan slipped free.

Jack paused. He noticed the wetness beginning to dampen the crotch of her thin underwear.

"So," Jack purred, his hand resting warmly against her stinging skin. "This is the type of punishment you like."

"N-No," Blair tried to respond, shaking her head.

But Jack delivered another firm spank, immediately ruining her denial as another moan ripped from her throat.

The guilt crashed into her like a tidal wave. She really hated that she liked it. She hated that she was getting so aroused by another man, hated that he was a beastman, and hated that he was her professor. It was so wrong on every single level.

Her ass was red and burning with a warm heat. Her thighs trembled as the wetness continued to run down her legs. She tried to rationalize it in her head, it was just a punishment, she was just taking her licks for breaking the rules, but it felt like she was cheating on Daemus.

Blair squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady her ragged breathing.

"Please don’t tell Daemus," Blair pleaded quietly, her voice thick with arousal and guilt.

Jack’s gaze remained fixed on her lower body. The sweet scent of her arousal was thick in the air, wrapping around his senses and driving his beastly instincts wild. His erection throbbed painfully against his trousers, demanding release.

"What we did is nothing," Jack assured her, stepping flush against her back.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

"If we’re going to keep a secret," Jack whispered. "Shouldn’t it be a secret worth keeping?"