Black Elm College | 18+

Chapter 42 | Part 2

Tim dims the lights, and nods to the floor, just next to the desk. "Kneel. Basic position."

⋰Elsie⋰

I ball my hands into fists, taking a deep breath. I really don't like kneeling, it's uncomfortable, boring, demeaning despite what he said last time, and every other pejorative adjective I can think of.

But there is no one around, it's just T, that makes it better. So I swallow a comment and lower myself to my knees, next to the chair.

God, the sore muscles from yesterday's sparring don't help.

"Good." He sits down, followed by shuffling of paper that makes me curious.I resist looking up for about a minute.

He's reading through papers, looking very focused as he makes notes with a pen. With his work glasses! To be honest, he's very hot this way..

"Gaze down."

I jump, looking back at my knees. "Whoops."

"I know that wasn't an accident, you looked up because you just wanted to look." There is a tangible threat in his tone. "Be careful, little girl."

His hand reaches toward me, gently scratching my hair before simply resting on the back of my head, a silent warning. I resist the urge to grumble. I like that even less, and I know he's mentally keeping a list of each of my wrongdoings.

I'm truly apologetic though, I like challenging him but right now I didn't feel like it. I just wanted to know...

Several minutes pass and my knees start to ache. My body in general from holding the position correctly for so long. It feels like an eternity before his hand begins to scratch again on the back of my head.

I sigh at the feeling. He turns the chair toward me. "Look at me, Sunnish. You can move."

I turn toward him, clenching my teeth at the temporary discomfort, and finally kneeling more naturally.

His eyes rake over me before his hands cup my face, possessive. He presses his lips to mine. I melt into his hold, closing my eyes.

"Now. Three things before we start. First, we have all day to complete the challenge, but you may be in subspace by that time – it's a possibility. I might still ask you to do things such as holding positions, not stressful ones. Are you okay with that?"

I frown, taking a moment to think about it. "Yes, I think so."

He nods. "At the end, there is a doctor that needs to see you. I'll be there while she checks on you, if that's what you wish. She's one of the best in the BDSM community, and used to doms and subs. There is nothing intimate, just questions and to see how you're doing. Are you okay with that? I can try and find a solution to avoid it."

I frown even more. Bloody rules. "Uh... If you're there, it's not awesome but it's okay."

He brushes hair out of my face, tugging at it. I wince, he tugs harder.

"How are the knees? Would you like a pillow?"

"Yes, please." I answer through clenched teeth.

He chuckles and stands up, taking the folder with him, then goes to a wall and lifts a panel. It uncovers a shelf from which he grabs a pillow. If you looked at the wall, you wouldn't even know it could open. I'm still confused when he walks to the desk, sets the cushion next to the chair and speaks.

"Come here, Sunnish."

He stands, dark eyes gazing at me as I start to stand up. His face hardens. "No. You disobeyed, you crawl."