"You're shaking so fucking hard, Ryan... Is it because you're terrified of what I'll do to you, or because you're praying I finally ruin that innocent little brain of yours?" His breath stuttered. The pencil slipped from his fingers. "Madison... stop," Ryan whispered, voice strained, ears burning red. "You know we can't do this. I'm your tutor. This can't happen." I smiled against his skin, squeezing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "But baby," I purred, voice low and filthy, "your dick says otherwise."

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.