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“I deserve a hell of a lot more respect than that, Adette, and you will give it to me. Do you understand?”
    Choosing not to answer, I continued struggling to get back to my feet.
    One of Icharus’s hands pushed down on my shoulder, while the one that held my chin moved swiftly behind my head. He pulled me against him, my face pressed to the crotch of his pants. The fabric was warm against my nose and mouth, and it smelled freshly laundered. The harder he held me against himself, the sweeter he smelled to me.
    And the more difficult it became to breathe, the more turned on I was. That mood descended over me once more, leaving me wondering what he would do next. My hands clasped his hips and I stilled, leaning into him for support. His cock moved beneath the fabric, twitching against my face.
    “Now,” he said, pulling my head back so I had a little fresh air, “let’s try this again, shall we? Are you ready to listen to me?”
    With a nod, I looked up at him and waited to see what would happen.
    “You can be a good girl when you want to be,” he said, helping me to my feet. “Now, get on the bed.”
    This time I did as he said, perching on the edge of the bed and clasping my hands in my lap. The prim pose seemed at odds with the thoughts racing through my mind, but my interest in assuaging the ache between my thighs was the overriding need at the moment. Submitting to his demands might just get me the pleasure he had promised. The back-and-forth was confusing. The only thing clear to me was what my body wanted.
    “Perfect.” Icharus nodded his approval and said, “Spread those legs so I can get back to what I was doing.”
    Once again I complied, moving my legs so that I was open and available for whatever he wanted to do with me. He approached and sat next to me on the bed. I felt like a teenager as he draped his arm around my shoulders and reached beneath my skirt with his other hand. When his fingers brushed along my panties, I sighed.
    “Of course they told me how to handle you. You enjoy breath play and humiliation. Those make you so horny, you’ll do anything anyone tells you to do at that point.” His fingers slid beneath my panties and I gasped at the feel of them trailing across on my bare, slick cunt. This time he didn’t ram his fingers deep inside me, but instead used one to swirl the wetness around my clit, causing me to dig my own fingers into the bedclothes. My hips lifted just a bit in response to the sensation.
    With his other hand wrapped around my neck, he held me in place. Not that I wanted to go anywhere, as my body and mind were both more than ready to comply with his demands.
    “This was easier than I thought,” he murmured against my jaw. “But I have a feeling they made sure you would want this. I’m not complaining, though. It’s going to be fun trying to win you to my way of thinking.” He stood up between my legs and pushed me down on the bed.
    I watched him while he looked down at my vulnerable body. What is he thinking? I wondered, as those dark eyes raked me with the intensity of someone who sees something he intends to possess.
    “I realize all of this is happening very quickly, but let’s see if I can relax you first before we actually sit down to address business.” With agonizingly slow movements, he ruched my skirt up along my thighs until he exposed my panties. “I like what I see,” he said.
    It was the first time any person, besides the headmistress, principal, or any of my instructors had seen what I looked like beneath my clothes and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. While I had undergone very practical “hands-on” training in the school, having a stranger look at me was nerve-wracking. The embarrassment only heightened my arousal, though, and I squirmed under his steady gaze.
    Icharus ran the palm of his hand down along the front of my panties and said, “These are soaking wet. I think it’s time for you to lose them.” After another moment spent