Free Teach Me a Lesson by Jasmine Haynes Page B

both hands against the back of the chair and pushed. Covering her as he was, his cock still buried inside her, she failed to dislodge him. “I’m ready to get up now, Principal Hutton. It’s time for me to go home.”
    He nipped her neck, like a lion taming his mate. “I say when it’s time for you to go.”
    He could almost hear her teeth gnashing. Then she spoke in an overly sweet tone. “It’s getting hard to breathe down here. And I’m a little cold.”
    On one hand, it was an obvious ploy. On the other hand, he couldn’t lay on her all night long just to keep her here. “I can put another log on the fire,” he told her. “Don’t get dressed.” Then he pulled out and away, stuffing his cock back in his pants just until he could get rid of the condom.
    Standing over her as she pushed herself upright on her knees, he added, “And don’t leave while I’m gone.”
    Charlotte glared at him.
    He narrowed his eyes. “I should spank you for looking at me like that.”
    “Don’t push your luck, Lance,” she said. No kowtowing to the principal in those words.
    He would have stayed to deal with her if other needs weren’t pressing. Though necessary, condoms sucked. He was back in less than five minutes. Charlotte was dressed, just the way he suspected she’d be, her hand on the front doorknob.
    At least she hadn’t left. “We’re not done, Miss Moore.”
    “You punished me. You fucked me. That covers all the bases.”
    “You haven’t learned to be submissive. You’re supposed to do everything I tell you.”
    “I did. But I never said I was spending the night. This isn’t a date, you know. It’s sex. Fun and games. Nothing serious.”
    Well, that put him in his place. He was a fantasy, just like her long-ago principal. No spending the night allowed. No dating. No attachment. Only fun and games. “And when you misbehave again?”
    She cocked her head. “I might have turned over a new leaf,” she said with a sugary smile.
    He seriously doubted that. She’d need her punishment again. The next time, he wouldn’t take off the handcuffs until he had her in his bed.
    * * *
    AT QUARTER TO TEN ON MONDAY MORNING, CHARLOTTE HAD another fifteen minutes before her first client arrived. So she curled her feet beneath her in the corner chair, sunlight forcing its way through the leaves and branches of the big oaks outside her office windows, and called Lola. Who, incidentally, had been MIA all weekend.
    “We went wine tasting in Napa,” Lola started out explaining.
    “You don’t need to justify to me, honey.” Charlotte was exceptionally happy that Lola had found her perfect Coach.
    “I meant to call you, but—”
    Charlotte held up her hand as if Lola could see. “Say no more.”
    “All right, then just spill the beans.”
    “It was amazing,” Charlotte said, her voice more musing than enthralled. “Like the first time you told me about Coach Barnett.” Charlotte called him Coach because at the time that had been how Lola thought of him. Just as Charlotte liked to think of Lance as Principal Hutton, giving him that air of authority and a sense of illicitness. But it was also intimate to think of him as Lance. And that felt sexy, too. Maybe dangerously so.
    “So of course you’re seeing him again,” Lola said.
    “Of course. But here’s the issue.”
    “Oh God.” She could visualize Lola’s eye roll. “You’re not going to analyze yourself out of the whole thing, are you?”
    Charlotte fully admitted she tended to overanalyze her relationships. She’d had five serious ones, but Martin was the closest she’d gotten to marriage. And therein lay the problem. Lance was a principal, a man of authority, and he definitely had the tendency to be autocratic. But she couldn’t let him order her to spend the night. That was beyond the rules they’d established. Hmm, okay, they hadn’t established any rules yet. Whatever. The bigger issue was that she’d wanted to stay, wanted him to take her