1 ~ Punishment
I will never escape Colt Dorano.
He invades me even in my dreams, breathing hot whispers in my ear as he buries deep inside me, digging his fingers into my thighs with each hard thrust. His touch chills me to the bone, but I hunger for it. I long to turn to ice in his palms and melt between his fingers.
A single word escapes his mouth.
Catalina
My name.
It’s both satisfying and poisonous all at once, the way it rolls off his tongue in that sexy accent of his, pulling me to the edge every time.
All I can feel is him. The way he stretches every wall, breaks every boundary. Even knowing it’s a dream, I can’t help but salivate at every jerk and every twitch.
But he doesn’t stop there.
He leans in, dragging his tongue over the pulse at my neck, driving me wild with the slick sensation of warmth and wetness.
Colt
I mumble softly, the words escaping my mouth in a shameless moan.
Colt please
I say again a little louder as his hips meet mine in a tangle of ecstasy, my climax so close I can taste it.
C—
“Ms. Vinnera.”
My eyes snap open. My line of sight is blocked by a man’s lower body, dressed in black slacks and a belt. My mouth is slightly open as drool drips onto the desk beneath my head.
Shit.
“Ms. Vinnera,” the voice comes again, sharper this time, edged with annoyance.
My gaze drifts upward, catching the sharp bite of cologne as I slowly come to my senses.
A pair of gorgeous amber eyes stares into me, judgment flickering in them beneath furrowed dark brows.
“Why are you sleeping in my lecture, Ms. Vinnera?” Colt Dorano asks.
I jolt upright, forcing my back to meet the chair as warmth creeps across my cheeks.
Laughter ripples through the room in waves.
“Professor. I wasn’t sleeping, I was meditating with my eyes closed.” I say and flash him a cheeky smile.
Colt narrows his eyes, the same ones I’ve grown used to seeing at my father’s gallery shows and outlandish dinner parties. They pierce me with their usual coldness.
“I hope you know your family name means nothing here. It won’t stop me from throwing you out of this classroom.” His voice is sharp. He rakes his gaze over me, and for a heartbeat, amusement flickers there, then he smothers it.
“Of course not, Co— I mean, professor. I would never use my family’s authority and power. It would be terribly unfair.” The words roll out of me sarcastically before I can stop them. It’s impossible to hold back around him; every nerve in my body itches for me to defy him.
Colt rises to his full height, his button-down white dress shirt straining against broad shoulders. A lock of brown hair slides over his eyes as he tilts his head, pinning me in place with his stare.
“Ms. Vinnera, stay after class. I’d like to have a word with you.” He says, his voice ice cold.
The words are like a shot of whiskey. Bitter, yes, but oh, so satisfying. I’ve struck a nerve. Good.
Murmurs ripple through the room before Colt lifts a hand, his voice cutting through the noise.
“Settle down.”
Almost instantly, the chatter dies, as if a switch has been flipped. It’s no surprise. Not only is he hot, but he carries an authority that demands obedience.
It’s the trademark of the Doranos, the infamous family that rules Oakville. Their name alone carries weight, a brand of power woven into every corner of the town.
“I’ll be going over the syllabus now. If you have questions, save them for the end.” His gaze sweeps the room, lingering on me for the briefest second before he turns, retrieving a sheet of paper from his desk.
I observe him in his element. His slow steps, the cadence of every word. A flawless performer. He may wear the guise of a harmless instructor, but I know the beast prowling beneath the skin. Colt Dorano is a ravenous wolf, biding his time to sink his fangs into his prey.
The clock ticks on the wall, before I know the lecture is over.
I watch as Colt dismisses the class. The shuffle of books and bags fills the room until the last student slips out. Once the door closes, his gaze locks on me.
“Come with me.” He says, hands buried in his pockets.
I hesitate for a moment. He looks just as dangerous as the first time we met. Even after nearly five years of knowing him, he still manages to send a shiver down my spine.
I stand up from my seat gracefully. He takes a step back and motions for me to walk past him. I walk over to his desk and lean against it, flicking my nails as if I were uninterested.
Clak Clak Clak
His steps are slow and steady each one pulling my heartbeat faster, anticipation swelling in my chest. He stops just inches from me, his tall presence closing in, engulfing me.
I tilt my head. He’s far more menacing up close. Colt is devastatingly handsome; every inch of him is wrapped in professionalism.
“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Catalina?” he asks, his sultry accent slipping into his voice, and I have to fight off flashes of the wet dream I just had in class.
I push those images aside and give him a radiant smile. “What do you mean? I’m here to learn.”
His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it,” he growls.
I stare at him for a moment, my voice teasing when I part my lips to speak.
“Well, word on the street is that a devilishly handsome young professor landed a teaching position at the tender age of twenty-six. The talk was so loud, I simply had to come see for myself.”
He blinks slowly, unimpressed. “Don't you have better things to go do? Like helping daddy with his arts and crafts projects?”
Ho-ho…so that’s the game you want to play.
I rise to my feet, my body grazing him as I lean in close. He retreats a step, but I seize his shirt and tug him back to me. He goes rigid beneath my touch as my fingers drift over his chest, my lips skimming his ear before I murmur, “Daddy’s right here.”
Colt's fingers twitch, his eyes blazing to life.
Before I realize it, his hands are wrapping around my waist, pulling me tight against his chest. I can feel the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, so different from my own erratic one.
“Do you know what happens to girls like you?” He rasps.
“They get a gold star?” I breathed.
Colt leans into my ear, “No. They get fucked, face down ass up.”
A blush blossoms across my face, heat pooling down low.
“How crude of you.”
Colt tightens his hold on me. His heat seeping into me, “Next time, Catalina. Don't moan my name out in class so shamelessly.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but before embarrassment can take root, I crush it.
Shame? Yeah, I don’t know that bitch.
I lean into him with a sly smile on my lips, “If it excites you, why don’t we reenact my dream?” I ask, my voice dropping to a husky tease.
His touch suddenly leaves me as he steps back. I watch as shadows dance in his eyes, dark and enticing. I find myself lost in them.
“Behave, Catalina. You walk like you own the damn world, but you’re not going to disrupt me in my class.”
He means it as a warning, but I don’t care. I want to see the beast lurking inside him, to see him finally snap.
“What are you so damn afraid of, scaredy cat?”
Silence falls between us, and somehow I know I've won. That I've successfully eradicated his control.
At a moment's notice, his eyes grow hot, burning every trace of ice lingering in their depths.
He takes in a breath, leaning in to blow it in my ear before whispering, "Wrong move, Catalina."
I shiver as a slow, smile spreads across his lips.
“I should really punish you for that one, shouldn't I?” His eyes gaze into me with a touch of amusement.
The real Colt.
His hand snakes out, wrapping around my neck, tightly.
“Is that a trick question?” I choke out, trying to hide my excitement.
A chuckle escapes his lips.
“Qué sucia eres...you're already so fucking turned on.” He teases, his grip tightening around my throat, "It’s just like I remember."
Then I feel the wet flick of his tongue against my earlobe, followed by a playful nibble, his teeth gently grazing my skin.
A wave of pleasure courses through me, and I instinctively press my thighs together.
He trails his tongue from my earlobe down to my jaw, his fingers shifting slightly to leave a path of saliva and tender nibbles.
“You’re always looking for trouble...” He whispers as he pushes a knee between my thighs, "and now you've found it."
I'm suddenly thankful for my skirt as I feel his knee glide past the fabric, pressing firmly against my panties, teasing my clit.
He grinds his lap against me, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Colt.” I gasp, heat igniting through me. I’ve fantasized about this moment, but never dared to believe it would become a reality once again.
The hand that isn’t around my throat trails up my waist, pausing at my breasts. His palm spreads over my soft skin and he gropes me, squeezes me firmly, his fingers digging in with a mix of dominance and possessiveness.
“Ms. Vinnera, my rebellious student. Today’s punishment is simple: grind on your professor’s lap,” he breathes out the words.
I bite my lip tightly, suppressing the moan that threatens to escape. My arousal is dripping down my slit, dampening my panties. The pressure of his knee pressing against my thighs, grinding against me in a slow rhythm, sends waves of heat crashing through me. This is what I've been waiting for. For Colt to let his guard down.
My hips begin to move, rocking and rotating above his lap, driven by an urge I can’t resist. Heat builds rapidly as my clit finds the friction it craves. His teasing fingers take hold of my nipple, pinching and twisting, and it sends shocks of pleasure and pain through my body.
That’s it.
I can almost feel my orgasm, dancing on the edge, tantalizingly close, teasing me with its promise.
Knock Knock Knock
Colt releases me instantly, leaving my body feeling empty as he steps back. I quickly straighten myself and cross my arms, trying to regain my composure as the door creaks open.
“Sorry to interrupt, Professor Dorano, I had a few questions about the syllabus.”
Colt glances at me and subtly tilts his head towards the door. I understand the silent command.
Out.
So, I march to my desk, gather my things, and pass by Colt as he engages in a conversation with the student.
My heart is still racing, and my pussy is still throbbing and wet as I exit the classroom.
The truth is, I will never escape Colt Dorano, not because I can’t outrun him, but because I’m the one who's chasing after him.
