Rowan's lips left hers for a moment, his eyes dark and predatory as he regarded Samantha. She gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her lips swollen from the kiss.
There was a flicker of mischief in her eyes, a silent challenge that he immediately recognized.
"You've been testing me all day, haven't you?" Rowan growled, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers tightened on her waist, his dominance unmistakable.
Samantha smirked, running her tongue over her lips as she tilted her head in mock defiance. "Maybe. What are you going to do about it, Sir?"
The way she emphasized the last word sent a jolt through him, igniting something primal.
Rowan's hand slid up her back, his grip firm, commanding.
"Careful, Samantha," He warned, his tone carrying the edge of authority. "You might not like what happens if I decide to teach you a lesson."
"Oh, I think I will," She shot back, her voice laced with a teasing sultriness.
Rowan's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Is that so?"
With a swift motion, he turned her around, pressing her against the wall. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "If you're going to play the rebellious student, you'd better be prepared for the consequences."
"Yes, sir," Samantha replied, her voice soft yet dripping with challenge. She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze locking with his.
The tension crackled between them, electrifying and dangerous.
Rowan let out a low chuckle, the sound resonating through her. "Good girl. Now, let's see if you can follow instructions."
His hands roamed down her sides, lingering just enough to make her shiver. "Lesson one: respect your coach."
Samantha bit her lip, her body reacting instinctively to his commanding tone.
"What if I fail the lesson?" She asked coyly, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Rowan leaned in, his lips grazing her neck. "Then you'll just have to face the consequences, won't you?"
"I can't believe this is happening," Samantha thought, her pulse racing like a drumbeat echoing in her ears.
Her heart was a wild thing, untamed and desperate, thundering against her ribs as if it might burst free. Every nerve in her body buzzed with electric anticipation, a fiery thrill coursing through her veins and pooling low in her belly.
She bit her lip, trying to steady herself, but the delicious chaos inside her only grew. Her throat tightened, her breath hitching as she struggled to swallow the knot of excitement threatening to steal her composure.
Her stomach coiled, not with fear, but with an intoxicating mixture of adrenaline and desire, as though her entire being was teetering on the edge of something dangerously exhilarating.
With agonizing slowness, Rowan slid the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whisper of silk. The cool air kissed her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.
In a matter of seconds, Samantha stood before him, wrapped in a black lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination, the delicate fabric hugging every curve and amplifying the temptation she exuded.
Rowan's eyes roamed over her, dark and smoldering, his expression a perfect blend of control and raw hunger. His fingers trailed along the curve of her spine, his touch light but deliberate, sending shivers cascading down her body. His voice, low and dripping with intent, broke the silence. "Well, well... someone came not just prepared but eager. Dressing up just for me, hmm?"
Samantha's lips curved into a playful, knowing smile as she tilted her head, her voice sultry and teasing. "I live to please you, sir."
"Is that so?" He murmured, stepping closer, his body radiating heat as he closed the small distance between them.
The way he looked at her was almost too much, his gaze dragging over her as if committing every inch of her to memory.
Samantha's skin prickled with goosebumps under his scrutiny, her breath hitching as the tension between them reached a fever pitch. She could feel the electricity crackling in the air, her body alive and trembling, anticipation coiling tight inside her like a spring ready to snap.
Warm hands touched her hips, slowly moving along the curves, feeling the softness of her skin.
'How can I be so wet already? Rowan hasn't even touched me yet!'
"Step out of them," Rowan commanded, his voice firm, carrying the weight of authority that sent a thrill racing down her spine.
Samantha hesitated for a fraction of a second, her fingers trembling as she hooked them into the waistband of her panties. Her movements were deliberate but awkward, a faint blush creeping up her neck as she tried—and failed—to conceal the evidence of her arousal. The way her thighs pressed together, the way she avoided his piercing gaze, it was all too telling.
Rowan's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, his eyes dark with amusement and desire.
"Don't bother hiding it, Samantha. I can see everything," He murmured, his voice like velvet and steel. He stepped closer, his towering presence making her feel both vulnerable and utterly exhilarated. "You think I don't notice the way you're trembling? The way your body is practically begging for me, even when you're trying to play coy?"
Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. The air between them felt thick, electric, as though even a single word could ignite the room.
"Go on," He urged, his voice dropping an octave, dripping with temptation. "Show me how good you can be. Don't make me repeat myself."
With a deep, shaky breath, Samantha let the fabric slip down her legs, exposing herself completely to his unrelenting gaze. Her vulnerability only seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes, his lips parting slightly as he took her in.
"Good girl," Rowan purred, his approval wrapping around her like a caress.
"But next time," He added, his voice a low growl as he ran a single finger up her thigh, "don't make me wait."
"Spread your legs."
A shiver rolled down her spine, and Samantha widened her stance, revealing her wet clit, twitching in anticipation.
"My, my... already?" Rowan drawled, his voice thick with mockery, laced with just enough amusement to make her cheeks flush a furious red. His gaze dropped, pointed and deliberate, dragging over her with a heat that made her feel exposed in the most intoxicating way.
The teasing smirk on his lips was both infuriating and impossibly alluring, and Samantha could feel the heat creeping up her neck, spreading over her skin like wildfire.
Damn him, She thought, biting her lip as her pulse thundered in her ears. Why does this make me want him even more?
Damp curls peeked out from beneath her round bum, the sight of her response the most potent aphrodisiac.
Rowan leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, "You're so responsive, Samantha. It's almost too easy."
His tone was taunting, but the underlying edge of desire was unmistakable. He was toying with her, and she hated how much she loved it.
Her body betrayed her, a shiver coursing down her spine as he trailed a finger along her collarbone, the lightest touch enough to set her nerves alight.
"Tell me," He purred, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, "is it the way I talk to you, or the way I see you, that has you so undone?"
She swallowed hard, her voice caught in her throat as her knees threatened to give out beneath her.
Rowan pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze filled with wicked satisfaction.
"Careful," Rowan teased, his smirk deepening as he tilted her chin up with a single finger. "You might just make me think you crave being at my mercy."
With a deliberate motion, he rolled up his sleeves, the simple act radiating authority and restraint, as though he was preparing to unleash something she wasn't ready for. He stepped back slightly, giving her a full view of him—commanding, confident, and utterly irresistible.
"Look at me, Samantha," He ordered, his voice a rich, velvety command.
She turned toward the sound of his voice, her gaze locking with his cold, penetrating eyes. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down her spine, every nerve in her body trembling as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her. The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken promises, and Samantha felt as though her very soul was laid bare before him.
Rowan's lips curved into a wicked grin as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.
"I want to hear you beg for it," He murmured, his voice a dark, sultry whisper that sent a thrill straight to her core. "Ask me nicely, Samantha."
Her throat tightened, her breath hitching as she struggled to find her voice. She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her body betraying her need despite her hesitation. The anticipation was intoxicating, her pulse pounding in her ears as his words hung in the air like a challenge.
The silence stretched, his gaze unwavering, until Samantha finally broke, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with desire. "Please, sir…"
The words left her lips like a confession, vulnerable and raw, as her eyes searched his for a hint of mercy she knew wouldn't come.
Rowan's grin widened, his satisfaction evident as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
"Good girl," He growled, his breath hot against her skin. "But I think you can do better than that."
"Please spank me, Sir," Samantha spoke with her utmost strength.
His lips twitched, curling upwards in a smirk.