Violet's POV

I turned over, arching my ass out to give him the better view he wanted. The position left nothing hidden. I could feel how exposed I was—my cunt still glistening from his mouth, my thighs trembling, my skirt bunched around my waist.

He walked around the desk slowly, notebook open in one hand. I watched him in the reflection until he stopped behind me again.

I heard the flip of pages.

"You wrote that you wanted me to hold you down without even trying," he said. "That you wanted to feel how much bigger I am. That you wanted marks."

I swallowed. His voice was still calm, measured,...