Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

tongue.
“GGod, you’re doing so well,” Miss Jennings said, refusing
to shut the fuck up. “Don’t stop. Keep going, baby.”
Baby? What the fuck?
I clenched my teeth and stood straight, breathing hard and
damn near ripping at my belt buckle to unfasten it. She might
have some duct tape in her desk. She needed to be shut up.
Heat flooded my neck and chest as I fought to get back in my
head where I was distracted.
But she rose up off the desk, trying to kiss me and take
over unfastening the belt. “I want to suck you,” she breathed
out. “I want to taste you.”
It gets hard when I do that. That means you like it.
The memory of those words knotted over and over again in
my gut, and I pulled her hands away. “No.”
I didn’t like that.
“Do as your told,” she said, trying to play.
But I lost it. I grabbed her neck and held her still as I got in
her face. “I don’t like that.”
Yeah, you like it, don’t you, baby? You’re such a good boy.
I shoved her away and backed up, refastening my belt. My
pulse pounded in my ears, and my skin crawled as the walls
closed in. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t breathe.
Fuck.
“What?” I heard Miss Jennings say as she held up her
arms, covering herself. “I want it, Damon. You knew I wanted
you. This was so hot. Come on.” She reached for me and stood
up, trying to wrap her arms around my body. “Finish me,” she
whispered, her sticky, snake-arms like fire on my skin.
I pushed her off and ran a hand through my hair. “Stupid
bitch.”
And I walked away from her, unlocking the door and
throwing it open as I charged into the still mostly empty