Shadow Magic: Year 3

by Alexa B. James

  My anger dissipates as quickly as it came. I look down at my leg, the fading bite-marks creating a cold pit in my stomach. Shit. Why did I present it like that? I should have told him earlier, the moment I walked in, not like this.

  “You came across one before.” Darius stands, towering over me, eyes practically pinpricks as they glare down at me. “Before Dirk’s attack, judging from the scars. And you kept it a secret?”

  My voice catches against a lump in my throat. Part of me imagines Darius’ hands slamming me up against the wall, losing control and fucking me senseless, fueled by fury and fear for what could have been. I feel my magic crackling over my skin, brought to the surface by my thoughts of sex. Damn it. Darius’s Adam’s apple bobs, and his eyes scan over me, and I know it’s affecting him, too.

  But he remains where he stands, trembling with rage.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, drawing myself up and trying to ignore the gentle throb between my thighs. “I should have told you.”

  “You said Topher scared it away?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, you’re feeling guilty, and you came here thinking I’d tell you it wasn’t your fault,” he says. “But if the ogre was here before, then you likely are the reason it returned. It knew where to find dark magic. But instead of you, it found that unsuspecting freshman.”

  His voice is low, his breath coming faster as he growls down at me. “I didn’t know what to do,” I say. “Topher said we should look into it, so we were doing some research.”

  “Now he’s Topher to you?” he asks, his gaze falling to my lips. “Not Mr. Stephens?”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  Darius shakes his head slightly, a frown creasing his brow. He steps back and sinks into the chair behind his desk again. “You realize you put every student on this campus in jeopardy.”

  “I know,” I say. “I was trying to keep you safe, though. I was trying not to put your job in jeopardy.”

  “My job is in jeopardy every day that I see you walking around in that little skirt,” he says. “Why would telling me about an ogre be any worse? Because you think I can’t control myself if you come into my office and are alone with me?”

  “No,” I grumble. “I wish you couldn’t control yourself so well.”

  We stare at each other across the desk, and I can see the blazing lust in his eyes along with the anger. At least I have Rocco to get rid of the pressure. He doesn’t have anyone.

  “Jade,” he says slowly. “How is this putting the Headmaster job in jeopardy?”

  “Topher told me not to tell you,” I say. “And he knows about us, Darius. He plucked it from my head one day, and he doesn’t approve. He broke up with Elowen to take his job.”

  “And I broke things off with you,” Darius says slowly. “I’m not just your teacher. I’m the Headmaster of the whole school. I have to look out for every student.”

  “I know,” I say, nodding hard. “I’m sorry. I should have told you right away.”

  “You understand there are repercussions for your actions, Jade.”

  “I know,” I say. “Dirk was attacked, and… It could have been worse.”

  “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you,” he says. “You’ve broken a rule, and I’d have to do the same to any other student. I can’t treat you differently.”

  “Am I suspended?” I ask, my heart hammering.

  “No,” he says. “We couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be safe.”

  His fingers tent as he frowns at the ceiling as if trying to think up an adequate punishment. I’ve never seen him fuming like this. It’s scary but weirdly sexy. My knees squeeze together as my eyes fall on the paddle again.

  “So what are you going to do?” I blurt out. “Spank me?”

  Darius’s brow jumps in surprise, and then his gaze follows mine. “Would that be an adequate punishment to teach you a lesson?” he asks, his eyes glittering with a mixture of malice and lust.

  I lick my lips nervously. “I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe?”

  “I think that’s a great idea,” he says. “One lick for each day you kept this information to yourself.”

  I swallow hard, my eyes darting back and forth from him to the paddle, still mounted on the wall. How bad could it be? Darius isn’t going to hurt me. He loves me. And I can feel my body responding, heat pulsing between my legs at the naughty thoughts going through my mind.

  “Okay,” I say, my cheeks flushing with arousal as I meet his eyes. “Seven days.”

  “You understand that I don’t want to hurt you, Jade,” he says. “But you broke the rules, so you must be punished.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper.

  “Bend over my desk,” he says, standing and turning to take the paddle down. “This will be a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

  “Really?” I ask incredulously.

  “Now,” he orders, his voice hard. “Did you think I was teasing? Next time you think of keeping something from me, I hope you will remember this and learn from your mistake. And I intend to make this lesson last.”

  “Punish me as long as you need to.” I bend over, my knees shaking a little, my core clenching with anticipation and fear. I’m not used to being ordered around like that, even from my Headmaster. It’s as insulting as it is arousing. I’m not sure if I’m more humiliated or turned on or pissed off.

  “Good,” he says, standing beside me. He taps the paddle gently against the palm of his hand a couple times, then raises it, and smacks it down on my ass—hard. I yelp, then bite my lip. As the burn spreads across my ass, I feel heat settle between my legs in a throbbing ache for more.

  “You know a lot of people could have been hurt because of what you did,” he says. “And worst of all, you could have been killed. I can’t lose you, Jade. You’re too important to be reckless. If you weren’t important, I’d expel you. But since you are, you will face a different kind of punishment.”

  “I know,” I manage, tensed as I wait for the next smack.

  “Call me sir,” he growls, the paddle arcing through the air before smacking against my ass.

  “Yes, sir,” I obey, wincing even as heat throbs and pulses between my slickening thighs. I remember Bella leaned over Ryker’s desk like this, and how sick I felt watching them. Now I see the appeal. I feel utterly exposed, vulnerable, degraded… And turned on as hell. He’s taken control of me, and that’s not something I let a lot of people do.

  “Good,” he says, his breath coming a little faster. “Now, lift up your skirt so I can spank your ass the way you deserve for being such a bad girl.”

  “Are you sure, sir?” I ask. “What if Thorn hears us?”

  “Then I guess you’d better keep quiet.”

  With shaking hands, I lift my skirt, baring my ass, hoping he won’t see how wet I am already. Professor Darius doesn’t speak for a second, and then his finger hooks through the strap of the sexy little thong I’m wearing today. “Well, well, well,” he says. “I guess you just made my job a lot more exciting.”

  “I did?”

  He raises the paddle and brings it down on my bare ass cheek. It smacks so hard against my skin that my eyes begin to water, and I choke on the air as I try to draw a breath. If I thought he’d go easy on me, I was sorely mistaken. He shows no mercy, and my skin burns as if it will peel off from the heat. Professor Darius’s gaze is riveted on me, and the thought of him seeing me bent over his desk with my bare, spanked ass in the air makes me squirm for relief. As he marks my other ass cheek, I press my knees together and whimper.

  “Do you want Thorn to hear us?” he asks. “Maybe you’d like that, Jade. Would you like him to see me punish you?”

  “No, sir,” I whisper.

  The next swing hits the bare skin a second time, and my entire body seems to burn with the sting of it, fire racing over my skin as I struggle to breathe. “Are you sure?” Darius asks. “He could learn a thing or two from watching me fuck you, couldn’t he?�
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  “Sir, I don’t know if I could keep quiet for that,” I protest. “You could lose your job.”

  “It would be worth it to destroy that pussy like I did when you were a tight little virgin, not a naughty girl who wears slutty underwear like this. Who are you wearing them for, Jade? Who’s been helping my innocent student grow up so fast?”

  He smacks down on the other cheek, and I have to bite my tongue hard to keep from howling in agony. Darius stops and slides a finger under the string of my thong again, drawing it from my ass crack. “I asked you a question, Miss Silva,” he says. “You’d do well to answer me if you don’t want an extra swat.”

  “I’m not wearing them for anyone,” I blurt out. “I just like them.”

  He stands looking down at me. “You’ll call me sir,” he says. “Or you’ll get extra swats, anyway.”

  “Yes, sir,” I breathe. My pussy throbs with the heat throbbing in my ass, and wetness pools between my thighs, trickling down the delicate flesh. Darius pulls at the string on my thong, tugging it far from my ass, making it sink between the lips of my pussy.

  “You’re wet, Jade,” he says, an edge of taunting in his voice. “Is this turning you on?”

  “No, sir,” I lie.

  Without warning, the paddle cracks against my ass again. I yelp and jump, but Darius presses me back down on the desk. “That was for the seventh day,” he says. Then he lifts the paddle and smacks me again on the other cheek, sending agony spiraling through me even as I squeeze my knees tighter and whimper again. “And that was for being dishonest.”

  Before I can answer, he pulls my thong aside and slides a finger through my soaked folds, groaning softly. I start to rise, but he pushes me down again. “You’ll be still until I tell you to stand,” he says, pulling my legs open. I stand with legs spread while he pulls up a chair behind me. “Now. I’m going to give you seven more licks, these ones with my tongue, to show you there’s no hard feelings. You’re to be silent while I administer these as well. Unless you’d like Thorn to come in and watch your Headmaster tongue-fucking his girlfriend the way he wishes he could.”

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” I protest. “Sir.”

  Darius slowly draws my thong down, and I wince, the straps rasping over my raw, burning skin as he lowers them past my ass, leaving them around my knees. “He’s not the one sucking this sweet cunt dry every night while I’m stuck here alone, dreaming of the day I’ll get to taste you again?”

  “No, sir,” I whisper, squirming at his words, at the way he’s behind me, where I can’t see him, staring at my glistening flesh. He grips my thighs with both hands, spreading me open and leaning forward. His tongue swipes through my folds from my clit to the knotted hole of my ass, confident and dominant. I melt with pleasure, dealt out so deliberately after the pain.

  “Then who are you shaving your pussy for?” he asks, leaning in and swiping through again, adding a little suck when he reaches my entrance.

  I whimper with pleasure, arching up, needing him to push inside me. Instead, he suckles my clit this time, angling his chin to get deeper between my thighs. My knees give way, and I spread my legs shamelessly, not caring if I look desperate, letting his eyes fuck my open pussy.

  “Stay still,” Darius orders. This time, his tongue explores more slowly but still forcefully, collecting all the juices from my pussy as it slowly meanders from clit to ass again.

  “Yes, sir,” I say, trying to keep still as he delivers the fifth lick, a slow, sultry dragging of the wide part of his tongue across every nerve ending in my quivering slit.

  “Who’s fucking this sweet, bare pussy when I’m not around?” he asks.

  “I’d rather not say, sir,” I say, the word coming automatically. There’s something freeing but terrifying in the helplessness of lying here unable to see his face while he stares at my exposed intimate places, deciding whether to punish or reward me.

  He reaches for the paddle, and I bite my lip, holding the truth in while he whacks me again. When he raises it to give my ass another blow on the same scalded cheek, I break down.

  “It’s Rocco,” I blurt out. “I’ve been letting Rocco fuck me, sir. I can’t wait three years. I need to be fucked.”

  Darius drops the paddle and stands, thrusting into me so hard I gasp for mercy. My whole body tenses in shock as I adjust to his thick cock plowing into me. I didn’t even know he had pulled his cock out before he’d impaled me, grinding to the hilt inside my clenching walls. I cry out, and he grips the back of my neck, his fingers gentle but warning of a threat.

  “Don’t make a sound,” he purrs, pulling out and then slamming into me hard and deep, his cock filling me so full I have to bite my lip to hold in the spiraling pleasure. I let out a soft whimper as he begins to fuck me harder and harder, each thrust brutal and yet filled with such sweet relief that I nearly sob with it.

  “I’m just getting started,” Darius says, when I begin to pant aloud. “If I’m risking my job for you, you’re going to make it worth my while. I’m going to fuck you all night, Jade.” He leans over me, bracing his hands on the surface of his desk and pumping into me faster, his hips smacking my ass and making me gasp with the contact against my swollen, red skin. Pleasure and pain races through me until I can’t hold back. My toes curl, and my fingers clench on the edges of the desk.

  “I’m going to come,” I gasp as Darius slams me against the edge of the desk with bruising force.

  “Hold it in,” he growls, pinning me to the desk with his hips, grinding his thick, full cock balls-deep inside my slick pussy.

  “I can’t,” I blurt as it washes over me. I bite down on my lip, swallowing a scream as his cock throbs deeper inside me. He moves slowly, grinding in as I break apart around him, unable to stop the orgasm from washing over me. I open my mouth, but his hand clamps over it. I swallow another scream, the magic bursting toward my skin and then shimmering at the edges of my consciousness. I clamp my mouth shut, holding in my screams as my magic seems to implode. My orgasm folds in on itself, opening a vortex of pleasure inside me that’s so intense I lose all sense of where I am, blackness swallowing my vision until I’m nothing but a shimmering, unearthly, throbbing chasm of white-hot ecstasy.

  It goes on and on, but I’m barely aware of my body. I lose myself to it, becoming the whole world, swallowing up every pleasure in the universe, all of it crashing into me again and again as my magic clashes inside me.

  When I finally come back to myself, Darius is still pumping into me relentlessly, plundering my pussy with frantic strokes like a man possessed.

  “Oh, god,” I moan. “I think I fainted. Have you been fucking me this whole time?”

  “I told you this wouldn’t be over quickly. You better get ready to do that again, because I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied.”

  “Yes, sir,” I mumble, too exhausted to even move. Pleasure is still rippling through me, magic dancing over my skin like static electricity. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to come again after that.

  But I do. Again and again—on his desk, on my hands and knees, on my back… Over and over I come, until the Headmaster has fucked, sucked, and spanked his bruised, sore, and chafed naughty little student into submission.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Jade?” Darius says, nudging me out of my drowsy state. We’re lying on the floor of his office, my head pillowed on his arm as he holds me in his arms, both of us finally too exhausted to go on.

  “Mmm?” I answer.

  “Thorn’s still outside,” he says. “I’d better go dismiss him.”

  “Oh, shit,” I mutter.

  Darius kisses my temple before slipping his arm from under my head. Somewhere along the way, we both got naked, and now he searches around for his clothes. When he’s dressed, he steps out of the room to talk to Thorn.

  He returns a minute later to find me still lying there like a pool of bliss. He stands over me until I turn to look up at him. “Should I get dressed?” I
murmur.

  “Not yet,” he says. “Let me look at your naughty red bottom a bit longer.”

  “You make me sound like a baboon,” I say, laughing and covering my face.

  Darius kneels and turns me onto my belly, running his strong hands up the backs of my thighs until he reaches my ass. “Maybe it’s wrong, but I like knowing you’re wearing my mark,” he says, brushing his fingertips across the sensitive skin.

  I shiver, feeling exposed but strangely powerful. I made this sweet, caring man show me his dark side. He spanked the fuck out of me… And I liked it. I love that he’s supportive, but I also love that he’s dominant in bed, that he runs the show. But he’s more than dominant. He’s a little mean, too.

  Somehow, I don’t mind. It’s nice after walking around campus being treated like I’m something terrifying or fascinating, to finally feel smaller than someone. To feel powerless. There was a strange, intoxicating thrill in giving over everything to someone. And for it to be someone I trust—well, I couldn’t have done it if I didn’t feel that way about him.

  In truth, it’s nice to know I’m not so powerful that I can get away with anything. No matter how much he loves me, he’s going to hold me accountable and punish me when I need it. Just maybe not the same way he punishes other students. I smile at the thought that now I know a dirty little secret about the Headmaster.

  “Let’s go to my apartment,” he says. “I’ll have you excused from classes for the day. You’ve had a long night.”

  I lift my head, realizing that there’s light creeping in the windows. “What if someone puts two and two together? If you don’t show up…”

  “I’ll go in this afternoon,” he says. “And you let me worry about that. I appreciate your concern, but I’m responsible for myself. I’m responsible for keeping this job, not you, Jade. I’ve made my choices, and one of them was to fuck a student when I was a teacher, and now when I’m Headmaster. If I lose my job, it’ll be worth it to have felt you cum on my cock even once.”