"Phase two," Anastasia whispered, her eyes dark with intent.

She didn't hesitate. She reached down, her cool fingers deftly unbuckling his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops was sharp in the silent room. Kai flinched against the restraints, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

Oh fuck, Kai's mind screamed. Don't tell me she's actually going to-

She popped the button of his jeans. Then the zipper. With a ruthless efficiency, she tugged the denim and his boxers down to his thighs.

His cock sprang free, angry and swollen, twitching in the cool air before settling into a hard, upright curve. It was fully engorged, leaking pre-cum, a testament to how badly her mere presence affected him.

Anastasia stared at it. She didn't touch it-not yet. She just looked, her expression one of clinical satisfaction mixed with a dark, hungry pride.

"Hard," she observed, her voice low. "Despite the fear. Despite the danger. Your body has absolutely no loyalty to your brain, does it, Kai?"

She stood up straight, towering over him in her black slip dress.

"This is your punishment," she declared, stepping closer until her knees knocked against his spread thighs. "You want to look? Then look."

Her hands went to the thin spaghetti straps of her dress.

No way, Kai thought, his eyes widening in disbelief. No fucking way she is showing me her-

She slid the straps down.

The black silk pooled around her waist, revealing everything.

Kai's breath vanished.

She was magnificent. Her breasts were heavy and pale, perfect teardrops that seemed to glow in the dim light. They were softer, fuller than he had ever imagined, with large, pink areolas that centered on dangerously hard, perky nipples.

God, Kai's internal monologue stuttered, short-circuiting. She's naked. My teacher is topless. She is out of her mind. She is completely crazy.

"Do you like what you see?" she purred, seeing his jaw drop.

She didn't wait for an answer. She stepped in between his legs, closing the final distance. She grabbed his shoulders for balance and lowered herself.

Kai gasped as he felt the soft, warm weight of her breasts press against his chest. But she didn't stop there. She adjusted her position, moving lower, until the tip of her hard nipple brushed against the head of his cock.

"Ahh... fuck..." Kai groaned, his head falling back against the chair. The sensation was electric-wet, hot, and agonizingly good.

"Look at me," she commanded, grabbing his hair and forcing his head back up.

She ground her chest against his erection, her nipples teasing the sensitive skin of his shaft, sliding up and down with agonizing slowness.

"This is your punishment, Kai," she hissed, her blue eyes burning into his. "I am going to make you feel everything, but I will not let you release. You are going to sit here, tied up and helpless, while I use you to scratch my itch."

She reached down, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing it tight to cut off the sensation just enough to keep him on the edge. She rubbed him like she was caressing a pet-possessive, condescending, and affectionate.

"Good boy," she cooed, watching him writhe. "Such a hard, obedient boy."

She pressed her thumb against his throbbing vein.

"Ma'am... Anastasia... what are you doing?" Kai pleaded, his voice cracking. "Please..."

"I am teaching you," she whispered, leaning in so her lips brushed his ear. "I am teaching you to pay attention to the details."

She pulled back, stopping the movement. His cock throbbed, aching for more friction, aching to finish.

"Tell me," she ordered, her voice sharp. "Describe the stimulus. If you want me to untie you... if you want me to let you go... you have to tell me exactly what you are seeing."

She arched her back, thrusting her chest out, her hands resting on her hips to accentuate the curve of her waist.

"My nipples," she demanded. "My waist. My lips. How are they, Kai? Tell me how you feel about them."

Kai looked at her. He was trapped. He was exposed. And he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He had no choice but to submit.

"Your... your nipples," Kai panted, his eyes locking onto the pink peaks. "They're... they're perfect. They're so pink... and hard. like diamonds. I want to... I want to bite them."

Anastasia smiled, a cruel, pleased glint in her eyes. "Go on."

"Your waist," Kai continued, the words tumbling out of him in a rush of honesty. "It's... it's so small. Curvy. Like an hourglass. I want to hold it. I want to leave marks on it."

He looked up at her face, at the mouth that had tormented him since the moment he walked into her class.

"And your lips..." Kai whispered, his voice dropping to a worshipful husk. "They are cruel. They are red and wet and... and I want to taste myself on them again."

Anastasia froze for a second, surprised by the boldness of his last admission. Then, her smile widened into something truly predatory.

"Excellent answer," she murmured.

She reached behind him. Kai braced himself, expecting her to untie him.

Instead, she leaned forward, pressing her bare breasts fully against his face, suffocating him in her scent and her softness.

"Since you described them so well," she whispered against his skin, "perhaps you should have a taste."

Kai's mind was reeling, drunk on the scent of her skin and the overwhelming visual of her bare chest hovering inches from his face. He didn't think. He couldn't think.

He stretched his neck forward, straining against the silk bonds, his mouth opening to accept the offering. Her nipple was right there-pink, hard, and inviting. He could almost feel the texture of it on his tongue. He needed it. He needed to claim this small part of her to survive the insanity of the last hour.

He closed his eyes, leaning in for the kiss.

Swish.

Air.

Kai kissed nothing but empty air.

His eyes snapped open. Anastasia had pulled back. She was standing straight up now, looking down at him with a cruel, amused expression. Her chest was heaving slightly, but her eyes were dancing with mockery.

"Ah, ah, ah," she tutted, wagging a finger at him.

Then, she laughed. It was a soft, throaty sound that echoed in the silent room, stripping Kai of his last shred of dignity.

"What did you think, Kai?" she teased, her voice dripping with condensation. "Did you really think I would let you taste me so easily? Just because you begged?"

She shook her head, her blonde ponytail swaying.

"No," she said, her voice turning sharp. "This was a punishment, Kai. Not a reward. Rewards are earned. Punishment is endured."

Kai slumped back in the chair, his chest aching with the rejection. He felt foolish, exposed, and incredibly small.

"Cover your eyes," she commanded.

Kai looked away, staring at the floor, unable to watch as she pulled the thin spaghetti straps of her black slip dress back up. The silk slid over her curves, hiding the pale, perfect skin of her breasts, locking them away from his sight. The show was over.

She walked behind him. He felt her cool fingers working on the knots at his wrists.

"You have a lot to learn about patience," she murmured as the black silk loosened.

The tension released. Kai pulled his hands free, rubbing his wrists. The blood rushed back into his fingers, prickling like needles. He felt weak, his body still humming with adrenaline and unspent desire.

"Stand up," she ordered, walking back around to face him. She pointed at his jeans, which were still down around his thighs, exposing his slowly softening erection. "Cover yourself. You look pathetic."

Kai scrambled up, his face burning. He yanked his boxers and jeans up, fumbling with the button and belt. He felt like a child being scolded, yet his heart was still racing for her.

"I... I'm sorry, Ma'am," he mumbled, tucking his shirt in.

"Anastasia," she corrected automatically.

She stepped into his personal space again. Kai froze, his hand freezing on his belt buckle.

She reached out and cupped his face with both hands. Her palms were soft, her fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled him down slightly until their faces were aligned.

Then, she leaned in and pressed the tip of her nose against his.

It was an shockingly intimate gesture-something lovers did, not a teacher and her student. Kai stopped breathing. He was cross-eyed looking at her, drowning in the blue of her eyes.

"Don't disappoint me next time, Kai," she whispered, her breath mingling with his.

Her voice dropped to a register that sent a shiver of pure, primal fear down his spine.

"You don't know what I can do if I get angry," she warned softly, her thumb caressing his cheekbone. "I have a very specific temper. And I do not like my favorite student getting low marks. Do you understand?"

Kai nodded, unable to speak. "Yes."

"Good," she said, abruptly releasing him and stepping back. The warmth vanished instantly. "Now go. Study Chapter 6. I will test you tomorrow."

The front door clicked shut behind him, the sound final and heavy.

Kai stood on the porch, the freezing Delhi night hitting him like a physical slap. He sucked in a gulp of icy air, trying to cool the fire in his blood.

What the fuck just happened?

He stumbled down the steps, grabbing his bicycle with shaking hands. He felt dizzy.

She is crazy, his mind screamed as he unlocked his bike. She is actually psycho. Who does that? Who ties up a student and shows him her tits and then kicks him out?

He swung his leg over the seat, his mind racing.

I should tell someone. I should go to the Principal. Or tell Rohan. Or my mom.

He paused, one foot on the pedal.

No. No, no, no.

If he told anyone, it would be over. The lessons would stop. He would never see her like that again. And...

He bit his lip, remembering the image of her nipples, the feel of her body pressed against his face.

It was hot. It was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. And scary as fuck.

He checked his phone. The screen lit up in the dark.

8:13 PM.

"Shit!" Kai cursed aloud, his voice cracking in the empty lane. "I am so dead. Mom is going to kill me."

He pushed off the ground, pedaling frantically into the fog. The fear of Anastasia was momentarily replaced by the fear of Prerna and a cold dinner, but the sensation of his teacher's nose touching his lingered on his skin like a burn.