Dare Me
Chapter Seven

Two weeks later, Rafe cursed his weakness and waited at the curb in front of Lakeside Elementary school. He watched kids file out of the school, clutching parents' hands and chattering excitedly about the day. A pang of longing cut deep. He had better make a move or they'd think he was some kind of weird stalker, which he was, but only when it came to one hot Dominatrix teacher who spun his world like a tornado and refused to leave him in peace. He tamped down a sigh and made his way to the front door, stopping at the sign-in desk. "I'm here to see Summer Preston," he said.

The gray haired lady peered over her glasses with suspicion. "Is she expecting you?"

"No." He took out his military ID and flashed it. "But she's a friend."

The woman's face softened when she caught that he'd served, and she nodded. "Fill this out. I'll ring her and let her know. Classroom 18."

"Thanks." He filled out the form and walked down the hall. Brightly colored pictures filled the painted blue walls, along with essays stapled to construction paper and various science projects. Children rushed past him in giggling groups, amidst teachers with clipboards trying to herd them into neat lines for dismissal. Rafe hid a smile, experiencing a sense of déjà vu from his own school days, and found room 18.

He went in.

She sat behind a large desk, back towards him, speaking with a dark-haired girl with thick black glasses. He waited quietly while her soft voice drifted to his ears, soothing him immediately.

"Hannah, this is the third day you haven't turned in homework. I told you we'd work together on the math problems. Is there something you don't understand?"

The little girl was silent. She ducked her head, dragged her foot, and blinked those big dark eyes until Rafe figured he'd be putty in her small hands. "No."

"No, you don't understand the math homework? Or no, you don't need any help?"

"I don't need any help."

"Is there another reason you're not doing the assignment? Are mom and dad okay?"

Hannah straightened up in sheer panic. "No!" she burst out. "I'll-I'll do the homework. I just...forgot."

Summer studied her for a while, and then slowly nodded. "I gave you two sheets for tonight. I also wrote a note to your mom. It's in your folder to bring home."

The little girl's lower lip trembled a bit. Rafe frowned. Something was going on. Seemed Summer caught the same vibe, because she squeezed Hannah's hand in support. "You can talk to me if something's bothering you, honey. We can figure it out together."

Hannah stayed silent.

Summer sighed and tucked her folder into her backpack. "Better get going before you miss the bus."

The little girl grabbed the backpack and tore out of the classroom, racing right by him without a second look.

Summer spun halfway around in her chair and rubbed her temples. Rafe took a moment to drink in her presence. Her silvery hair was clipped back in a loose knot and she had glasses like Hannah's perched on her nose. She wore a black pencil skirt, white blouse, and flat ballet type shoes. The proper, conservative vibe she gave off was ridiculously hot. He imagined her with a ruler in hand while she disciplined him mercilessly, and his dick got so hard, he cleared his throat, hoping no other children suddenly darted in.

She gasped and turned. Their gazes met and locked, and the simmering sexual tension exploded around them. Rafe caught his breath at the punch of pure heat. God, what was it about this woman? He'd been hoping if he saw her again, he'd convince himself it was just a lingering memory he wanted to hold on to. His original plan was to see her again, exchange a few words, and convince himself it had only been the exoticness of that one night bonding them together. Instead, he was in the classroom of an elementary school and craved to drag her onto the desk and fuck her like an animal.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice came out a bit ragged. Was that a glint of hope in her blue eyes or his imagination? Had she been thinking about him, too?

He walked in and shut the door behind him.

"I'm sorry to bother you at work. I just-I just needed to see you."

Summer stood up, her arms clasped in front of her chest. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

His words were raw and honest. He had nowhere left to hide, but he wasn't ready to take a full on leap. Rafe needed more time with her to figure it all out. He'd finally decided one night wasn't enough to slake his desires, so he had another proposition to bring her. If she'd take it.

Feeling vulnerable, he waited, but a smile curved her lips and she took a step forward. "I can't stop thinking about you either."

Relief cut through him. "What are we going to do about it?"

"What do you want to do about it?"

They circled each other. Her scent rose to his nostrils-a spicy, musk that defined the bad girl underneath all that surface civility. She was completely intoxicating, and he tightened his fists to keep from dragging her to him to steal a kiss. She wouldn't like that, though. Would probably punish him.

The thought should piss him off and remind him he wasn't a true sub.

Instead, the idea of her dominating him again made his cock twitch in need.

This time, her smile came slow and sexy, with the wicked knowledge she turned him on. Why did he want to drop to his knees and serve?

"I have a proposal," he finally said.

She inclined her head. "Go ahead."

"One night wasn't enough. Not for me. But I'm not ready to commit to be a full-time sub. I'm looking for more time. Time to see if we're good together for more than one night of great sex."

She took a long while before answering. Rafe appreciated her quietness, the way she didn't jump into emotion and chatter nonstop. Summer seemed to sift through his words, analyzing, thinking, before she answered. Another quality he adored in a woman and rarely found. "I didn't think this was something you wanted," she said quietly.

"I didn't think so either. Until I spent the night with you."

"This is new to me, too, Rafe. After the time we spent together, I realized I was more fulfilled than I'd ever been, but I'm learning my way. We can learn it together."

His heart pounded. Was he seriously going through with this? A relationship where he was dominated in the bedroom? He could still walk away and go back to his old life. Problem was, his old life wasn't satisfying any longer. He'd tried dating since Summer, and each woman fell flat, until the emptiness inside his gut spread, and he longed to feel alive again. Maybe just a little more time with her could help him decide. Maybe bringing them out of the bedroom and into the world would give him balance.

"I can't give any promises. I don't know what will happen between us, but I crave you, Summer. I lay awake at night and think of your hands on my body; of fucking you long, and deep, and slow, and I explode. Will you spend Saturday with me? I have the day off. I'd love to spend some time with you."

Her joyous smile gave him fierce satisfaction. God, he got off on pleasing her. "I'd love that. I'm free Saturday."

"Good. I'll pick you up at ten am. Dress casual."

"Keds?"

He laughed. "Perfect. Put my number in your phone." They exchanged cell numbers. "See you Saturday. Oh, and Summer?" "Yeah."

His eyes glittered with sensual demand. "Bring the catsuit."

Rafe didn't turn to see how his words affected her.

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