"A...girl..."

You stare up at Nicholas, your eyes wide, your bare breasts swaying with your rapid breaths, the weight of them an unignorable warning that something fundamental had changed. You remember Nicholas Parker as a stubborn young man who refused to adapt to his surroundings, who would rather be a laughing stock than deny what he was. He was definitely no alpha male… there was nothing threatening about him back then.

That was then.

Now, looking up at his feverish gaze, feeling the cold air on your new, soft, hairless skin… He’s the most terrifying man in the world.

“A girl…” The whisper forces itself unwillingly through your full lips, your voice small, thin, enticing. “I feel like… a helpless girl…”

Nick isn’t sure what it is, whether it’s Teague’s wide, tearful, liquid eyes… the trembling, honey-sweet voice… or the words themselves, a shameful admission from someone who had once been a man with power over him…

But whatever it was, Nick felt himself becoming tremendously aroused by the beautiful blonde looking tearfully up at him.

Nick was not, by nature, a dominant man. But something about this… this girl, this frightened girl who had once been an overbearing man… it made him want to bend her to his will.

He found himself smiling as he spoke down to his former professor.

“You don’t like feeling like this do you?”

Teague bit down on her lower lip and shook her head once, blonde locks swaying.

“You don’t like being… ****. You want that to end, yes?”

A vigorous nodding, which did interesting things to his… her… breasts. Teague must have realized this as well because she looked away, her cheeks flushing.

So damn cute.

To hell with it. Being suggestible didn’t mean she’d succumb to every suggestion he made, but he wouldn’t know unless he tried.

“You’d do anything to make me turn you back… wouldn’t you?”

Teague’s doe like eyes snapped back towards him.