Sends her away

Headmaster Alexander stepped back, adjusting his trousers fully now with a satisfied smirk, his dark eyes roaming over Julia’s disheveled form—mascara-streaked cheeks, swollen lips still glistening, dress rumpled and damp between her thighs. He was done with her for the moment; she’d been used, marked, and broken just enough to ensure obedience. Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out a small notepad, scribbled something quickly, then tore off the page and held it out to her.

“Give me your phone number, Mrs. Edwards,” he ordered, voice calm but unyielding. “I’ll text you later with your missions. You’ll do exactly as I say, when I say it—no questions, no hesitation. Understand?”

Julia’s hands trembled as she took the pen he offered next, scrawling her number on the paper in shaky script before handing it back. She couldn’t meet his eyes, the weight of submission settling heavy in her chest alongside the lingering taste of him on her tongue.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pocketing the note. “Now compose yourself. You’re going to walk out of here looking like the perfect, put-together mother no one will suspect a thing.”

He pressed the intercom button on his desk. “Caprice, please come escort Mrs. Edwards out. She’s finished here.”

A moment later the door opened, and the young, impeccably groomed secretary stepped inside, her expression professionally neutral as she glanced between them. Julia rose on unsteady legs, smoothing her dress with numb fingers, trying to ignore the slickness still coating her inner thighs and the ache pulsing deep inside her.

Caprice offered a polite smile. “This way, Mrs. Edwards.”

Alexander watched them go without another word, already turning back to his desk as if the encounter had been nothing more than a routine meeting. Julia followed the assistant down the hall, head high despite the ruin beneath her composed exterior, knowing this was only the beginning and that her phone would soon buzz with whatever depraved task her new Master demanded next.