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too much steel for my liking. Some men liked a bitchy woman, but I wasn’t one of them. I preferred them weak and obedient, subservient to a point of being frail.
    Even though Emily wasn’t my first choice for a long-term fuck, I didn’t mind breaking the bitch every so often just to pull out the submissive whore I knew existed inside of her.
    “You apparently need a lesson in manners, Agent Chase.”
    Lust sparked in her eyes. “And how do you intend to do that?”
    Picking up a dry erase marker from the small, silver shelf attached to the wall, I held it up for her to see. “You’re going to write sentences for me until I’m satisfied that you understand who controls this team.”
    She scoffed. “I’m not in grade school, you filthy prick. Are you trying to tell me you’re into young girls now? I thought more of you than that.”
    Throwing the marker at her, my eyebrow cocked when she caught it mid-air. The bitch had damn good reaction time. “Step up to the front of the classroom, Ms. Chase.”
    After standing up from her chair, she approached the front of the room with a feline swagger, her hips rocking to and fro with each long legged step. Her pencil skirt bunched above her knees as she moved and the button up silk shirt she wore was pulled taut by her ample chest.
    Flicking the top off the pen, she looked up at me from behind her thick-rimmed glasses. “What would you like me to write, Professor Blake?”
    My hand gripped around the back of her neck as I slammed her body against the dry erase board. With my other hand I gripped her wrist, bringing the pen in her hand up to the board. “You’ll write this.”
    Slowly the letters I forced her to write turned into words and her eyes widened to see them. She cried out in pain each time she resisted and attempted to peel her body away from where I had it pressed against the board.
    “Now read what you just wrote, Agent Chase.”
    Her words were slightly muffled by her inability to speak clearly, her mouth half pressed to the board. “I’m a dirty slut that needs to keep her mouth shut.”
    I released her and she lost her balance, but caught herself before falling to the floor.
    “On your knees, Agent Chase.”
    She smirked. “I thought I was supposed to keep my mouth shut.”
    She had a point. Gripping the back of her neck again, I bent her over the table set up in the front of the room. Her skirt ripped with the force of me pulling it up and over her ass, her panties torn from her body before she had the chance to fight back.
    I was rock hard and didn’t give her the opportunity to complain. I liked fucking her when she was mad. Reaching my hands between her legs, I found that she was wet and waiting.
    Apparently she liked being fucked when she was mad as well.
    “You’re a stupid little bitch, you know that?”
    As soon as she opened her mouth to respond, I shoved my cock inside her, pushing in so far that the only sound that fell from her lips was a pained moan. The table creaked with each thrust of my hips, her sultry moans deepening as her body was forced towards a release.
    The bitch was dripping by the time I was nearing my own orgasm, but I had to bite my lip and imagine someone else to finish.
    She would become the bitch I couldn’t stand as soon as this was over and I relented the fact that I’d just given her what she wanted by taking her body.
    Damn if I didn’t like control and I was bound and determined to find another woman to fuck just as soon as this investigation was over.

Chapter Seven
    Jude
     
    “Juuuuuude,” Pet called out the moment she heard the door shut. I tensed and took off my coat. She was locked in her room, as usual, but had obviously been at her door listening for my arrival.
    “What is it?” I asked and paused just outside on my way to my bedroom.
    “Can I come out now? You’re late.”
    “Long day at work. Let me shower and I’ll come get you.”
    “I’ll shower with you. I can scrub your back,” she