He waited long enough to begin speaking that she was a bit startled when he did. Was his voice different? Or was it just the effect of keeping her eyes closed? She wanted to open them, but kept them clenched tightly shut.
Her 'favorite' part of coming here? Urgh. None of it had been good. Least bad, then. Her mind flashed first to the moment he'd tilted her chin up with his cane. But he'd asked for 'least bad,' not most memorable, which was why--she was fairly sure--that particular instant had come to mind.
Well, the money, obviously... Being able to leave $50,000 richer. Although, she found herself thinking about the little bag of shiny things, gold coins and jewelry. She hadn't given it a proper look until she'd gotten home. Those things had been worth much more than $20,000, because she'd been very, very careful with them. But there was one thing, a ring, she'd been unable to part with yet. She had only that and a few gold coins left. The coins, because she hadn't needed to sell them yet. The ring, because it was too beautiful to sell.
A gold band, a beautiful opal. Two smaller rubies on either side, four tiny diamonds. She'd never even worn it out, though she always wanted to, because it was just such a grand thing. She supposed, of all the things she'd gotten that day, that was her favorite. Hopefully, that worked for him.
Now, how it could have been better... What, the ring? No, the visit, obviously. Well. He could have been nicer about the whole thing. But that wasn't where her mind went. It flitted, stubbornly, back to the cane. She was imagining gloved hands now, probably because she'd just touched them, gripping her chin and angling it painfully upwards instead.
That was almost certainly irrelevant to the question at hand.
He could have been nicer. Focus on that, instead. How differently could it have gone if he'd not been drunk, if he'd had the attitude she'd seen today? "How may I be of service?" Yes, tipping her head back like that, asking her what she needed, suggesting how he could help. Er, wait, no, why was he still touching her with gloves in this scenario. She needed to get off the damn gloves.
Having sympathy, instead of disdain, maybe that. "Ah, ma jeune fille faible, how hard you've worked for so little. Let me help."
Somehow this was more embarrassing than the bit with the gloves. But if he'd offered help, which he could so clearly afford, instead of torturing her for a relatively small piece of his obvious fortune... He could have been nice. She could have come back, or written him those letters he'd taunted her about, but genuinely. He could have been pleased to see her earn 4.0 after 4.0, semester after semester, his investment paying off.
Now she was just making herself goddamn sad. Enough of this.
Next. A fantasy she wish she didn't have. Well there was that entire thing with the fucking gloves right there. Christ. But her mind did even worse, deciding to play back a few of her choice uncomfortable dream/nightmares in high definition. How about the one where he'd taken his cane to her a bit more directly? That one had been fucked, and then she'd woken up and fingered herself stupid while the sensation was still sharp in her mind. Although the gloves seemed to be haunting her, because she was now imagining the same scene, but with his gloved hands instead of the cane, bare ass over his knee. Reading French poetry, but every time she got a word wrong, down came the leather-clad hand and--
He had said make it go away, yes? Time to work on that part! Time to think about literally anything else but this. Puppies in a field--hands gently stroking her fur, cooing, telling her she was good-- Kittens. Kittens in a field. Innocent, pure kittens, frolicking. Focus on the kittens. Meditate on that.
When that didn't work, she just started listing the presidents backwards starting from present day until she'd managed to mostly chase out the ghosts of hands various places. Mostly.
And now she was done.
She opened her eyes, found herself still in his study and a bit more flushed for the experience. The leather chair was just as inviting as ever. She was very glad he hadn't moved, as he'd said he wouldn't. She wasn't very glad he was still wearing those gloves, which she was now pointedly avoiding looking at. Actually, better just avoid looking at him altogether. She cleared her throat, awkwardly.
"Was that, uh... Correct?"
Her 'favorite' part of coming here? Urgh. None of it had been good. Least bad, then. Her mind flashed first to the moment he'd tilted her chin up with his cane. But he'd asked for 'least bad,' not most memorable, which was why--she was fairly sure--that particular instant had come to mind.
Well, the money, obviously... Being able to leave $50,000 richer. Although, she found herself thinking about the little bag of shiny things, gold coins and jewelry. She hadn't given it a proper look until she'd gotten home. Those things had been worth much more than $20,000, because she'd been very, very careful with them. But there was one thing, a ring, she'd been unable to part with yet. She had only that and a few gold coins left. The coins, because she hadn't needed to sell them yet. The ring, because it was too beautiful to sell.
A gold band, a beautiful opal. Two smaller rubies on either side, four tiny diamonds. She'd never even worn it out, though she always wanted to, because it was just such a grand thing. She supposed, of all the things she'd gotten that day, that was her favorite. Hopefully, that worked for him.
Now, how it could have been better... What, the ring? No, the visit, obviously. Well. He could have been nicer about the whole thing. But that wasn't where her mind went. It flitted, stubbornly, back to the cane. She was imagining gloved hands now, probably because she'd just touched them, gripping her chin and angling it painfully upwards instead.
That was almost certainly irrelevant to the question at hand.
He could have been nicer. Focus on that, instead. How differently could it have gone if he'd not been drunk, if he'd had the attitude she'd seen today? "How may I be of service?" Yes, tipping her head back like that, asking her what she needed, suggesting how he could help. Er, wait, no, why was he still touching her with gloves in this scenario. She needed to get off the damn gloves.
Having sympathy, instead of disdain, maybe that. "Ah, ma jeune fille faible, how hard you've worked for so little. Let me help."
Somehow this was more embarrassing than the bit with the gloves. But if he'd offered help, which he could so clearly afford, instead of torturing her for a relatively small piece of his obvious fortune... He could have been nice. She could have come back, or written him those letters he'd taunted her about, but genuinely. He could have been pleased to see her earn 4.0 after 4.0, semester after semester, his investment paying off.
Now she was just making herself goddamn sad. Enough of this.
Next. A fantasy she wish she didn't have. Well there was that entire thing with the fucking gloves right there. Christ. But her mind did even worse, deciding to play back a few of her choice uncomfortable dream/nightmares in high definition. How about the one where he'd taken his cane to her a bit more directly? That one had been fucked, and then she'd woken up and fingered herself stupid while the sensation was still sharp in her mind. Although the gloves seemed to be haunting her, because she was now imagining the same scene, but with his gloved hands instead of the cane, bare ass over his knee. Reading French poetry, but every time she got a word wrong, down came the leather-clad hand and--
He had said make it go away, yes? Time to work on that part! Time to think about literally anything else but this. Puppies in a field--hands gently stroking her fur, cooing, telling her she was good-- Kittens. Kittens in a field. Innocent, pure kittens, frolicking. Focus on the kittens. Meditate on that.
When that didn't work, she just started listing the presidents backwards starting from present day until she'd managed to mostly chase out the ghosts of hands various places. Mostly.
And now she was done.
She opened her eyes, found herself still in his study and a bit more flushed for the experience. The leather chair was just as inviting as ever. She was very glad he hadn't moved, as he'd said he wouldn't. She wasn't very glad he was still wearing those gloves, which she was now pointedly avoiding looking at. Actually, better just avoid looking at him altogether. She cleared her throat, awkwardly.
"Was that, uh... Correct?"
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