Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
His fingers trace the outline of my black lace panties. “I like these. I guess I’ll have to buy a replacement.”
“What are you—?”
My question ends on a gasp when he tears the delicate underwear. A rush of cool air teases over my wet, heated pussy, and I groan in wanton abandon.
“I need you to be quiet for me,” he says. “As much as I would love for you to scream my name, I don’t want the other faculty to hear you.”
The ruined underwear appear in my field of vision, nearing my mouth.
My defiance flares, and I try to jerk away.
But there’s nowhere for me to go.
I lock my lips together, resisting the pressure of his lace-clad fingers.
“Open your mouth, brat.”
“Mmmf!” I refuse, not daring to speak aloud in case me manages to slip the perverted gag in place.
“You’ll knock on the desk if you need me to stop.” He’s determined now. Merciless. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
His fist tangles in my hair, wrenching my head back.
I gasp, and it’s not entirely involuntary.
He presses the wet underwear between my parted lips. I moan at the taste of my own arousal.
“You like how you taste, don’t you?” he asks, voice almost guttural with his tormented lust.
His hand clamps over my mouth, trapping the makeshift gag behind my teeth.
“Say yes, Professor,” he commands.
But I can’t speak. My mouth is full of torn lace.
He keeps the muffling hand in place and spanks me with the other. “I gave you an order.”
“Yes, Professor.” My cheeks flame at the garbled attempt to comply.
He caresses my ass. “See? That wasn’t so hard. You can be my good girl.”
A low growl eases from my chest, but I’m too turned on to be truly indignant.
“What was that?” Three stinging swats to my upper thighs.
I shriek at the flash of white-hot pain.
“Shhh,” he reminds me, dipping his face close enough to mine that his lips ghost over my forehead. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”
Two fingers touch between my legs, testing the fresh wash of desire that wets my labia.
“I think maybe you like that idea a little too much.” Abruptly, he grasps my pussy in his broad palm—a purely possessive act. “Too bad. I’m not going to let anyone else see you like this.”
I whimper at a rush of lust.
“I think you like that even better,” he remarks, teasing my folds. “Do you want me to be possessive? Do you want me to promise I’ll ruin you for all other men and keep you for myself?”
I try to shake my head, but the little thrill of alarm that races down my spine heats my core.
“It’s a good thing you’re gagged. I wouldn’t like it if you lied to me. This is for your own good.”
I growl at him again, but he just rubs my butt fondly.
“You’re really cute when you’re pretending to be fierce. You can let go now. Just relax and submit. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Stinging heat flares on my upturned ass when he spanks me again to punctuate his point. At the same time, he kisses my forehead. The dichotomy of tenderness and torment makes my brain go fuzzy, and I melt into the desk.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, swatting my thighs again. “Just like that.”
The sweet pain stops abruptly, and he traces the outline of my throbbing pussy.
“Now,” he drawls. “I’m going to let go of your mouth, but you’ll behave and keep your panty gag in. Don’t disappoint me.”
My eyes practically roll back in response to his raw dominance. I’ve never experienced release like this. My mind blanks. All that exists is his control and my desperate need for an orgasm.
“Say I’ll behave, Professor,” he mocks.
Heat floods my entire body as I comply, my promise completely muffled by my own underwear.
Satisfied, he withdraws his hand from my mouth. I expect him to finally claim my lips, but instead, his hands grip my hips. I squeak in surprise when he flips me onto my back; the tie that binds me to the desk twists to allow the shift in position.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to stay quiet for me,” he taunts. “We’ve barely started.”
He looms over me, hands splayed on my thighs.
I stop breathing when he drops to his knees.
His gaze is fixed on my most intimate area like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
An embarrassed whine slips past the gag when he parts my labia with his thumbs so he can inspect me more thoroughly.
I can’t look away. His sculpted face is drawn into harsh lines, and the glimmer over his dark eyes is pure possessiveness.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I glow at the rough praise. A shudder convulses my body, and his fingers flex into my thighs to hold me open for him.
His finger traces the seam of my pussy, dipping inside me just enough to make me squirm.