His attention had shifted to my hand between my legs, but I kept mine fixed on his face. I enjoyed watching his face contort in pleasure and misery, how his gaze darkened with the hazy want that my motions were creating to arise within him.
Heat rushed through me, reaching my legs and belly. As I slipped a finger under the lace, feeling my clit without the barrier, my cheeks burned.
I lifted one leg, setting the heeled foot on one of the chair’s arms, and his attention didn’t miss it, traveling down the length of my leg so close to him and back up to where I now work for a second hand in, one finger slipping in and out of me.
At some time, my mind began to wander, and I closed my eyes, leaned my head backward, and allowed myself to drift in the warm sea of bliss. I gasped, biting my lip as the most powerful wave approached, and I was ready to meet it with glee.
“Stop,” he said, his voice harsh and hard. It was a command, and I couldn’t defy it.
My hands remained still, the pleasure slowly fading as I peeled my eyes open to face his piercing gaze. I withdrew my hands away from me, placing them on the desk, as he clinched his jaw so tightly that a muscle erupted.
“Good girl,” he said quietly, brushing his finger across his razor-sharp jaw. “Do you know what else would make me happy?” ”
“What is it, Professor?”
I asked gently, my back arched.
“Don’t you think it would be fair to punish you for missing the deadline, Mia?” ” He stood up and walked around the table to the wall, where a large wooden ruler hung.
It was a University present for his tenth anniversary as a mathematics professor — a handcrafted piece of oak that he rarely brought to class but proudly kept in his office.
“Turn around and set your hands on the desk for me, Mia,” he said, and I did so without saying anything. The position exposed me from behind, allowing him full access to my ass and the rest of me.
He walked around the desk and stood silently behind me. I was overcome with excitement, anticipation, and a sense of humiliation, but I didn’t dare to move or say anything. I sat and waited.
His palm stroked against one of my cheeks, tenderly squeezing it before slapping it. I moved forward, biting my lower lip. Another spanking immediately followed. He used the ruler instead of his hand this time.
I exclaimed, heat coursing through my body, reaching my neck and cheeks. The strange sensation didn’t stop the warmth from accumulating between my tights.
“Are you going to miss any more deadlines in the future, Mia?”
” he inquired, gently massaging my buttocks.
“No, professor,” I managed, panting.
With a chuckle. “I don’t think I believe you, Mia,” he said, sending sparks of pain through me. You’ll have to be more persuasive.”
He touched my cheeks again, his hands deft and delicate, reassuring. I arched my back and splayed my fingers on the desk.
“I’m not going to miss any deadlines in the future, professor,” I said quietly. “I swear.”
The ruler clanged on the desk beside me, and his hands were on my hips, spinning me around to face him. He had managed to shuck away his white shirt as I was crouched over the desk, revealing his sun-tanned shoulders and smooth stomach. I took my time taking in the vista in front of me, a view I hadn’t seen in a long time.
His hands moved up my body, from my hips to my waist, and found my throbbing breasts. They were liberated from the tight shirt in a few heartbeats, and his deft fingers located the hook of my bra.
He bent his head and took one of my nipples into his lips once my breasts were free. He murmured over my breast, and I moaned with him as the subtle vibrations sent a shiver down my spine. I let him do whatever he wanted with me, surrendering in his arms as his tongue swung over the tops of my breasts.
I felt his hard cock pressing on my tight, so I lowered a hand between us, wanting it was inside me. He stilled as I unbuttoned his pants and placed my fingers inside, moving away from my breasts.
I put my hand around his firm cock, eliciting another moan. His skin was warm to the touch, and I stroked my palm up and down his length, grasping tightly, just the way he wanted it.
He drew his hips closer to me, grinding against my hand as his hands seized my ass and drove me into him. I exclaimed, the throbbing between my tights becoming unbearable.
I needed him to be inside of me.
I shugged his jeans lower, letting his cock swing loose, with shaky hands. I sat down on the desk, pulling him closer to me, and he directed his cock towards the very center of me.
He grasped my chin, drawing my attention to his, and held it as he went within me, causing my entire body to shiver. As he went into and out of me, a crooked smile curved the corner of his mouth as he watched my face.
I was flushed, overcome with emotion and pleasure, completely at his mercy as he fucked me on his desk, first slowly and steadily, then quickly and violently, reaching the very end of me.
As the strain between my legs grew, I groaned and gasped, my thighs warming up. He tightened his grip on my hips, pulling me against him as he continued with deep, forceful strides, and I thought I was going insane.
When my pleasure found me, I couldn’t keep a scream from escaping my throat. Fortunately, he clapped a hand over my mouth, stopping any sound from escaping just in time, as he held me in place while the pleasure washed over me in waves.
“Shh. Mia, you don’t want anyone finding out about your after-school activities, do you? ” he said over my mouth as he removed his hand, and all I could hear was a cry in response.
When I stopped moving, he resumed thrusting his hips, driving his cock deep inside me for his own enjoyment. But I stopped him by putting my hand on his chest.
As I pushed him back, his eyebrows raised in concern, but he didn’t argue, sliding back into his chair, his cock still hard. I slid down from the desk, a wet stream trailing behind me, and knelt in front of him.
I hadn’t had him in my mouth in a long time, and as I took him inside, I couldn’t think of a good reason why. I moaned over his cock, and his eyes rolled back, his head falling against the chair’s back.
I licked him all over, sliding my moist tongue along his length as if he were the most wonderful thing I’d ever tasted. My hand wrapped around his shaft, twisting and pounding while I massaged the very tip, kissing and sucking it till the veins popped and it blackened.
He pulled his hips up, and I took him all into my mouth, tickling the back of my throat with the very tip of him, and he moaned. I made the same motion again, his entire body tensing, and as he spilled inside my mouth, I continued sucking and kissing, the salty taste filling my mouth.
My gaze met his as I finally let him go, straightening my back. My lips licked, and his eyes followed the movement.
“I hope that pleased you, professor,” I whispered quietly as I drew my palm across his leg.
He grabbed my face in his palm, his thumb caressing my cheek. “More than you’re aware of, Mia.”
I flashed him a modest smile, which he responded, making my stomach flip. My fantasy bucket list was already overflowing, and this was just the beginning.
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