Page 30 of His Sinner

A casual finger strokes up my panties. “Already so wet for me, Professor.”

I reach for the tie in my mouth to tell him to stop calling me that, but he smacks my hand back down onto the desk.

He tsks. “We don’t want anyone hearing you, do we, Professor? No one can know how hard your student makes you come behind closed doors.”

Saint infuriates me almost as much as he turns me on. But I keep my hand glued to the desk as he lifts my dress and trails kisses down my stomach. His tongue swirls around my navel before he nips a path along my pelvis.

Even if I could tell him that I don’t have much time before class, he wouldn’t listen. If Saint de Haas wants to take his time making me come, that’s exactly what he’s going to do. Consequences be damned. When we’re like this, nothing else in the world exists.

His teeth travel down to my mound, nipping and sinking his teeth into me through the thin fabric of my panties. Whimpers in my throat are lost to the barrier keeping me quiet.

“If I removed the tie from your mouth, would you beg for my tongue?”

I nod quickly. I’ll beg every day for that wicked tongue if he tells me to.

That’s enough to satisfy him. He draws my panties to the side, the heat of my arousal escaping.

“I can’t remember what I lived for before I met you,” he murmurs, and I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or my pussy.

When his tongue flicks out and makes contact with my clit, I don’t care. My eyes roll back, head dropping, as he finally gives me the gratification I’m aching for.

His tongue glides up my pussy once, twice, three times before swirling around my clit. His tongue dances around it, not quite hitting that sensitive, swollen spot. I growl through the tie in my mouth. He loves nothing more than tormenting me. Sadistic fuck.

Saint answers my growl with a throaty chuckle, but he still doesn’t give me the pleasure I crave. His tongue strokes back up through the wetness between my legs, my gaze darting to the closed door when the squish of his tongue against my wetness is loud even to my ears. Did we lock the door?

My heart thunders harder at the risk of getting caught with Saint between my legs on my first day of the new semester. He notices the new tension in my legs and my distracted attention because he draws my focus back with a sharp nip on my clit.

My gasp is drowned out by the tie gagging me.

“Eyes on me, muse,” he orders. “When my mouth and hands are on you, your attention doesn’t stray from me. Ever.”

I stare down at him in a challenge, and he meets my glare.

“Yes, even in a fire.”

I roll my eyes.

“Get used to flames, muse. There will be a lot where we’re headed.”

He licks at my sensitive nub to soothe it, drawing a moan from deep in my chest before he finally sucks it between his lips.

I hunch forward, biting down on the gag and nails digging into the edge of the desk.

His finger slides into my pussy with ease, and we both groan, his vibrating my clit.

Saint switches between licking and sucking and nipping at my sensitive nub, frustration mounting in my limbs. I thrust my pussy forward into his mouth, leaving him with no doubts about what I would be communicating with my mouth if not for the tie garbling my words.

“Always so impatient for your release.” He slows the thrusting of his finger and I want to kick him. “Someday, you’ll learn to accept what I give you, as fast or as slow as I want to give it.”

He is the most frustrating, annoying, insufferable?—

Saint slides a second finger inside me, emitting a soft groan as I cry out. His dark gaze stays trained on me like I’m the only thing in this room. In the world. “That’s it, muse,” he breathes. “You’re going to come on my fingers before you come on my cock.”

He’s right. I can’t stop the orgasm barreling toward me now. I try to block out the fear of another faculty member opening the door to my new office and finding us here.

Saint’s eyes roll when he sucks my clit and a flood of arousal coats his fingers. My clit throbs in his mouth as the orgasm strikes, sending rivulets of pleasure zipping down to my toes.

I cry out around the tie in my mouth, grateful for the gag suppressing the sounds I can’t contain. Saint keeps sucking my clit hard, draining me of all energy as my limbs go limp with pleasure.

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