Page 29 of Lessons in Sin

‘You!’ I gasp as he thrusts in, seating himself fully inside of me.

His hand, holding my panties, pushes against my lips, silencing me with a gag of my own desire. I can taste myself, my need and I grow unbelievably wetter, succumbing to the forbidden.

He pulls out of me, teasingly slow, his cock stroking against every nerve.

‘No, inside please!’ I moan around the gag, my words intelligible and desperate.

Tristan chuckles, his hands massaging the skin of my waist. ‘You want more sweetheart? You want me inside you?’

I scream my answer.

And that’s when he unleashes everything he’s got. His hands grip onto my hips as he pounds into me, the overwhelming pleasure unbearable, knowing I have to stay quiet - un-fucking-bearable.

I rest my head against the desk, biting down into the fabric of my panties, my eyes clenched tight. I try my hardest to stay quiet, but as I tumble towards extasy, the moans fall from my lips in droves of pleasure.

He thrusts again, this time hitting my cervix and then I’m gone, falling into the dark as my orgasm tears through me.

Accompanied by a knock at the door.

Chapter 18

There have been quite a few times in my life where I’ve felt my insides drop out, spilling onto the floor like a discarded drink in a club. I felt it when my failed pirouette ended in a broken tv when I was seven. I felt it when one of my teachers caught me and Danny Singer making out in the girls’ toilet when I was in seventh grade. And I felt it when I realised Tristan was my professor.

This feeling now? It’s ten, no, twenty times worse than any of those times.

The knock sends silence rippling through Tristan’s office as we both still, dread and fear freezing our features. I gulp in air as quietly as I can, trying not to whimper when he pulls out of me.

The knock sounds again. ’Tristan? I know you’re in there. Barry said he saw you go in twenty minutes ago.’

Silently cursing, I slowly slide off the desk. Barry is the maintenance guy who’s currently fixing a broken light in the corridor - meaning if he saw Tristan go in, he hasn’t seen him come out again. Well at least now we know we can’t just stay quiet and hope for the best.

I think we both realise it at the same time. Tristan looks at me, his eyes panicked, shifting as he calculates a way out of this.

Luckily, I have an idea, I nod to his clothes and quickly scramble into mine. My hair looks messed up, and for what I have planned it’s exactly what I need.

Sitting on the desk, I force tears to well in my eyes, my sight blurring as they begin to fall down my face. Ruby once told me that only the devil’s servants can cry at will and to be honest, I’ve never met anyone with the talent who uses it for good so she may have a point.

Loudly, I sob. ‘I’m sorry professor you’re busy. I’ll go.’

I get up and open the door enough so whoever is on the other side can see me. And low and behold its Miss garter belt, her red lipstick perfectly applied, ready and primed to kiss Tristan’s ass. She looks startled when she sees me, my outfit back on but my face puffy and slick with tears, the salty water gathering in the corners of my lips.

Tristan catches the line I’m putting out and jumps up from the seat he’s sitting in - the picture of casual.

Meanwhile, I’m a mess but that’s exactly what I need. What I don’t need is the dribble of cum slowly inching its way down my thigh.

Ignoring it I furrow my brows, a mask of apologetic innocence setting my features in stones. Tristan makes his way towards me. ‘No, no, sit back down. I’m always here for my students when they need me.’ And then to miss suck ass. ‘Do you mind if we talk outside?’

She nods, stunned into silence.

They leave the office, the thud of the door sounding alongside my sigh, my heart slowing as the danger moves further away.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

We never should have brought our relationship to his office. That was the sort of shit that would get us caught. This wasn’t a game, and even if it was, we were very close to losing a second ago.

Tiptoeing over to the door, I press my ear against the wood trying to hear their muffled words.

‘… had to help.’

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