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I want to tell him that there’s nothing to be sorry about, but he’s already unlocking the door and pulling it open for me.

“I’ll see you at our next class.”

I feel dejected, crushed, and sexually frustrated after not getting nearly enough of him. But I walk out of the room with my back straight and my head held high. I can feel his eyes on me until I round the corner at the end of the hall.

This is far from over, Master Blake. I’ll see you next time.

3

BLAKE

Having Madison in my class is nothing but sheer torture. This particular course meets three times a week, and she always sits in the front row. I made it through day two without giving in to the temptation that she offers. But today, it’s even more difficult to resist her.

Did she wear that dress just to tease me?

As I meet her glare, I’m pretty sure that the answer to that question isyes. She’s staring at me with raw hunger in her eyes, the top of her pen held lightly between her lush lips. Desire wraps around me, but I force myself to look away from the generous cleavage she has on display. Her blue dress is cut low in the front and barely falls to midthigh. She crosses her legs, exposing plenty of her smooth brown skin, and my heart begins to pound in my ears.

Fuck, she has an amazing body.

Voluptuous and curvy, it’s exactly what wet dreams are made of, which explains why she’s starred in every one of mine since I filled her with my cock that night at the club. Her thighs are thick, and I can’t stop thinking about how they’d feel wrapped around my head while I taste her sweet cunt.

Fuck, I wish I’d taken the time to do that when I had the chance. I tear my eyes away from her and continue writing equations on the screen.

Math. I need to focus on math.

But as I approach my desk and allow the students time to work, I feel a rush of awareness that her gaze is on me, instead of on her laptop where it should be. My head whips up and I find Madison watching me, squirming in her seat and clenching her sexy thighs together. I bet she’s fucking wet for me and I’m dying to find out.

I recognize the signs of a woman in need, and she is definitely aching right now. That makes two of us, since my cock has been rock hard since the moment she set foot in my classroom. And it seems to swell even more, desperate to be inside her tight pussy.

Her gaze drifts down to the front of my desk, and she smirks, as if she has X-ray vision and knows exactly how my body is reacting to her. Maybe I’m not being as discreet as I hoped, but damn, it feels impossible whenever she’s around.

At least class is almost over. But when I dismiss everyone fifteen minutes later, Madison is slow to put her things away. A few students come to me with questions about the lesson, and I struggle to keep my attention on them as I watch her in my peripheral vision.

Finally, there are only a few stragglers in the room, and Madison approaches me with a sweet, seemingly innocent smile on her face. Her eyes give her away when she turns that seductive gaze in my direction.

“Great class, Professor Alexander,” she draws out, her voice huskier than usual. “I was wondering… Do you have office hours available this afternoon? I was hoping to discuss the homework assignment in greater detail.”

My blood rushes through my veins at the thought of being alone with her in my office. I’m not even going to pretend tobelieve her reasoning, nor do I think she expects me to. This is exactly what she wants, whatIwant. And I’m tired of denying us the pleasure we both need.

I nod and lead her out of the room. My office is just down the hall, and we reach it quickly. I unlock the door, holding it open, as Madison’s sinful body brushes against mine when she crosses the threshold. I hold back a groan when my cock rubs across her juicy ass. Then I follow her inside and lock the door.

“Take a seat, Miss Cavanaugh,” I say, trying and failing to maintain an air of professionalism.

“Madison,” she corrects me, and the sharpness of her voice brings my inner beast to the surface. She’s being bratty, and my hand itches with the urge to punish her. I don’t always need a flogger to turn an ass red. And in this situation, my palm will do quite nicely.

Despite her tone, she takes a seat, and I notice that she lets her hem ride up her beautiful thighs. A muscle in my jaw ticks, and I force myself to round my desk, keeping the wooden furniture between us. I remain standing, savoring the view down the front of her dress, which allows me to see her amazing tits. My mouth waters, eager to suckle her generous mounds and feel her pebbled nipples between my teeth.

“What can I help you with, Madison?” I inquire. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, reminding myself that I’m her professor and I’d be taking advantage of my position. But I can’t deny myself the pleasure of saying her name, feeling it roll off my tongue like a whispered prayer. God, I want to moan it while I’m deep inside her, painting her insides with my hot cum. “Are you having trouble with the differentials?”

“No, sir. I’m having trouble with this ache between my thighs.” She uncrosses her legs and eases her knees apart.

Fuck me.

I think about how nervous she was when she first approached me at the club. Now, it’s hard to accept that this bold girl is the same person. But I guess sexual frustration can do that to you. It’s certainly about to make me do some things I absolutely have no business doing. And besides, we’re not at the club right now, where I’m a highly trained master flogger and she’s new to BDSM. No, we’re in my office on her college campus, where she’s surrounded by familiar sights and sounds. I’m sure it must be less intimidating than being surrounded by naked bodies engaging in various acts of sex, using a wide variety of implements and toys.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I declare, but I don’t dare make a move to stop her when she stands and maneuvers herself around my desk. She edges into my space, teasing her taut nipples back and forth across my chest. Then, she exhales, and her warm, cinnamon-scented breath washes over my lips.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Every day that I’ve had to watch you in front of the class is killing me. No matter what I do, I can’t make the ache inside go away.”

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