Page 6 of Degraded Terms

While I am slightly humiliated to be getting off this way, I want to come. And something tells me if I don’t come this way, I will not come at all.

“Choose a word that you’ll remember to use if anything gets too much. You may feel inclined to say stop or no more from being overwhelmed.”

“Like a safe word?” It barely comes out in a breathless whisper, the desire inside me growing with each small rock.

He nods.

I lick my drying lips. “Math.”

His lips quirk once before he cocks his head to the side, his gaze dropping back down to the desk.

“Are you on birth control?”

I’d been prepared for this question since he asked if I was a virgin, but the thought of him fucking me has my pussy clenching and all I can do is nod.

Asher’s gaze narrows slightly. “What kind?”

Then he clicks his tongue and I realize I stopped rocking again. I look down at the desk, humping against the corner and answer him.

“The arm implant.”

My voice is hoarse and my toes curl in my shoes. I know I’m close to coming, so I snap my eyes to him and my mouth falls open slightly. “Asher…”

His attention drops back down to my panties and he leans onto the desk, pressing his fingertips against his lips.

“Such a desperate little cunt, isn’t it? We’ve barely begun our conversation, and it already wants to come.”

I gasp at his words, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. And the worst part is the shot of arousal that courses through me.

Asher sighs. “You close, Ava?”

Nodding, I press harder against the wood, loving the pressure on my clit as I rub. My hands tremble where I’m still holding up my skirt and he tilts his head to the side, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

“Come,Pet.”

I cry out as I do, staring at him in disbelief as my nipples turn rock hard and bliss rolls through me. My hands grab onto the desk to keep myself upright. He called me Pet and I hated it, but why did it turn me on enough to send me over the edge?

My thighs shake as I step back and let my skirt shield my soaked panties from view. I can feel the wet fabric sticking to me with each small movement. Asher’s eyes are dark as we stare at each other in a momentary silence.

“Good. Clean yourself up. We can’t have you looking like a wanton slut in class.”

The flush on my face deepens and I scowl at him, grab my bag, and head to the bathroom. There’s still enough time before class to grab something to eat, even if I’m no longer hungry.

I get as far away from him as I can, choosing a seat in the far back of the lecture hall. He remains at his desk as students file in, most of them with their heads turned down and away from the quiet, brooding professor.

When he stands, his fingers glide over the corner he had me rubbing against. My thighs clench together as he brings his hand to his mouth.

To every other person in the room, the move looks like someone deep in thought and about to speak. But I know better, especially when his nostrils flare and heat pools between my legs as he inhales the scent of me.

I shouldn’t find it hot. I shouldn’t get a small thrill from him smelling me, but it confirms what I suspect I saw before he sat and the unmistakable bulge hidden from view. He doesn’t want me to know he’s attracted to me, and that fuels my desire to see this arrangement through.

“Welcome, or welcomebackto some,” Professor Rockford says, glancing at me with a mocking eyebrow. A few students turn to look in my direction and I sink into my seat, pulling my sweater up to cover my neck and wrists.

I can’t believe I forgot for a moment how much of a dick he is.

“Everything you’ve heard is true. You want an ‘A’ in my class, you’ll have to earn it. And it won’t be easy.”

Pulling out my laptop, I try to pay attention as he goes over course expectations and the syllabus, but I keep sneaking glances at his desk. I remember the activities that took place just minutes before the other students arrived. I clench my thighs together, hating the way I can still feel the wet spot on my panties as they brush against me.

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