Page 5 of Degraded Terms

My eyes flash up to his, my cheeks aflame. “Yes.”

“Good. Pull up your skirt so I can see them.”

I slowly reach for the hem of my skirt, pulling it up my legs and gathering it to hold a few inches below the waistline.

It gives him enough room to see the white cotton panties that I hate myself for putting on. I should have chosen something like black or even my purple ones with large pink donuts on them.

The feel of his eyes as they take in my hiked up skirt and exposed underwear sends goosebumps up my arms. My nipples pebble under my sweater, and I’m thankful they’re still hidden.

“Cute.” His taunt has me closing my eyes briefly before I shake my head, sending my hair away from my face and behind my shoulders, meeting his stare.

He’s leaning forward now, his elbows resting on the desk and fingertips pressing into his lips. I blink, stunned by how quietly he moved. My breath stalls when his hand reaches out, tapping the corner right before me. “Rub yourself on it.”

“What?” I ask with a shaky exhale.

He taps it again. “Step closer, put your pretty little panties on the edge of my desk, and rub your pussy against it like a desperate whore needing to get off. ”

I’m tempted to call it off right then and there. I’d been ready to get on my knees and blow this man.

Hell, I think I’d let him bend me over and fuck me. But something about this request scares me, and I struggle to move and do it.

“Giving up already?” The arrogant assuredness of his tone burns away the rest of my hesitation.

My fingers tighten on my skirt and I move forward, widening my legs till the rounded corner presses against my mound. I glance up at him and his chin dips slightly, signaling me to continue.

Rocking my hips, I let out a small gasp when the hard, ribbed layers of the desk grate against my clit.

Professor Rockford blows out a bated breath and relaxes back against his chair. “Now here’s the game, Ava. If we get through the rules before you come, then we’ll continue to play another day.”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment and slight arousal. I don’t reply as I rock my hips again, trying not to focus on the pleasure of the rough wood on my sensitive spot.

“Tell me you understand.”

I nod. “I-I understand.”

My voice is breathy as I rock my hips again and try not to enjoy the pressure of the sturdy desk against my pussy.

“Good. When it’s just us, you refer to me as Asher.”

My eyes snap up to meet his, surprised by the request. Calling him by his name and not professor seems more intimate than I’m sure he means. “Okay.”

His mouth twitches again, and then his gaze drops to my panties. I realize I’ve stopped moving, so I rock my hips again and bite down on my lip from the pleasure.

“Good girl, you’re listening so well already. There’s hope for you yet.”

Something in my chest burns at his condescending tone, but I stay silent and rub myself against his desk again. My pussy clenches as a fire builds inside my belly.

Asher smirks fully now, reading whatever emotion is on my face. “While you gave me leeway to do whatever I want, that’s not what I enjoy.”

My eyebrows furrow, and I blink at him, confused. My fingers curl tighter around my skirt as the wood digs into me harder, and the next rock against my sensitive spot makes me jerk.

His eyes drop briefly. “If there’s anything I ask you to do, and you vehemently do not want to, just tell me. I don’t mean you’renervous or unsure because I’m going to test your limits, Ava. I mean, under any circumstances you believe you would not enjoy whatever I ask of you, understand?”

“I understand,” I breathe out, heat spiking in my core. I pray he’s almost done with his rules.

“You sure? You want to stop humping the desk then, Ava?”

The flush on my cheeks and neck burns. I shake my head once.

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