Page 27 of Savage Surrender

A slight muffled sound of surprise left her mouth, but she didn’t back up. Freezing for a millisecond, she let me press my lips against her. Then she answered. Reaching up, thrusting forward, she kissed me back.

Unbelievable.

She had no experience. I felt the lack of it, and as I reeled from the shock that this was likely her first kiss, I struggled to believe it.

I’d counted on her being a virgin. But never kissed?

It was a stroke of fortune I almost felt blessed with.

I pulled back only to stare into her eyes. They were wide open, bright with interest as she stared back at me. And with a slight, soft exhale, I heard the desperation she tried not to show.

“I want to know you,” I whispered softly, a breath away from her mouth before I kissed her again, harder, with my lips sealed over hers and my fingers cradling the back of her head. I held her in place to demand she learn how to mold to me. To show her how to kiss me back.

A louder noise of surprise left her this time. Again, I backed up to peer at her. “I want to know what makes you want to be so naughty, thinking you could show up late like that.”

I kissed her again, thrilled when she took the initiative to kiss me back harder at once. Lowering my other hand to the desk, I forced my chest toward her until she reclined back over the desk. When I ended the kiss this time, I kept my head close to hers, placing small kisses along her jaw and nuzzling her.

“I want to know why the thought of my punishing you turns you on,” I added.

“It doesn’t?—”

I cut off her lie, kissing her again. Demanding entrance to her mouth, I slid the tip of my tongue along hers, still too closed and naïve to open up to me. As I leaned over her, she caught herself from falling by reaching up to place her hands on my shoulders, then looping them around my neck. With her holding on like that, I could move my hands to her ass and hoist her up on my desk.

“I told you not to waste my time, sweetheart.”

Desire darkened her eyes as she panted, looking up at me. That endearment seemed to really hit a spot with her, and I felt like a wicked god to have that trick in my arsenal. She hugged me as I smoothed my hands along her thighs, encouraging her to part them wider as I stood as close as I could to the edge of my desk. The pressure of leaning against the wood was a paltry relief of friction against my erection trapped in my pants.

“And I don’t want you to waste my time with lies, either,” I scolded. “Don’t deny me the truth I ask of you. You can’t hide your arousal.”

She opened and closed her mouth, seeming to struggle for a reply.

“The thought of me punishing you, of me correcting your disobedience. It turns you on.”

“I…” She settled on huffing in disagreement.

“Don’t deny it.” I kissed her, sliding my tongue past her lips to devour her and explore. To absorb the shocking perfection of tasting her and feeling the soft velvet heat of her mouth. “Don’t deny that you want this.”

“I—” She panted, shaking her head as I slid my hands to her ass, pushing her against the erection tucked under the layers of my pants.

“You are desperate for me, sweetheart. Don’t deny it.”

“I don’t…” Her brow furrowed as she sought my mouth for a kiss, proving herself wrong.

“You are.” I angled my head to get a deeper seal of a kiss, reveling in the liquid-hot desire that filled me with her eager response.

“But I don’t—” She tried to catch her breath. “I shouldn’t?—”

“Oh,” I growled, loving how forbidden this was. “We really shouldn’t.” I lifted my hand toward the front of her, tracing over her smooth skin between her ass, thigh, and panty-covered pussy. “I shouldn’t want to rip these off you.” I stroked my fingers over the damp fabric, already coated by her cream.

She gasped, staring at me with absolute lust until we kissed again.

“And you shouldn’t be this soaked,” I added, twisting my fingers until the thin lace snapped.

Again, I cut her off from speaking with another drugging kiss.

“We shouldn’t even be thinking about this.” I hinted at where I wanted this to go, rubbing my fingertips over her cream-slickened entrance, teasing that I wanted to penetrate her there.

She jerked at my touch. “Professor?—”

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