Page 32 of Kept

“No other women, Pet. You don’t get to turn away; every part of you belongs to me.” He nipped my earlobe, grazed his teeth over my neck and sucked the tender skin there, then gripped my jaw and claimed my mouth.

Heat flared to life inside me, a volcanic explosion that burst through my nerves and filled my limbs with tingling. As much as I wanted to push him away and keep what weak upper hand I had, the feeling of those full lips roaming over me made it impossible. My hands rose of their own accord and ran through his hair, down his neck.

Vincent reached down and gripped the frayed hem of my dress, pushing it up over my thighs. I let out a surprised gasp when he picked me up with one arm around my back, sliding the rest of it out from under me with a rough groan.

He settled me back on the desk, the polished wood cool against my bare skin, and resumed peeling it away inch by inch. I shrugged it off when he reached my shoulders, revealing the entirety of my lacy burgundy bra and panties.

I didn’t have time to be embarrassed by my total lack of finesse or sophistication. Vincent looked at me like I was dessert, a tasty morsel he was going to devour whole, and he clearly didn’t a single fuck about secondhand clothes or cheap, scratchy lace.

“This color suits you.” His thumbs trailed over the straps of my bra down to the cups, just barely skimming against my skin. “I’d like to see you in it more often.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered automatically, feeling breathless this close to him and so exposed.

His hand slid around my back and expertly unsnapped the bra with one hand. I swallowed hard when he slid the straps over my shoulders and arms until I was just clutching the rest of it against my chest.

Rationally I knew he’d already seen all of me naked, but it was so much different with his presence taking up all the space in the room. Just the heat of his gaze felt like a caress against my skin, igniting a fire everywhere it landed.

“You have no room to be shy with me.” He gently gripped my wrists, but my muscles were locked in place. “There is no part of you that I don’t want to see, touch, or taste, Pet. Understand?”

I nodded, my throat locked up tight.

It wasn’t like every single member of the faculty had left. Anyone could come knocking at any second while I was mostly undressed on the Dean’s desk, and then it’d be over for all of us.

“Relax, Pet. That’s an order.”

Like his voice possessed the magic words, my muscles unlocked one by one, and the fear became nothing more than a trickle, mixing with the rising heat of lust.

I lowered my arms and he slowly stripped away the last layer between myself and him, letting it drop to the floor. Not even a full beat passed between us before he was holding me again, his arms wrapped around my back while his mouth roved a trail down to my breasts.

He swirled his tongue around one hardening nipple with a groan, biting down almost hard enough to hurt. It sent a shock through me and I gripped his shoulders with a gasp, digging my nails into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

Vincent lowered me against the desk until my hair was hanging off the edge, teasing my other nipple with slow strokes and almost-rough pinches as I writhed beneath him. I wanted to destroy a second shirt of his, rip it right off his body so I could feel the heat of him against me, but then he was moving lower, laving his tongue over my stomach.

The heat of his tongue met my inner thigh, tracing the edge of my panties. He hooked his thumbs in them, pulling them down slowly like he was unwrapping a present and sliding them over my legs.

One of his hands lay flat against my stomach, holding me in place as he kissed my thighs, slowly inching closer to my pussy with every wet, biting nibble.

I ran my fingers through his hair, tracing the shell of his ear as he teased me. He was so close, his tongue just sliding over my clit before vanishing again, that my breath had hitched in a frustrated groan.

On a whim, I wove my fingers through his hair in a rough grip and pulled his mouth to my pussy, unable to hold back a moan when his tongue slid over all of me. Vincent made a satisfied sound, growling when my fingers tightened their grip, but there was no more teasing. Like he’d been waiting for that single cue before he went any further, he devoured me now, swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub and sucking it between his lips.

My hips almost rose off the desk when a jolt of white-hot pleasure shot me through me but he pushed down, flattening me out again and lifting my leg over his broad shoulder.

His tongue slid against my lips, plunged inside while I squirmed. My daydreams hadn’t been even a tenth as amazing as he actually felt, the way he grazed me with his teeth, not hard enough to hurt, sharp enough to sizzle my nerve endings.

I rose to meet him, riding against his mouth and keeping my grip on him firm. His fingers dimpled my thigh so hard I knew I’d have bruises on my leg by tomorrow morning to match the one he had to have left on my throat.

I knew I’d stroke them the next time he ordered me to touch myself and remember the searing heat of his hands on me.

My gasps were growing alongside the intense pressure in my clit, but a pair of footsteps echoed down the corridor outside his office door, slowing as they got closer. My heart skipped several beats in my panic.

Almost immediately I seized up, prepared to scramble off his desk and hide under it if necessary, but Vincent’s arms clamped around me like iron vises, holding me in place. His tongue flickered over my clit when someone knocked on the door, the resounding booms like a death-knell in my ears.

My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t hear anything besides the knocking hand and an unfamiliar voice calling for Professor Thayer outside.

Perversely, the heat in my stomach grew, like the idea of being caught only built the excitement higher. If anyone unlocked that door, they’d find the Dean between my legs and everything on his desk swept to the floor.

They knocked again, a hint of impatience to it, and Vincent wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking gently as he released my leg just long enough to slide two fingers inside me and curl them forward.

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