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"In that case… I’d like to see you on your knees."

Time suspends between one heartbeat and the next. For a fraction of a second, I wonder if I've miscalculated, pushed too far too fast. Then she moves.

The sight of Rhea Foster sliding out of her chair and sinking gracefully to her knees nearly brings me to my own. Her head bows automatically, hands folded in her lap, the picture of perfect submission. As if she was made for this moment.

Made for me.

My cock strains painfully against my zipper as I drink in the vision before me. All that fire, all that brilliance, willingly prostrating itself at my feet.

"Look at me," I breathe.

She raises those bewitching eyes to mine, and the naked need I see there threatens to shatter me completely. There's no hesitation in her gaze, no shame or regret—only pure, desperate hunger that matches my own.

This is what I've been waiting for since she first walked into my lecture hall. This is what I saw lurking beneath her careful exterior all along. A natural submissive just waiting for the right dominant to claim her.

My fingers itch to grip her hair, to guide her mouth where I need it most. To show her exactly what she's been missing all her life. But first, I need to hear her say it.

"Tell me what you’d do for me, Rhea."

Her response comes without hesitation, dripping with submission and desire…

"Whatever you want me to, Sir."

Chapter 23

Rhea

My knees pressinto the floorboards as I gaze up at Professor Shaw, my heart hammering against my ribs to the point of pain. His presence fills the entire room, making me feel deliciously small. The power radiating from him is intoxicating—so different from the twins' raw dominance, yet just as commanding.

"I want you to show me what that pretty mouth can do." His voice drips like honey laced with poison, commanding yet sweet, as if he’s luring me into a carefully laid trap. I’m only too willing to stumble into it, my thighs pressing together as liquid heat pools between them.

I hesitate for a long moment before I reach for his zipper, hardly able to believe what is happening. What I’m doing. The metallic sound seems deafening in the quiet office, the adrenaline rushing through my blood warning me that we could be caught at any moment. I can’t help but gulp audibly as I free him. He's already hard, the intimidating length springing forward like a command and a temptation in one.

He threads his fingers through my hair, grip tightening just enough to make me gasp. The slight sting sends tingles down my spine as he guides my head exactly where he wants it. I part mylips eagerly, letting him control the pace as he pushes past them. The taste of his precum instantly hits my tongue, making me moan hungrily.

"Sweet girl," he almost purrs, stroking my cheek with the fingers that aren’t anchoring my head. "You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?"

I hum my agreement around him, relishing his deep groan in response. His grip tightens further as I suck more of him into my mouth, working my tongue along the throbbing vein on his underside. Each thick inch slides deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I don’t even care that I gag, my control entirely untethered as I let my raw lust take the reins.

"Such an eager little student," he chuckles, rasping slightly with pleasure. "Don’t stop, Rhea. You’re doing so well."

I lose myself in the task, his praise completely outshining the ache in my jaw. My hands rest on his thighs for balance as I bob my head, taking him as deep as I can manage. Tears prick at my eyes when he pushes further, but I don't want to stop. I want to prove I can be good for him, that I deserve his attention.

His cock pulses against my tongue as I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder. Saliva drips down my chin but I don't wipe it away. I’m too focused on the way his breathing grows ragged above me. My throat feels thoroughly used, but the discomfort only adds to my arousal. I can already feel how wet I am, my panties soaked through as I swallow him again and again.

"Look at me," he commands. I force my eyes up, blinking through the moisture to meet his heated gaze. The unbridled hunger I see there makes me whimper around him. "Good girl. You love this, don't you? Love being on your knees for your professor?"

Just when I think I might pass out from lack of air, he yanks me back by my scalp. I stare up at him still through wet lashes,lips puffy and tingling. A string of saliva connects my mouth to his cock, and the dirty sight makes my clit throb with need.

His thumb traces my bottom lip as he studies my face, wiping away the mess I've made. "Greedy little minx. What am I going to do with you?"

The promise in his words licks down my spine, hot and enticing. I've never wanted anyone's approval more than I want his in this moment. The fact that this is forbidden, that it could ruin both our lives, only makes me crave it more desperately. All I can focus on is the way Professor Shaw looks at me like I'm the answer to every dark prayer he's ever whispered.

He pulls me to my feet with one swift motion, spinning me around to face his desk with the next. Papers scatter as he pushes me forward, his broad chest pressing against my back until I'm bent over the polished wood.

"Hands flat on the desk," he orders me gruffly, breath hot against my ear. "Don't move them."

I obey without question, spreading my fingers across the cool surface. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher until it bunches around my waist. I barely have a second to panic about my thighs and ass being covered in bruises, not to mention two distinct wounds carved on either side. My lips pop open as if to warn him, but how could I possibly explain?

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