Page 27 of Teacher's Pet

"Beg for it," he snaps.

Looking down at his hand in my shorts, there's no getting out of the position I have found myself in.

I don't want to find a way out.

"No," I hiss, still willing to test his authority. "I won't beg-"

"Pity." He smirks. "I guess you'll have to scream."

Sliding his hand down past my clit, he allows two fingers to slide into my dripping entrance. Moaning louder than I expected, his hand strikes my face once more. Grabbing my chin to get me to look at him, he slowly drags his fingers in and out of me, curling his fingers every so often.

"You gotta be quiet, baby girl," he whispers.

He is degrading me and praising me all in the same sentence.

Feeling a deep burn in my cheek and ass from his slaps, the pleasure from his hand outweighs the pain.

"Your legs are going to give out, Anastasia. Lay back and feel my fingers filling up your tight pussy. If you stay quiet, I will gladly make you cum."

Listening to him, I let my weight shift forward, pressing deeper into the desk. I lean back, my hands bracing against the surface to support my body as I move, giving myself just enough room to watch him. The sight of his fingers moving inside me is almost too much to bear. The wet sounds of my pleasure, slick and hungry, coat his fingers, each noise an addictive reminder of what’s happening. I gasp, my breath shaky as I fight back the moans rising in my throat, biting down hard on my bottom lip to keep them at bay.

"Do you like watching, Ana?" he questions, once more taking his time dragging his fingers in and out of me. Feeling warmth flood my core, I let my arms give out, laying down entirely on his desk.

"I love it," I say through a gasp. "I fucking love this-"

Hearing my words trail off into a moan, he forces my feet up onto the desk, spreading my legs wide open as his thumb swirls around my clit. His fingers mercilessly pound into me. Arching my back, the pleasing relief of my climax forces a vicious moan to rip free from my throat.

"Fuck, Noah," I moan. "God," I pant as my cum coats his fingers.

Adjusting myself to sit back up, he shoves me back down.

"Oh, no, baby," he growls. "You're going until I hear you scream."

Driving his fingers into me with intense force, a gasp escapes my lips, sharp and breathless. He leans over me, his eyes locking onto mine with an unwavering intensity as his fingers shift from two to three. The change causes a rush of sensation to pulse through me, and I can’t help but moan louder, only for it to morph into quiet, breathless yelps. My legs tremble beneath the weight of it all, shaking violently with a surge of aggression, my body struggling to keep up with the overwhelming pleasure he's forcing from me.

"I just know the taste of your cum would be addicting," he purrs. "Why don't you scream for me, pretty girl, I doubt you can take another finger. Then I can lick you clean."

Going till the point my legs close in around his arm, he digs his free hand into my thigh, forcing my legs to spread.

There's no safe word.

I have no idea how much more I can take of this.

Trying to move his hand away, he pinches my inner thigh.

"Another finger it is."

Feeling a fourth finger slip into me, I let a scream rip from my throat. Feeling a mix of pain and pleasure, he covers my mouth. Gripping my cheeks, my legs viciously shakes as another release comes over me.

Gripping his shirt, I slump backward, letting my cum coat his fingers once more.

Slowly pulling his hand backward, his fingers drag out of me. Tugging the front of my shirt, he forces me back up into a seated position.

My slickness coats the top of his desk, only adding to the thrill and shame happening before me.

Holding his glistening fingers in the air between us, I try and reach for his cock. Grabbing my wrist with his free hand, he stops me.

"You weren't quiet. You haven't earned that."

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