Page 4 of The Professor: Ep. 2
“Yes.”
“Yet you showed up anyway.”
“Yes,” she repeated.
“Naughty little girl,” I said, my touch skimming down to her thigh and back up beneath the navy hem of her skirt. I teased the curve of her heart-shaped bottom, smiling as she shivered. “Terms, Kayla. Name them. Quickly.” I was already aware of her distaste for anal, something I would love to change, but an afternoon wouldn’t be enough.
Of course, that was the limit she started with.
So I asked her about other ass play, like spankings.
Her tremble told me her answer before she breathed, “I’m okay with that.”
“Good.” Because my hand desired the sensual introduction with her backside. “Additional terms, Miss Mickelson.” I didn’t phrase it as a question, because I knew she had more.
“You without clothes.”
“Not here.” I couldn’t risk it.
“Then elsewhere?”
“That’s against my terms,” I replied. “Because this afternoon’s tryst is our final one.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes smoldering with rebuttal. “But I never experienced you fully naked before. That was a term. You broke it.”
“Hmm.” She was right; I did. And yet, she hadn’t asked me why. She’d just strutted into my classroom and demanded I fulfill our previous obligation like it was still the same damn night.
I lifted her skirt to her hips, my thumb drawing a hot path along her firm cheek.
Such a fine ass.“Widen your stance.”
She didn’t hesitate, her thighs parting to provide me with an exquisite view. “You said no panties,” she murmured.
“Indeed I did,” I replied, shifting my touch to the sweet spot between her thighs. “Were you wet like this during class, Miss Mickelson?”
“Yes.” It came out in a soft hiss of air, making me smile.
“Anticipating my reaction?” I wondered out loud.
“Hoping for this,” she admitted on a moan as I slid a finger into her damp heat. Her inner walls clamped down in greedy need, her back arching off the desk.
“Stay still,” I said, adding a second finger.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, lowering her forehead to the wood.
“Good girl.” I smoothed my other hand up her backside, memorizing the curves of her ass and admiring the view of her bent over my desk.
So fucking hot.
I wanted to take her just like this, to grab her hips and drive my cock into her while muffling her cries with my hand. Her father’s office was just down the hall. And everyone here knew her.
It was sinfully decadent. Perfection. An indulgence I shouldn’t experience but couldn’t ignore.
I wasn’t a saint.
Rules meant little to me.
I took what I wanted when I wanted it, and right now, I wanted the sweet little student shuddering on my desk. “You realize your grades are in my hands again,” I said softly to her.
