Page 11 of Ruthless Temptation
“Oh, don’t look so disappointed. I will give you something, at least.”
Professor Holmes dips his head between my legs without warning. Kissing a wet, hot line from my mound to the bundle of nerves above my entrance. His touch riles up the need I was trying to suppress and a moan slips past my lips.
He stops, looking up at me with his eyebrows drawn together.
“Be quiet,” he hisses. “Or I’ll have to stuff your mouth with my handkerchief.” I know it’s a threat, but the thought of it isn’t as scary as he thinks.
I nod, and he holds my gaze for a few seconds before returning to his worship.
He slides his tongue along my lower lips, slurping up my arousal before slipping his tongue inside my core. I bite down to stop myself from screaming. My hands find his head, rooting my fingers in his hair.
I feel him smile against me, the hint of his beard tickling my sensitive flesh and adding to my building desire.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His voice vibrates through me.
I’ve been dreaming of this day for so long I’m already close to the edge. He fucks me with his tongue like he knows my body better than I do. He wraps his lips around my clit, then slipsa finger inside me, pumping in time with the suckling of his mouth.
I’m coming undone from his touch. I’m trying—and failing—to hold on to the last vestiges of my consciousness, the part of my brain reminding me not to make any noise. I grind my hips against his tongue, desperate for more, even as he curls his fingers inside me to hit the spot.
Fuck, this is amazing.
My core clenches around him, and I’m about to fall over the edge.
Professor Holmes stops right as I’m about to come. He breaks free from my grip, leaving me with no way to quell the ache that’s turned into a wildfire within me. Disappointment, rage, sadness and humiliation overtake me all at once, and I’m desperate for a release.
He grabs my hands before I can try to take care of it myself.
Professor Holmes doesn’t say anything, only stares at me. He wears a slight smile, his chin and mouth dripping with my arousal. There’s a wild look in his eye, almost as if it’s a struggle to restrain himself from devouring me.
“Why?” My voice comes out as a sob, and my eyes burn. “Please,” I say. I’m not above begging for him to give me this. “I’ll do anything.”
His eyes glint wickedly. “Be careful of the promises you make.”
He licks me from his lips. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, apparently savoring the taste.
“No. You will not come this time,” he says. “This is your punishment.”
My breath catches. I feel betrayed.
“I chose for you,” he says. “You’re going to go back to your dorm room, and all you will be able to think of is this moment. You will touch yourself and it won’t feel the same.” He soundslike a villain detailing his diabolical plan. “If you want me to make you come, you’ll start showing up early to my class, dressed the way I like.”
A tear rolls down my cheek even as the ache in my core turns molten hot. He moves from between my legs and stands to press a kiss to my forehead. I sit in stunned silence, watching him as he adjusts his hair and cleans himself up as if nothing has changed.
“Fix yourself up and get out, Miss Vásquez. I will see you next week.”
5
I leave Professor Holmes’office in a hurry.
Though I walk slowly while I’m in the Faculty Building, I break into a jog once I’m out of sight.
I can’t make sense of my thoughts, and my body is overloaded from all the sensations and emotions I’ve experienced in the past few hours. The humiliation of being called out by him, the happiness of knowing he wants me as much as I want him, the pure pleasure and bliss his mouth brought me to, and then the disappointment of not being able to find release.
All of it is maddening, and yet I can’t get him out of my head.
I should be upset with him. I should be angry. I should respect myself and realize that a man who dangles an orgasm in front of me like a reward shouldn’t be trusted. That’s what Ishoulddo, but it’s not how I feel.
The thrill of his approval matters so much to me, evennowas he’s withholding it.
