Deviant Obsession

Chapter 23

Rhea

My knees press into 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 my lips 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?

It turns out my panicked confession would have been wasted. The sudden sound of ripping fabric makes me gasp. He tears straight through my black pantyhose, exposing my underwear without baring the rest of my marred flesh. His fingers teasingly trace the edge of the damp cotton that’s all that stands between him and where I need him most. I let slip another wanton moan before pressing my lips firmly together.

Anybody could pass by and hear me. I’m not ready for this to be over just yet.

“So wet for me, Rhea.” The professor’s palm presses firmly against the back of my neck, holding me down while he strokes over my clit with agonizing slowness. I fear I may bite my own lips off as I fight to not let a sound slip past them, this debauched fantasy testing the very limits of my self-control.

I feel him pull my panties aside rather than tear them too, his blunt head sliding through my dripping pussy only seconds later. It seems he’s too impatient to continue teasing me with his fingers, but I can’t find it in me to care. If anything, it makes me feel more wanted, more used.

When he pushes inside, I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way that edges towards pain. The desk rocks beneath us as he sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me further across the surface.

"Oh god. Yes, please ," I whimper as quietly as I can manage, my eyes rolling back in my skull.

"Please what?" His other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise.

"Harder," I gasp, shocking myself with my own desperation. "Please fuck me harder, Professor."

He seems only too happy to grant my wish. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, mixed with our heavy breathing and my barely stifled moans. I stop caring about being caught, transfixed entirely by the feel of him. If someone hears us, I won’t regret one second of being pounded by this intoxicating man.

"That’s my girl," he praises, making me clench around him. "Taking my cock so well. Is this what you've been dreaming about? Getting fucked over my desk like the naughty student you are?"

I can only nod frantically, words beyond me now. Every thrust hits exactly right, the edge of the desk digging into my thighs, promising marks I'll feel tomorrow.

The coil in my belly winds impossibly tighter and tighter as he maintains his relentless pace. "Sir," I choke out. "I'm so close...please may I come?”

"Not yet," he pants, somehow fucking me even harder. "I want to hear you beg for it."

I squeeze my eyes shut as I fight to hold back my orgasm, instinct taking over to avoid some nameless punishment. "Please, Professor... please let me come on your cock. I need it so bad, please..."

His fingers slide up from my neck and fist in my hair again, pressing my head firmly against the wood. He doesn’t answer right away, and the seconds start to feel like hours as I teeter on the edge of oblivion. It takes every ounce of determination I possess to hold back, while he strokes over my g-spot again and again.

"Such perfect discipline,” he breathes. “I can feel you clenching around me. You can’t hold out much longer can you, pretty girl? Come for me now, Rhea. Show me how good I make you feel."

Permission granted, I shatter completely, my vision going white as I bite my lips against a scream. He fucks me through it, prolonging my pleasure until I'm half a second from collapsing on useless legs. Only when the pulsing finally subsides does he slow his pace, though he remains buried deep inside me.

"Good girl. I didn’t think you’d hold out that long," Professor Shaw sighs, languidly sliding in and out at his own leisure while he strokes my damp hair back from my face. "On your knees," he commands for the second time today, pulling out of me suddenly. "I want to see you swallow every drop."

My legs shake violently as I sink back down to the floor, turning to face him eagerly. His hand tangles in my hair again like he can’t help but grasp it, guiding himself back between my swollen lips. I hollow my cheeks and suck, swirling my tongue around his head, desperate to please him one final time. His grip tightens on my scalp as his breathing grows ragged. I can barely contain my glee; I know he's close.

"Fuck," he groans. "Look at me while I come in that pretty mouth."

I snap my eyes up as he pushes deep, silently scolding myself for not doing it without being asked. Within seconds, hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat and I swallow frantically, determined not to waste a drop. His quiet groan of satisfaction is a reward I would crawl for a hundred times over.

When he releases my head, he swipes his thumb tenderly across my lips again, cleaning away any trace of our forbidden encounter. The gentle gesture has my entire body turning liquid.

"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me to my feet and into a surprisingly tender kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting himself there. "You were amazing."

"Thank you, sir," I whisper, suddenly uncertain now that the heat of the moment has passed. What happens now? How do we go back to being student and teacher after this?

As if reading my thoughts, he cups my face in his hands. "This doesn't have to change anything between us if you don't want it to. We can pretend it never happened."

"And if I don't want to pretend?" The voice that speaks hardly sounds like my own. Heaven knows when I learned to be so bold.

A slow smile spreads across his face as he starts carefully righting my clothing, reaching between my legs to pull my panties into place before smoothing my skirt back down. "Then I'd be more than happy to take you… exploring . Show you pleasures you've never dreamed of."

If only he knew just how thoroughly I've been explored already. The thought of the twins sends a spike of guilt through my stomach, but I push it down for now. We haven’t talked once about exclusivity...

"I'll think about it," I promise coyly, though we both know I'm already lost to this new temptation.

"Take all the time you need. But know that my door is always open to you."

"I should go," I mumble, suddenly desperate to escape before the weight of what I've done crashes down completely.

His warm smile follows me out the door, but as soon as it clicks shut behind me, reality comes rushing back. My thighs ache pleasantly with each step across campus, my body thoroughly used in the most delicious way. But my heart feels like it's being torn apart.

Dean and Ethan's faces flash through my mind—their matching smirks, their possessive touches, the way they both look at me like I'm something precious to be treasured and corrupted in equal measure. I think of their initials carved into my flesh, permanent claims I willingly accepted. Begged for.

And now I've betrayed them completely.

Tears prick at my eyes as I start the shameful march home.

I know I'm in love with them both, that I have been for weeks now, though I've been too terrified to admit it even to myself. And instead of being honest about my feelings, I just let another man claim me in ways only they should in pure fear of falling too hard.

The guilt threatens to consume me. How can I face them now?