Chapter 3
Ava
He instructed me to wear a skirt and sweater that could be easily removed, and my heart hasn’t calmed the entire time I’ve been getting dressed.
I braid my hair in one large French twist and put on a light coat of mascara, then make my way to his building. It’s too early for classes, so the campus is empty except for a few staff and random athletes.
I knock once before hesitantly opening the door to the large lecture hall.
He’s sitting on the corner of his desk with crossed arms, watching where I just entered. I pause right inside the frame, shutting the door behind me but not moving further in.
I’m not sure what he wants from me, but it can’t be much since this space offers little privacy. I kind of hope it will be as simple as getting him a cup of coffee and some breakfast.
He raises a finger, twirling it in a slow circle for me to give him a full view of my outfit. A reminder of his sole demand and what I suspect it meant. I grip the edges of my sweater and turn slowly for him.
A hum of approval is the only thing I get when I face him again.
“I’ll be honest, Miss Williams. I didn’t expect you to come after yesterday, but I’m still not convinced.”
I swallow the saliva that’s been gathering in my mouth. “How can I convince you?”
“You’ll do anything I ask of you?”
Nerves coil tight inside me, but I nod.
His blue eyes darken with a wicked promise. “Crawl to me.”
My mouth drops open. “W-what?”
“Crawl.”
I stand there, shocked at his demand. Professor Rockford waits, his stoic stare unwavering on my face.
My stomach turns in circles as I slowly lower to my knees and then onto my palms. I feel exposed, even with the skirt being long enough to cover everything from behind.
With each shuffle of my knees and a slight sway of my hips, my cheeks burn with mortification.
“Eyes on me.” His curt voice startles me and I raise my head, our gazes locking.
I continue forward, a charge in the air that claws up my throat the closer I get to him. When my fingertips graze the edges of his shoes, a slight flare of his nostrils as he stares at me is his only reaction.
“Kneel.”
I straighten back so my ass perches on the heels of my feet. After a second of wondering where to place my hands, I rest them on my thighs.
He stands suddenly, and I try not to flinch as he steps closer to me. My heart thunders in my ears as his fingers grab my chin, and I fight not to look away from his intense leer. A gasp fans over his thumb when he rubs it against my bottom lip.
“Are you a virgin?”
My breath rushes out of me, and I jerk away from his hold.
He tuts, shaking his head. I drop my chin, staring down at the floor while his question rattles around inside me.
“I asked a question, Miss Williams.” His shoe scuffs at the floor, the tough material of his slacks brushing against my knees.
His smoky, allspice scent clouds around me, making me dizzy as my mouth waters.
“N-no.”
I don’t dare look up after I answer him. I’m not sure if that’s the answer he’s looking for, but it’s not like I can hide it if I lied.
His hand appears in front of my face. “Stand.”
He helps pull me to my feet, and I finally lift my eyes to his.
“This is your last chance to back out.”
I shake my head once. “I can’t fail this class.”
Professor Rockford’s mouth twitches in one corner. “Then let’s go over the rules.”
He drops my hand and moves to sit behind his desk. In the corner of my eyes I swear I see him adjusting himself, but I’m not delusional enough to think he’s attracted to me like that.
This is all a game to humiliate me and to have the control he loves to lord over others. Leaning back in his chair, hands clasped together to rest on his stomach, the smile that stretches across his face is chilling.
“Come closer, Ava. Stand at the corner of my desk.”
I shuffle closer, my knees brushing against the dark wood.
“We’ll do a little test, okay? Given your past performance on those, my expectations are low.”
Tucking my chin into my chest, I don’t answer him and bite down on the inside of my lip.
“You have underwear on?”
My eyes flash up to his, my cheeks aflame. “Yes.”
“Good. Pull up your skirt so I can see them.”
I slowly reach for the hem of my skirt, pulling it up my legs and gathering it to hold a few inches below the waistline.
It gives him enough room to see the white cotton panties that I hate myself for putting on. I should have chosen something like black or even my purple ones with large pink donuts on them.
The feel of his eyes as they take in my hiked up skirt and exposed underwear sends goosebumps up my arms. My nipples pebble under my sweater, and I’m thankful they’re still hidden.
“Cute.” His taunt has me closing my eyes briefly before I shake my head, sending my hair away from my face and behind my shoulders, meeting his stare.
He’s leaning forward now, his elbows resting on the desk and fingertips pressing into his lips. I blink, stunned by how quietly he moved. My breath stalls when his hand reaches out, tapping the corner right before me. “Rub yourself on it.”
“What?” I ask with a shaky exhale.
He taps it again. “Step closer, put your pretty little panties on the edge of my desk, and rub your pussy against it like a desperate whore needing to get off. ”
I’m tempted to call it off right then and there. I’d been ready to get on my knees and blow this man.
Hell, I think I’d let him bend me over and fuck me. But something about this request scares me, and I struggle to move and do it.
“Giving up already?” The arrogant assuredness of his tone burns away the rest of my hesitation.
My fingers tighten on my skirt and I move forward, widening my legs till the rounded corner presses against my mound. I glance up at him and his chin dips slightly, signaling me to continue.
Rocking my hips, I let out a small gasp when the hard, ribbed layers of the desk grate against my clit.
Professor Rockford blows out a bated breath and relaxes back against his chair. “Now here’s the game, Ava. If we get through the rules before you come, then we’ll continue to play another day.”
My cheeks flush with embarrassment and slight arousal. I don’t reply as I rock my hips again, trying not to focus on the pleasure of the rough wood on my sensitive spot.
“Tell me you understand.”
I nod. “I-I understand.”
My voice is breathy as I rock my hips again and try not to enjoy the pressure of the sturdy desk against my pussy.
“Good. When it’s just us, you refer to me as Asher.”
My eyes snap up to meet his, surprised by the request. Calling him by his name and not professor seems more intimate than I’m sure he means. “Okay.”
His mouth twitches again, and then his gaze drops to my panties. I realize I’ve stopped moving, so I rock my hips again and bite down on my lip from the pleasure.
“Good girl, you’re listening so well already. There’s hope for you yet.”
Something in my chest burns at his condescending tone, but I stay silent and rub myself against his desk again. My pussy clenches as a fire builds inside my belly.
Asher smirks fully now, reading whatever emotion is on my face. “While you gave me leeway to do whatever I want, that’s not what I enjoy.”
My eyebrows furrow, and I blink at him, confused. My fingers curl tighter around my skirt as the wood digs into me harder, and the next rock against my sensitive spot makes me jerk.
His eyes drop briefly. “If there’s anything I ask you to do, and you vehemently do not want to, just tell me. I don’t mean you’re nervous or unsure because I’m going to test your limits, Ava. I mean, under any circumstances you believe you would not enjoy whatever I ask of you, understand?”
“I understand,” I breathe out, heat spiking in my core. I pray he’s almost done with his rules.
“You sure? You want to stop humping the desk then, Ava?”
The flush on my cheeks and neck burns. I shake my head once.
While I am slightly humiliated to be getting off this way, I want to come. And something tells me if I don’t come this way, I will not come at all.
“Choose a word that you’ll remember to use if anything gets too much. You may feel inclined to say stop or no more from being overwhelmed.”
“Like a safe word?” It barely comes out in a breathless whisper, the desire inside me growing with each small rock.
He nods.
I lick my drying lips. “Math.”
His lips quirk once before he cocks his head to the side, his gaze dropping back down to the desk.
“Are you on birth control?”
I’d been prepared for this question since he asked if I was a virgin, but the thought of him fucking me has my pussy clenching and all I can do is nod.
Asher’s gaze narrows slightly. “What kind?”
Then he clicks his tongue and I realize I stopped rocking again. I look down at the desk, humping against the corner and answer him.
“The arm implant.”
My voice is hoarse and my toes curl in my shoes. I know I’m close to coming, so I snap my eyes to him and my mouth falls open slightly. “Asher…”
His attention drops back down to my panties and he leans onto the desk, pressing his fingertips against his lips.
“Such a desperate little cunt, isn’t it? We’ve barely begun our conversation, and it already wants to come.”
I gasp at his words, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. And the worst part is the shot of arousal that courses through me.
Asher sighs. “You close, Ava?”
Nodding, I press harder against the wood, loving the pressure on my clit as I rub. My hands tremble where I’m still holding up my skirt and he tilts his head to the side, a small smirk pulling at his lips.
“Come, Pet. ”
I cry out as I do, staring at him in disbelief as my nipples turn rock hard and bliss rolls through me. My hands grab onto the desk to keep myself upright. He called me Pet and I hated it, but why did it turn me on enough to send me over the edge?
My thighs shake as I step back and let my skirt shield my soaked panties from view. I can feel the wet fabric sticking to me with each small movement. Asher’s eyes are dark as we stare at each other in a momentary silence.
“Good. Clean yourself up. We can’t have you looking like a wanton slut in class.”
The flush on my face deepens and I scowl at him, grab my bag, and head to the bathroom. There’s still enough time before class to grab something to eat, even if I’m no longer hungry.
I get as far away from him as I can, choosing a seat in the far back of the lecture hall. He remains at his desk as students file in, most of them with their heads turned down and away from the quiet, brooding professor.
When he stands, his fingers glide over the corner he had me rubbing against. My thighs clench together as he brings his hand to his mouth.
To every other person in the room, the move looks like someone deep in thought and about to speak. But I know better, especially when his nostrils flare and heat pools between my legs as he inhales the scent of me.
I shouldn’t find it hot. I shouldn’t get a small thrill from him smelling me, but it confirms what I suspect I saw before he sat and the unmistakable bulge hidden from view. He doesn’t want me to know he’s attracted to me, and that fuels my desire to see this arrangement through.
“Welcome, or welcome back to some,” Professor Rockford says, glancing at me with a mocking eyebrow. A few students turn to look in my direction and I sink into my seat, pulling my sweater up to cover my neck and wrists.
I can’t believe I forgot for a moment how much of a dick he is.
“Everything you’ve heard is true. You want an ‘A’ in my class, you’ll have to earn it. And it won’t be easy.”
Pulling out my laptop, I try to pay attention as he goes over course expectations and the syllabus, but I keep sneaking glances at his desk. I remember the activities that took place just minutes before the other students arrived. I clench my thighs together, hating the way I can still feel the wet spot on my panties as they brush against me.
My eyes shift to Asher’s, finding his already on me as he talks. A blush burns in my cheeks, and I rip my legs apart, but then his attention drops to them and his eyes widen at whatever he sees.
He stumbles over a word before clearing his throat and looking away from me. My fingers slip between my thighs, skimming along my panties and my mouth drops open. I knew I was wet, but I didn’t realize how much. They’re completely stuck to me.
I can feel the way the cotton curls around my pussy lips, and I know the entire area must be darker than the rest. From his point of view, he must have gotten an entire snapshot of me, like a drunk sitting at the bar during a wet t-shirt contest.
My center throbs, demanding I ease the ache he’s created for a second time. I lean forward and scoot back into my chair so I can squeeze my thighs together, shifting side to side for some relief.
“Any questions?” Asher asks the class, his eyes falling back onto me as he takes in my position.
Someone asks him about office hours and extra credit, but I don’t listen as my gaze drops to his pants. I wonder if he has a large cock, it looked big enough with the bulge. I wouldn’t doubt it if it’s huge. The man exudes big dick energy.
“How about you, Miss Williams?”
I blink and blush when I realize half the class has turned to stare at me while I’ve been fantasizing about our professor.
“What?” I get the word out in a choked whisper, mortified by all the attention on me.
His lips purse for a second before he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. A few students laugh and embarrassment hums hotter under my skin. I drop my hands into my lap, fidgeting with my fingers as I fight the urge to run.
“I asked about your plan to have a better performance this semester?”
My tongue is heavy in my mouth, drying with an aching tingle.
He waits patiently, the shadow of a smirk on his lips as he rests on the edge of his desk. The same edge he had me rubbing against.
I swallow, trying to coat my throat so I can talk. “Um. Just try harder.”
“Did you not try hard the first time?”
A few more students laugh and embarrassment reaches new heights inside me, but I can’t look away from him. Asher’s attention is fully on me, his eyes studying every inch of my body and dropping to my legs every few seconds.
I shift in my seat, hating that he’s forced me to wear a skirt today. My mouth drops open when I realize this may be a punishment for choosing a chair so far away from him.
“I did.”
“Hmm.”
Thankfully, he asks another student a question, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. My cheeks are still burning from the attention and sometimes a student will flick their gaze over to me.
Asher dismisses class a few minutes early, and I pack away my items before slowly heading down to the front after the last student leaves. He watches my every step until I’m standing before him.
“Were you mad I sat in the back?”
“No.”
My eyebrows knit in confusion. “Oh?”
His jaw tics a second. “I was furious.”
The curt tone sends a jolt to my heart, fear twisting and turning in my stomach. He stares down at me.
His dark, angry eyes feel piercing while his voice is quiet and intense. “Furious that any fucking twat with eyes can see up your skirt. Furious they can see that sloppy fucking cunt dripping with desperation when they have no right to.”
I startle back, gripping my backpack tighter. “I’m sorry.”
A muscle feathers in his cheek and the furrow in his brow make him pause, then he crosses his arms. “Good.”
My shoulders slump in slight relief, but I wait, assuming he has more to say. When his eyebrow arches, another ball of embarrassment forms in my chest.
“Do you want me to leave now?”
“Well, I don’t want you to stay.”
I dip my chin and scurry out of the classroom, priding myself on not looking back.