Temptation - Chapter 20
Monday
When I arrived, his office door was closed.
I looked down at my phone to check the time.
I had basically run over here. He could still show up.
I started to pace outside of Professor Hunter's office, fuming.
After several minutes passed, I went back up to his door.
Just because it was closed didn't necessarily mean that he wasn't inside.
I banged on the door with the fist that was holding my grade.
No answer. I knocked once more, but had the same result.
I sighed and looked down at my phone once again.
It had been nearly a half hour since my last class had gotten out.
He wasn't coming. I sighed and put my phone back in my bag.
This was stupid. I needed a day to calm down.
Then I'd come to his office hours tomorrow like a normal person, instead of whatever crazy, angry person had temporarily taken over my body.
I was just about to leave when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked behind me and saw Professor Hunter strolling toward me with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Can I help you, Miss Taylor?"
I stayed by his door. When he reached me, I held up the paper with my grade on it. "Yeah, what the hell is this?"
He gave me a sharp look. "My office, now." He pulled out his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. I stormed inside and he calmly followed me. He closed the door behind us and casually strolled over to his desk. He took a slow sip of his coffee and placed it on top of the desk.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
I was still standing near the door. My hands were on my hips. "You said you were tired of hearing everyone talking about the same people in their lives. You said to think outside the box. That's what I did. This," I held the paper up again, "is bullshit, Professor Hunter."
"Please take a seat," he replied calmly.
I ignored him and walked behind his desk so that I was right next to him. I picked up the paper and quoted him: "You failed to harness your audiences' attention. I was one of the last people to go, and I still made them laugh!"
"Penny..."
"It was unclear what your point was," I quoted him again. "My point was that I choose who gets a chance at inspiring me. I said that several times, Professor Hunter. Maybe you weren't listening."
"Penny..."
"And this C- used to be an A. I can see it through the whiteout.
You changed my grade. You changed it because you overheard Tyler say that the speech was about him.
Well it wasn't about him. It was about you.
" I poked him hard in the middle of his chest. "I don't know why I ever let you kiss me.
Is this a game to you, Professor Hunter? "
He drew closer to me. He looked so angry. "Penny, I'm fully aware that this isn't a game. This is my career that we're talking about."
"And this is my G.P.A." I crinkled the paper in my fist and threw it on the ground.
My heart was beating fast. He was glaring down at me from under his thick eyebrows.
The hunger in his eyes was a temptation I could no longer resist. I had been lying to myself this whole time.
I wasn't a good girl. I was bad. And boldness suddenly came easily to me.
I reached up behind his neck and pulled his head down.
Without hesitation, he tilted his head the rest of the way down and kissed me deeply.
When our lips touched my whole body tingled.
He placed his hands on my back and slowly let them drift to my ass.
I loved his hands on me. He squeezed my ass hard and lifted me up.
I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved my back against the adjacent wall.
He buried his face in my neck and let his lips trace my collarbone.
It sent shivers down my spine. I slid my fingers through his thick hair.
He lifted his head. "I told you to stop thinking about me." His breathing was heavy. He pressed his body even more firmly against mine.
"I can't possibly."
"You're infuriating, Penny," he whispered into my ear.
"Then punish me, Professor Hunter."
He moaned slightly at my words and pulled me off the wall.
His arm bumped into a filing cabinet and sent a vase toppling off the top.
It smashed against the ground, but he didn't flinch.
Holding me firmly against him with one hand, he shoved the contents on his desk to the floor with his free arm.
A stapler and a container of pens crashed to the floor.
Papers slowly drifted to the ground as he dropped me down on top of his now empty desk.
He immediately reached up my skirt and grabbed my thong.
In one swift movement, he pulled it off and let it slide down my legs and onto the floor.
He bent down and kissed the inside of my knee.
Slowly, he let his lips trail up my inner thigh. I wanted him. I needed him inside me.
And right when his kiss would have answered my needs, he pulled me to a seated position and grabbed the sides of my tank top.
I raised my hands over my head and he slowly lifted it off of me, pushing against my bare skin with his palms. With one hand he undid my bra and threw it across the room.
The anger remained in his eyes. He tugged his sweater off and let me clumsily undo the buttons on his dress shirt.
I reached up to his shoulders and pulled the shirt off his muscular arms, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.
I couldn't believe this was actually happening.
I gulped as he leaned over top of me and pushed my naked back onto his wooden desk.
I could feel his erection on my leg, trying to break free of his jeans.
My hands wandered down his rock hard abs to his erection.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Oh God, his cock was huge, almost falling out of his boxers. I wanted him so deep inside of me.
He leaned over and lightly sucked one of my nipples as he squeezed the other, then he brought his lips to my ear.
"You're going to want to scream," he whispered. "But don't make a sound." He moved back down to my other thigh. Again he traced his lips along my inner thigh, torturing me. I felt his warm breath lingering. And the next second his tongue answered my needs in one slow stroke.
Oh my God! No one had ever done that to me before.
I felt my hips rise, wanting more. But he pressed me down and spread my thighs even wider, letting his tongue explore even deeper inside of me.
I felt his tongue circling me. His left hand slid up my thigh to join his tongue.
Before it did, he leaned up to me and whispered in my ear.
"Just this once, Penny." He bit my earlobe as he pressed down firmly on my clit with his thumb.
I gasped. I hadn't expected that, but it felt so good. My hips rose, wanting him inside of me, but he pushed down on me forcefully.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," I replied breathlessly.
He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of his desk so that my legs were dangling off the sides.
His finger slowly entered me and I began to writhe under his touch.
He was teasing me. It was just the tip of his index finger, encircling me.
I groaned softly when his tongue once again found my clit.
He slid his finger all the way inside of me, and before I realized it another of his fingers had joined in.
He moved them in and out, slowly, torturing me even more.
Faster and faster. His tongue was in tune with his fingers.
He was driving me crazy. My whole body shook as he took me over the edge.
When his fingers pulled out I moaned again. I was greedy. I wanted more. His thumb drummed against my clit as he leaned toward me.
"I know how to please, Penny," he said slowly, licking his fingers that had been inside of me. God was he sexy. He walked around the desk, trailing his fingers along my naked torso. He lifted my arms above my head.
I groaned. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had wanted this ever since meeting him in that coffee shop. I needed his huge cock inside of me.
"But you asked me to punish you." He pulled on my hands and my back slid across his desk.
My head dropped off the edge so that I was looking at him upside down.
He let his boxers fall to the ground and brought his dick to my face.
I opened up my mouth, inviting him in. If this was only a one time thing I wanted to taste him.
His pre cum was salty and delicious. I let my tongue caress and enjoy.
He was too big for my mouth but all I wanted was to satisfy him.
He thrust himself in and out. I tightened my lips and enjoyed the moan that escaped from his.
I was wet all over again, wanting him more than ever.
He leaned over and squeezed my breasts. I knew he was close. Soon he would explode in my mouth.
He climbed up on top of the desk, leaned over, and sucked my clitoris.
If I didn't have his dick in my mouth I would have screamed with delight.
He landed a few strokes with his tongue that sent shivers through me.
Before I realized it, I was no longer giving him head.
He was in total control, fucking my mouth.
And I loved every mind-blowing second of it.
I wanted to surrender myself completely to him, but I couldn't resist reaching up and grabbing his ass.
I needed to touch him everywhere while I had the chance.
It was as firm as his abs. There wasn't an ounce of fat visible on Professor Hunter's body.
He pulled his delicious cock out of my mouth, climbed off the desk, and spun me around so that my ass was on the edge of his desk again.
He leaned down and grabbed a condom out of his wallet. I could barely breathe.
"Professor Hunter," I panted.
"I've wanted you ever since you fell into my arms at that coffee shop." He slid the condom in place, grabbed my hips, and quickly thrust himself inside of me.
I moaned. It wasn't slow and loving. It was fast and rough.
He was in complete control of me and I wasn't protesting.
My back arched as his fingers dug into my hips.
He went faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
I loved being punished. My toes curled. I was just about to feel complete release when he stopped.
"Please," I begged.
"I asked you to be quiet," he said.
He pulled out of me and turned my body so that my stomach was now on his desk, with the tips of my toes barely on the ground.
I let him pull my skirt off. I felt his hands cup my ass as he admired my naked body.
No one had ever made me feel this sexy before.
He parted my legs, grabbed my hips forcefully, and entered me again.
My breathing hitched. He slid himself slowly in and out.
His fingertips traced the back of my thighs.
"Professor Hunter," I moaned.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
The sensation made me tense and Professor Hunter moaned as I tightened around him.
He slid his free hand along the arch in my back, giving me chills.
I couldn't wait another second. I placed my hands on the side of the desk and pushed so that he'd be deep inside me once again.
He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. I arched my back so that I was no longer on the desk as I reached one arm back and let myself pull on his hair. He kissed my raised arm gently and then pushed me back onto the desk.
"Stay still," he said forcefully.
He held me down and spanked me hard. I wouldn't resist his dominance again.
I wanted him to own me. He placed another hard slap on my other ass cheek.
I wanted him to claim every inch of my body.
The sensation of pain and pleasure was bringing me to the tipping point.
Then it was suddenly faster and harder than before.
I could feel my hips digging into the edge of his desk.
No one had ever been this deep inside of me.
His fingernails dug into my skin. He spanked me again and I clenched myself around him.
He groaned and reached one hand down to find my clit.
"Yes!" I moaned.
He stroked it possessively. I let myself come as his cock seemed to harden even more in its release. My whole body shuddered as my orgasm washed over me.
He was panting. "Mmmmm," he sighed. He pulled out and turned me over. He stared down at me. I suddenly felt unbelievably exposed. He bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair.
"Penny."
"Professor Hunter."
His Adam's apple rose and fell. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trash.
"I like being punished," I said.
"I like punishing you." He pulled his jeans back in place and slowly buttoned his shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone. He rolled up the sleeves.
I didn't want it to end. I didn't want his body to be hidden underneath his clothes.
"I have a class that I must get to or I'd be tempted to have you again." He lifted his satchel over his shoulder. "By the way, you gave a fair argument. I'll reconsider your grade."
I felt my jaw drop slightly as he let his eyes rest on my exposed breasts. I wanted to say something enticing and sexy but my mind was foggy. This had surpassed even my wildest fantasies of him.
"Please lock the door when you leave." He let his eyes linger on my body for one more moment before walking out of the office and closing the door behind him.
He left me naked and alone in his office, more addicted to him than ever.