Seduction - Chapter 27 #2
“This is not the dress you left in,” he said. “It’s even more risqué. Were you trying to drive me crazy? Or purposely making my friends wish they were the ones fucking you instead of me?”
I gasped when he spanked me. But that was not his palm. I looked over my shoulder to see the ruler in his hand. Fuck.
“Face the class,” he said again.
I immediately turned back around, my ass cheek singing with pain.
“It was the latter, right? You like the idea of my friends wanting to fuck you, you little slut.”
He swatted my ass cheek with the ruler again.
Oh God.
“Were you dripping wet when you touched them?”
“No…”
The ruler hit my ass again. “Did I say you could speak?”
No, Professor Hunter.
His palm gently ran across my sore ass cheek before he swatted it again.
I was dripping wet now, desperate for his cock to fill me. For him to fuck away the pain.
“You love driving me crazy, don’t you?” he asked.
I mean…a little. How could I not when this was how he reacted?
He spanked me again.
I inhaled sharply.
“Did it hurt to see my hands on your friends?”
I hated it. I hated every freaking second of it.
“I wanted it to be you, baby. I was dying to touch you. To show you who you belong to. But you needed to be taught a lesson.” The ruler hit my skin again.
This time I yelped. It was too much. I just needed him.
And he knew it. He knew I couldn’t take anymore. Yet he spanked me again, before tearing my thong off. The fabric made a terrible ripping noise before he tossed it on the ground. But I didn’t have any time to react because he thrust himself inside of me. Hard.
My fingers gripped the podium.
It hurt. Not because he hadn’t warmed me up properly.
The spanking was plenty good for that. But the way his hips collided with my sore ass cheek.
It only took a few seconds for him to have me moaning for more though.
I’d always loved the mix of pleasure and pain.
And I’d been so turned on all night, it was like I was desperate for him. Like I was fucking starving.
He grabbed my hips more firmly and slammed into me again. And again. And again. Each time his cock pounded me, the podium skidded forward a little. So that I was jutting my ass out even more in the air.
I’d actually had a fantasy just like this before. Only it was Tyler I’d been picturing instead of James. Each thrust of James inside of me made that other fantasy drift away. God, this was so much better than that dream.
He pulled back far enough to spank me again before slamming his cock even deeper inside of me.
So much fucking better.
“I swear to God, if you ever touch my friends like that again, I’ll snap.”
So this wasn’t him snapping? I couldn’t lie…now I was a little curious to see how far he would go.
He slammed into me again.
I moaned. I was barely holding on to the podium now. Before I completely lost purchase, he grabbed me around the waist, lifted me in the air while he was still deep inside of me, and pushed me down on top of the desk.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, making me arch my back again, and then started fucking me even harder.
“Don’t you even think about doing that ever again,” he said, his voice tight. “You’ll fucking kill me with jealousy.”
I felt the same way about him. I’d go mad if he ever touched Kristen like that again. I’d almost lost it right then and there.
“Do you understand me?” He pulled my hair again.
I didn’t dare speak. He was too far inside of me. His fingers were digging into my hips too hard. It was all too much. Too good. I felt myself start to clench around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed and thrust deeper than before, his cum exploding into me as I screamed his name.
“James!” I couldn’t help but speak. “God, James!”
He rode out my orgasm, each thrust making me scream his name again. Until we were both panting and silent.
My heart was hammering hard against my chest. “That was…intense,” I said.
He slowly pulled out of me without responding.
I went to move my skirt back over my ass, but he pushed down on my hips, keeping me in place.
“I used to dream of this back when I was your professor.” His hand gently massaged my ass where he’d spanked me.
“Your ass in the air, begging for me to fill you. Right there in the middle of my classroom. I used to get hard just thinking about it. I’d jerk off in the shower to that very image.
I’d imagine you touching yourself to that very same fantasy. ” His index finger slid inside of me.
God.
His fingers swirled around in my wetness. “I’d think about how tight your pussy was.” He slid another finger in next to his first. “I’d imagine the way you’d clench around my cock as you came.”
“James…”
“I couldn’t get enough of you even before I ever had you.”
“Me too.” I’d thought about him incessantly. He’d been in all my dreams. I’d wanted him so badly that it hurt.
He moved his fingers faster and this thumb found my clit. He pressed down on it hard.
I came again, embarrassingly fast. His thumb continued to trace lazy circles around my clit. For a second I thought he was going to try to make me come for a third time. But then his fingers fell from my skin.
I heard the zip of his pants and then he came back into view. He sat down on the edge of the desk and stared down at me. He still looked pissed.
“I love you,” I said.
The scowl on his face slowly eased away. He reached down and pushed some of my hair behind my ear. “I love you more,” he said.
“Not possible.”
He smiled, his fingers trailing down a lock of my hair. “Why is your hair all wet?”
I didn’t need James to freak out about what Justin had done. Everything had turned out just fine. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you some other time.”
“And why was Justin wearing my clothes?”
I laughed. “I’m sorry about that.” I looked up at him. “I’m sorry about all of it. I just…I’m horny all the time. I blame it on the pregnancy.”
He laughed. “Come here.” He tugged on my arm.
I wasn’t exactly sure where he wanted me to go. So I just straddled him on the desk.
His hands settled on my hips and he dropped his forehead to mine.
“Where are we?” I asked. I was pretty sure we were in a sex classroom. And I was really glad the seats weren’t filled with spectators.
I didn’t have to look to know he was smiling at my question.
“I honestly have no idea,” he said. “But let’s go home.”
“Home? We’re supposed to go to the hotel. In separate rooms.”
He shook his head. “We can sneak into the hotel rooms early in the morning. But I need you in our bed tonight, okay?” He breathed in my exhales.
“Okay.” I doubted anyone would miss me tonight anyway. They were all shit-faced. Today had been crazy. And I just wanted to go home with my husband.
I’d tortured him tonight. He’d tortured me back. And I needed to make sure we were okay. “I love you most,” I said.
His lips brushed against mine. “Impossible.” One of his hands moved from my waist to my stomach.
He didn’t say another word. But I knew what he was saying in the silence. That he loved our unborn baby too.
“Okay, let’s go home. Besides, he needs his Harry Potter bedtime story.” I put my hand on top of James’.
“Yes, she does.”
I smiled to myself. I wasn’t sure how I ever thought we’d be spending the night apart. But first we needed to find our way out of this warehouse maze.