Chapter 26 Submit
SUBMIT
PATIENCE
“Are you okay?” Violet’s eyebrows pinch as she looks over at me. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine.” I shift, but all it does is rub the vibrator against me, sending a strong pulse shooting through my core.
Jacob smirks, breaking my stare and continuing his lecture like he isn’t currently torturing me with vibrations.
I didn’t realize what he meant when he said he was going to show me how badly he wants me. But as the vibrator pulses and heat pools in my core, I start to understand it more every second. At least the toy is quiet, so no one can hear what’s happening.
If only I didn’t feel it humming through my body. Skittering through my nerves.
And when he suddenly changes the setting, I grab my desk, forcefully biting back a moan.
“What was that?” Jacob asks from the front of the room, watching me with his wicked green eyes.
Everyone’s attention is on me, but my mind is in a fog. Black spots dot my vision as I resist the need to just let go.
“I’m sorry.” I roll my shoulders back, trying to stay composed. “What were we discussing?”
“Passion.” His lips tilt with his amusement.
Every breath sets my lungs on fire. My body is burning from the inside out.
“Emotional distress,” he continues as he starts pacing across the front of the room, entirely unfazed by what he’s doing to me.
“Physical responses under extreme circumstances. It’s almost chemical at that point.
In the heat of the moment—with the right triggers—a person will do just about anything. Don’t you think?”
The vibrations intensify, and my grip on the desk has my knuckles turning white. He’s trying to push me to my breaking point. The toy vibrates against me, humming against my clit in all the right ways, and I’m on the verge of coming in front of the entire class.
Jacob’s green eyes are on me, and I can’t form words. I can’t think or breathe. I can barely see as the room starts to blur. A bead of sweat trickles down the back of my neck, and I swear my insides are on the verge of erupting.
“Yes,” I manage to croak out with the hint of a moan.
I can’t help it. Holding this back is impossible. I’m going to shatter. But just as I think I’m about to tip over that ledge, the vibrations cut off, and Jacob breaks my stare.
“That’s all for today. I want three thousand words on my desk by next class. Enjoy the early afternoon.” Jacob circles his desk, organizing a stack of papers. “Ms. Lancaster, stay a moment. We need to discuss the interview.”
My thighs press tight. I’m relieved and annoyed all at once.
“Want me to wait for you?” Violet asks, gathering her things. “You’re really red. Are you sure you’re feeling all right? I can drive you back to the apartment.”
“It’s just warm in here.” I swallow, forcing a smile.
Violet’s eyebrows scrunch as she looks at my three-quarter-sleeve shirt, but she doesn’t point out that it doesn’t make sense for me to wear this when she’s used to it.
“Call me if you change your mind.” Violet shoves her bag over her shoulder, smiling at me as she walks away.
When half the class has emptied, Kole steps into the room to find her. His arm slips around her waist the second she’s within reach, and she burrows against his side.
I’m frozen watching them leave. Not moving as every student empties.
I’m worried that one little shift and this toy is going to make me come, vibrations or not.
It isn’t until everyone has left and the door to the classroom shuts behind the final student that I dare to look to the front of the room again, only to find Jacob leaning against his desk facing me.
His arms are crossed, stretching with his broad shoulders.
It's downright sinful.
The remote is in his hand. He’s no longer bothering to hide it now that it’s just the two of us.
“Was that fun for you?” My eyes narrow.
Jacob grins, and my cheeks heat even more. “Extremely.”
“I almost—” I press my lips together and glance around like someone might still hear me.
He lifts off the desk. “What did you do, Patience? Tell me.”
“You know…”
“I want to hear you say it.”
I swallow hard, dropping my voice to a whisper. “I almost came in the middle of class.”
Jacob hums, crossing the room. He cuts through the desks until he’s standing directly in front of mine. Planting his hands on the top, he leans forward, hovering over me.
“Now you know how I feel every second I’m around you.”
“That’s a little overdramatic.” I jut my chin up.
“Is it?” He lifts one hand to my throat, wrapping his fingers around it and rubbing his thumb along the line of my jaw.
“Just thinking about you makes me want to cram my cock down this beautiful throat. And when your eyes are on me”—he leans in, breathing in the side of my neck as the toy starts to hum again—“you own my body when you look at me, Patience. You own my fucking soul.”
His eyes meet mine, and my heart skips. My breath catches. Because I don’t think he’s lying, even if it doesn’t make sense.
“Do you understand now? I’m not looking at anyone else. There is no one but you for me.”
I nod, pressing my lips together.
“You’re so pretty when you’re flushed.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “Do you want me to let you come, baby?”
“Please.”
Jacob smirks, his eyes flaring. “I love when you’re polite.”
He notches up the vibrations, and my eyes widen.
“Wait.” I grab his wrist. “We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?”
“Anyone could walk in.”
“It’s summer. Campus is empty, and there are no classes after this.” His smile turns wicked.
“Someone could come back. You could lose everything.”
He shrugs. “You’re worth the risk. Now come here.”
Jacob stands tall, watching me as I do the same. My cheeks heat as the vibrator continues to rub against me, even though he’s turned the setting to a slow, torturous buzz. I circle the desk, and he presses me against it, pushing his thigh between my legs.
One hand snakes up my back until he’s tugging my ponytail and forcing me to face him.
“Oh, god.” My fingers grip his sides.
My hands run along his tapered waist while I clench my thighs around one of his. I’m burning up, unable to help that I’m rocking my hips on his thigh unapologetically. I’m no longer in control of myself as I ride through the waves.
He presses the button to increase the speed, and I crest over the final hill. Then I’m plummeting. Sinking into the pleasure as it pulls me under.
“That’s it, baby.” He caresses my neck. “You need to be nice and wet if you’re going to take my cock.”
I shiver, losing all control. It’s so incredibly wrong, and yet, it makes me want him even more. My core clenches around the toy, and I unravel. I’m crumpling while Jacob holds me in his arms.
Only then does he press the button to turn off the toy, setting the remote aside.
“Come.” He holds out a hand, and I take it.
I’m still in such a fog that I don’t grab any of my things. I’m barely coherent as he guides me, on wobbly knees, to the front of the classroom. There’s a door at the side that leads to an office he rarely uses.
We cross the threshold, and his control snaps. The moment he shuts the door, his lips land on mine. He devours me in a kiss like a man obsessed.
Like he can’t get enough.
I can’t either. My arms wrap his neck as he locks the door and spins us so I’m sitting on the desk. My legs wind around his waist. A battle of nails and teeth and desperation as he claims me. We break the kiss long enough for him to strip off my shirt, and my bra is tossed aside a moment later.
Unlike the first time, I don’t pull back or worry what he’ll think as he undoes my pants and tugs them off me. As he strips me down to my scars. He’s seen it all, and he’s still here. He still wants me.
Finally, he reaches between my legs and pulls the toy out, setting it aside. I’m empty for only a moment before he sinks his fingers deep, curling them inside me.
“Jacob.” My nails dig into his arms.
“I’ve been dying to taste you since you started squirming in class.” He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks me off them. “My needy girl. You taste so good.”
“Oh yeah?” I hitch an eyebrow. “When do I get to taste you?”
His jaw turns rigid as his green eyes darken. “Are you asking to suck my cock, Ms. Lancaster?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Please, Professor.”
A growl rumbles in his chest as he takes a step back.
He glances at my scarred knees for a split second, snapping his mouth shut as he seems to reconsider something. Then, in one swift move, he slides my ass farther back on the desk.
“Lie back, baby.” A single finger trails down my throat, between my breasts, pausing at my belly button.
When I slowly lie back on the desk, completely naked, he moves his finger lower, tracing me.
Skating a path to my hip, cascading over one side, then the other, until he’s skimming it on the inside of my thigh and slowly moving between my legs.
But he doesn’t add pressure. With a feather-light touch, he drags his finger over my mound and then runs it along the slit, teasing me before he pulls away completely.
For a second, I think he’s done, but then he snags my hand from my side and lifts it to his lips, sucking my fingers into his mouth. His tongue slides between my fingers until I’m clenching my thighs.
“I want you to show me what feels good for you, Patience.” He lowers my wet fingers to my pussy, lacing his with them as he shoves us both in. “Have you ever played with yourself?”
“Yes.” My voice cracks with my answer as pleasure starts to shoot through me. “I have.”
“Show me how.” He steps back, pulling his hand away so I’m on display for him.
There’s nothing to hide behind, and while I should probably be embarrassed, there’s something about how he watches me that encourages me to keep going. So I do. I skate my finger up to my clit and rub back and forth.
“You prefer that over penetration?” he asks bluntly.
And again, the urge to be embarrassed warms my cheeks. But when I look into his eyes, there’s no judgment. Just curiosity. Like he genuinely wants to know what I like.
“I did.” I chase the pressure starting to build. “But that’s mostly because I didn’t try anything else before you.”
His jaw ticks, and his forearms flex. Pride swells his chest, making it clear he likes the thought of that.
“Does that include your feisty mouth?” His gaze moves to my lips, and I nod. “But you’re going to take me down your throat like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” My breaths get quicker.
“Don’t worry,” he says calmly, like he senses my insecurity. “I’ll teach you.”
Circling the desk, he stops at the other side, tugging my ponytail to guide my head back until it’s dangling off the edge, and I’m looking up at him standing over me.
He unzips, pulling out his thick cock. The vein that runs along the bottom bulges as he takes it in his fist, tugging a bead of cum until it drips onto my lips.
“Lick.”
I drag my tongue over my lower lip, tasting him. My fingers are slick as I start to finger myself faster.
“You like that?” he asks, offering me another drop of cum leaking out.
“I do.”
This time, I lift my chin, dragging my tongue over the tip to lick it off. He’s firm but smooth. And impossibly large.
I think back to the ruler and wonder how deep I’ll be able to take him.
“Open for your professor, Patience.” He drags the tip of his cock over my tongue. “I’m going to fill this lovely throat.”
He presses one palm to the column of my neck. Gripping. Not hard, but so that he can feel every movement. Every breath. Every swallow. His other hand guides his cock to my lips, and the moment I part them, he sinks deep.
He hits the back of my throat, and I gag, so he rocks back, stroking my throat with both his thumbs now.
“Breathe through your nose. And when I go deep, I want you to swallow. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I hum, and his knees buckle slightly. That simple movement has me pressing my thighs tighter around my hand. To know I have that kind of power over this man is intoxicating.
He rocks forward again, and this time, I do as he said, swallowing when he hits the back of my throat, allowing me to take him even deeper.
“Good girl.” He pulls back, going a little farther with each thrust and allowing me to adjust.
When I hollow my cheeks, his knees buckle again.
“Fuck, you look pretty with your lips around my cock. Taking me down your throat. Let’s see how far you can go, yeah?” He rubs, and I hum. “I’m going to fuck your face now.”
That’s the last warning I get as he picks up speed.
He thrusts deeper, no longer waiting for me to swallow him.
He starts to fuck me, as promised. Brutally claiming my mouth like he’s already claimed the rest of me.
With every rock of his hips, I relax a little more, taking him a little deeper until I’m completely full.
Spit drips out the corners of my mouth, and I’m a mess.
My core pulses, and I work my clit. Goose bumps cover my whole body, and I’m going to break apart. There’s something about having Jacob at my mercy. About being the one bringing him pleasure and making him come undone.
I want him to use me.
To enjoy me.
So I hollow my cheeks and suck him as much as I can from this angle. Until he’s leaning over the desk, completely losing his composure. He grips my sides, and his touch is what sets me off. My lips tighten around his cock as I start to come, and he follows me over the ledge, doing as promised.
Cum shoots down my throat. It paints my tongue and slips from my lips. But he continues to fuck me until I’m drinking all of him down.
When he pulls out and steps back, he pauses, looking down at me. My chest heaves, and I’m out of breath. A mess of spit and mascara and cum, lying on my professor’s desk. But I don’t care. Not as he tucks himself away or as he helps me sit.
Not as he drops into the chair and pulls me onto his lap, completely naked.
What I look like is irrelevant.
I curl into his arms, and I submit.