Chapter 3
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BLAKE
H aving Madison in my class is nothing but sheer torture. This particular course meets three times a week, and she always sits in the front row. I made it through day two without giving in to the temptation that she offers. But today, it’s even more difficult to resist her.
Did she wear that dress just to tease me?
As I meet her glare, I’m pretty sure that the answer to that question is yes . She’s staring at me with raw hunger in her eyes, the top of her pen held lightly between her lush lips. Desire wraps around me, but I force myself to look away from the generous cleavage she has on display. Her blue dress is cut low in the front and barely falls to midthigh. She crosses her legs, exposing plenty of her smooth brown skin, and my heart begins to pound in my ears.
Fuck, she has an amazing body.
Voluptuous and curvy, it’s exactly what wet dreams are made of, which explains why she’s starred in every one of mine since I filled her with my cock that night at the club. Her thighs are thick, and I can’t stop thinking about how they’d feel wrapped around my head while I taste her sweet cunt.
Fuck, I wish I’d taken the time to do that when I had the chance. I tear my eyes away from her and continue writing equations on the screen.
Math. I need to focus on math.
But as I approach my desk and allow the students time to work, I feel a rush of awareness that her gaze is on me, instead of on her laptop where it should be. My head whips up and I find Madison watching me, squirming in her seat and clenching her sexy thighs together. I bet she’s fucking wet for me and I’m dying to find out.
I recognize the signs of a woman in need, and she is definitely aching right now. That makes two of us, since my cock has been rock hard since the moment she set foot in my classroom. And it seems to swell even more, desperate to be inside her tight pussy.
Her gaze drifts down to the front of my desk, and she smirks, as if she has X-ray vision and knows exactly how my body is reacting to her. Maybe I’m not being as discreet as I hoped, but damn, it feels impossible whenever she’s around.
At least class is almost over. But when I dismiss everyone fifteen minutes later, Madison is slow to put her things away. A few students come to me with questions about the lesson, and I struggle to keep my attention on them as I watch her in my peripheral vision.
Finally, there are only a few stragglers in the room, and Madison approaches me with a sweet, seemingly innocent smile on her face. Her eyes give her away when she turns that seductive gaze in my direction.
“Great class, Professor Alexander,” she draws out, her voice huskier than usual. “I was wondering… Do you have office hours available this afternoon? I was hoping to discuss the homework assignment in greater detail.”
My blood rushes through my veins at the thought of being alone with her in my office. I’m not even going to pretend to believe her reasoning, nor do I think she expects me to. This is exactly what she wants, what I want. And I’m tired of denying us the pleasure we both need.
I nod and lead her out of the room. My office is just down the hall, and we reach it quickly. I unlock the door, holding it open, as Madison’s sinful body brushes against mine when she crosses the threshold. I hold back a groan when my cock rubs across her juicy ass. Then I follow her inside and lock the door.
“Take a seat, Miss Cavanaugh,” I say, trying and failing to maintain an air of professionalism.
“Madison,” she corrects me, and the sharpness of her voice brings my inner beast to the surface. She’s being bratty, and my hand itches with the urge to punish her. I don’t always need a flogger to turn an ass red. And in this situation, my palm will do quite nicely.
Despite her tone, she takes a seat, and I notice that she lets her hem ride up her beautiful thighs. A muscle in my jaw ticks, and I force myself to round my desk, keeping the wooden furniture between us. I remain standing, savoring the view down the front of her dress, which allows me to see her amazing tits. My mouth waters, eager to suckle her generous mounds and feel her pebbled nipples between my teeth.
“What can I help you with, Madison?” I inquire. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, reminding myself that I’m her professor and I’d be taking advantage of my position. But I can’t deny myself the pleasure of saying her name, feeling it roll off my tongue like a whispered prayer. God, I want to moan it while I’m deep inside her, painting her insides with my hot cum. “Are you having trouble with the differentials?”
“No, sir. I’m having trouble with this ache between my thighs.” She uncrosses her legs and eases her knees apart.
Fuck me.
I think about how nervous she was when she first approached me at the club. Now, it’s hard to accept that this bold girl is the same person. But I guess sexual frustration can do that to you. It’s certainly about to make me do some things I absolutely have no business doing. And besides, we’re not at the club right now, where I’m a highly trained master flogger and she’s new to BDSM. No, we’re in my office on her college campus, where she’s surrounded by familiar sights and sounds. I’m sure it must be less intimidating than being surrounded by naked bodies engaging in various acts of sex, using a wide variety of implements and toys.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I declare, but I don’t dare make a move to stop her when she stands and maneuvers herself around my desk. She edges into my space, teasing her taut nipples back and forth across my chest. Then, she exhales, and her warm, cinnamon-scented breath washes over my lips.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Every day that I’ve had to watch you in front of the class is killing me. No matter what I do, I can’t make the ache inside go away.”
I can’t help myself. I place my hands on her hips, and the warmth of her skin seeps through the thin fabric of her dress, making me shudder.
God, I’ve never wanted a woman this badly in my life.
“What do you do to ease the ache, little one?” I whisper against the shell of her ear, using my pet name for her as I slip into my Dominant role.
“I touch myself in bed at night.”
My eyes close as I envision what she describes.
“I use my vibrator and think about you behind me in that private room, flogging me over and over again until I come.” Her breathing hastens as her words sound more like a desperate plea. “But it’s not enough. I need you . Only you… Master Blake.”
Her words… they’re my undoing. I can’t deny my needy girl what she wants.
With a sweep of my arm, I slide my papers to the side of my desk. Then, I grab her by the waist and spin her around before bending her over. She gasps at the sudden movement, and I smirk as I lift the skirt of her dress, draping it over her back and exposing her pink lace panties. The color looks so damn pretty against her light-brown skin, and I groan as I release my aching cock from my pants.
“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, stroking my rigid length while I nudge her legs apart with my foot. When she’s ass up and spread wide, I see the darkened spot on the gusset of her panties. “Of course, you’re wet for me. Ready for this cock, aren’t you, little one?”
“Yes,” she says, looking back at me over a shoulder, her palms planted firmly on the oak surface. “God, yes.”
Yanking her panties to the side, I line myself up with her entrance when a thought occurs to me. “I don’t have a condom on me. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. I never miss a dose and I’ve recently had my annual.”
I never fuck a woman bare, but I’ve also never wanted a woman like this. Needed a woman like this. It scares me that I’m so drawn to her, but I can’t think about that right now. She’s laid out for me, ripe and waiting, and I won’t stop unless she tells me to.
She doesn’t. Instead, a wanton smile spreads across her face.
I sink into her dripping pussy, nice and slow, savoring the way that her tight channel stretches around my cock. She’s wet and warm, just as fucking heavenly as I remembered. Her back arches, and she lifts her head, sending her long, mahogany hair trailing down her back. Her moan is low and deep, and I know she’s trying to keep quiet for me.
“Good girl,” I praise, and she tightens her core around me. I see that my little one likes to be praised. Good . Maybe I won’t have to punish her too often then. “But you’ve been naughty, haven’t you?” I slam my hips forward, thrusting hard inside her. The desk is large and heavy, so it doesn’t move despite the pounding I’m giving her cunt. “You wore this dress just to torment me, didn’t you?”
“T-to tempt you,” she manages breathlessly.
“It fucking worked, didn’t it?” I admit as I bring my hand down on her ass cheek. Her whole body quivers as I spank her, and her pussy drips honey down to my balls.
The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping and low whimpers. Sweat trickles down my spine, and I can sense myself dancing on the edge of release. I imagined it’d feel good, having nothing between us, but there isn’t anything that could’ve prepared me for how mind-blowing it’d be to feel her pussy gripping every ridge of my rock-hard dick. I know in this moment that I won’t fuck her with a condom again. I’ll take her bare from now on. For the rest of my life, if she’ll let me.
“Come for me, little one. Let Daddy feel you squeeze his cock.” I hadn’t intended to lay that on her yet, but it’s too late now and I won’t take it back. I spank her again and again, then soothe the reddened skin by rubbing a palm over her heated flesh.
She grips the front edge of the desk as she pushes her ass back into my every thrust. Then, she comes hard, remembering where we are and maintaining a hint of control as her mouth opens in a silent scream. But I know that I’ve given her what she needs, the kind of soul-shattering orgasm that she’s been craving.
Watching her come sends me into my own climax, and I release inside her curvy body, grunting and panting while I fill her with my cum. As I struggle to catch my breath, I realize I’ll never be able to sit in this office again without thinking about Madison.
I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one.
When we’ve both calmed down and returned to our normal breathing, I glide my semi-hard cock from her quivering core. Then I tuck myself back into my pants as she slips her panties back into place. With my cum spurted deep inside her pussy. I relish the thought when she looks at me with a warmth in her eyes that steals my breath.
Fuck it. She’s mine and I’m never letting her go.
“Come to Club Sin tonight,” I urge, helping her fix her dress before going to the door and unlocking it. “I think we need a play session.”
“Thanks for your help, Professor. It was very… enlightening,” she says with a smirk. There’s a swing in her hips as she walks away, and I puff my chest a little, knowing I helped put that confidence there.
Daddy will take care of you, little one. I promise you that.