17. Epilogue
Epilogue
RYAN
Six Months Later
Nathan rolled his eyes for the third time in under a minute.
“C’mon, you promised.”
He sighed and leaned back against his desk, forearms resting on the table.
“I know I did, but it’s ridiculous, Ryan.”
I pouted, crossing my arms.
We’d broken into his classroom, well, not really. He had a key. But it was a Saturday night, and no one was ever here this late.
He’d promised me he’d do this for me. I tapped my heel against the wall, arms still crossed.
“Nathan.”
He looked up, eyes going straight to my outfit.
I was wearing a schoolboy getup I’d bought on sale from some sketchy website, white collared shirt, black-and-red plaid skirt, and knee-high socks.
At first, I’d felt embarrassed. But the way he was staring at my ass now? Yeah, no regrets.
His gaze trailed down to my legs. He licked his lips.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
I stepped closer, plucking the fake glasses from his desk and settling them on his face.
“Must I?” he murmured, kissing my hand as I adjusted them.
“You must,” I grinned.
God, he looked good, tall, tan, hair pushed back. I ran my fingers through it, ruining the neat style and making him look more roguish.
“Ready?” I asked.
He gave me a blank expression, but his eyes were warm, brown flashing with amusement.
He grabbed my chin, tilting it upward. “For you. But just this once.”
We’d see about that.
I nodded, and he gestured toward the door behind me.
I slipped out of the classroom, glancing down the hall to make sure no one was around to see how I was dressed. Luckily, it was dead quiet, no late-night seniors doing extra homework.
Perfect.
Let the show begin.
I’d always craved this fantasy, that’s what drew me to him in the first place. I had a thing for authority and attention, and he fit the bill.
I knocked on the door, biting my lip, my heart racing. The anticipation was pure excitement, but the edge of nervousness made it even better.
My favorite fantasy: a professor who found me so irresistible he couldn’t help himself. Dumb, pretty, blonde bait.
Of course, Nathan was too decent to actually cross that line when I was his student. Getting him to touch me back then had been a slow, careful game, but worth every second.
Because he was all mine now.
“Come in.” His voice was smooth, silky.
I stepped inside, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
Nathan sat in his chair, pretending to write something, not even glancing up.
I moved closer, my tennis shoes crackling faintly against the floor in the quiet room.
He finally looked up. “May I help you, Mr. Larson? Bit late to be in class, isn’t it?”
I crushed the urge to cross the room and beg him to fuck me.
To smile, bite my lip, wait until he kissed me and sucked at my neck.
No.
He was the perv, not me. I was just the helpless student.
I kept my eyes wide and stepped closer. “Professor? Can I talk about my grade? Um… I got a C on the final report.”
His gaze swept over me before he crooked one finger, beckoning me forward. I obeyed without hesitation, my sneakers whispering across the floor, a quiet testimony to his pull.
I stopped just in front of him. Even sitting, he looked up at me like he was six feet taller, a faint smile curving his mouth.
“Well, Ryan, you didn’t study. Your grade reflects that. Simple.”
I bit my lip, refusing to move. “Can I get extra credit… sir?”
The innocent note in my voice was deliberate. He grinned, dark, almost cruel, and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head.
The way his eyes slid down to my thighs sent a shiver down my spine. He would never have done this during real office hours. Hell, even when I was actually his student, he hated crossing that line in his office.
“Mmh… I don’t know,” he said, his voice low, his gaze sinking lower.
I swallowed. “May I sit down?”
He nodded toward the chair across from him. I sank into it, tugging my shirt up just enough to expose a strip of skin.
His eyes tracked the movement openly, lingering, unapologetic.
Finally, his stare met mine, but it felt invasive, like he was taking me in piece by piece, memorizing me.
“What kind of extra credit?” he asked, eyes flicking back to my legs like they were nothing more than something to gawk at.
I crossed them, dragging my skirt down a little. His gaze sharpened.
“Maybe… help grade?” I suggested.
He chuckled, the sound short and cutting.
“You think I need a pretty blonde airhead to help with that?”
The insult jolted through me, heat pooling low. I shook my head quickly, pressing my thighs together.
“No,” I whispered.
He stood, circling my chair slowly before stopping behind it.
“I can give you a better grade, Ryan. But you’ll have to earn it. Are you ready for that?”
I nodded without hesitation.
He didn’t move for a beat, then there was a soft clatter, the sound of a pen hitting the floor. It rolled across the room toward the door.
“Anything, Ryan? Anything at all?” he murmured, his voice sinking even lower. His hands settled on my shoulders, kneading lightly. The touch was barely there but enough to make me feel pinned, trapped under his control.
“Yes… sir.”
He removed his hands. “Fetch my pen. I dropped it.”
I gulped and started to stand, but he caught me and shoved me back into the chair before stepping around to the front again.
“Surely your pretty little head can figure out a way to get it without using your feet… right?”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Good. Fetch, Ryan.”
He caught a fistful of my hair, not harsh, but firm enough to guide me, and pushed me to the ground. My skirt flipped up in the process, revealing exactly what I wasn’t wearing underneath.
His shoe brushed my thigh, nudging the fabric higher.
“You must not really want that A if you’re not hurrying.”
Heat rushed to my face as the cool air hit my bare skin. I crawled toward the pen, my ass swaying with each move, the air grazing me in places that made me shiver.
I could feel him following close behind.
When I reached the pen, I reached for it with my hand, then stopped. Instead, I lowered my head and picked it up with my mouth.
He hummed, approving.
Turning, I held it up. He extended his hand, and I placed the pen in his palm.
“Good boy. Okay. Then… I can give you a B.”
I sat up fast. “What? I need an A.”
He laughed. “An A?”
“Yes, professor. An A.”
He looked me over slowly. “Fine. An A it is… but you’ll have to earn it. Can you handle that?”
I nodded.
“Then crawl over here and earn that A, little blondie.”
I dropped to my knees again and moved toward him. He unzipped himself, freeing his cock, thick, heavy, glistening. He pumped it once before tugging loose my tie and wrapping it around my eyes.
“You’re clearly too dumb to think for a test. Maybe you can use that head of yours for something else.” His voice was deep, taunting.
“Yes, sir—”
A sharp slap cracked across my face.
“Professor to you,” he corrected.
I groaned as his grip tightened in my hair and he pushed himself into my mouth. I opened wider, forcing myself to take more, to accommodate the weight and length filling my throat.
“Good boy. Bet your dad wouldn’t be happy knowing he paid all that money for college just to see you end up with a cock shoved down your throat like a common whore, huh?”
He moved me like I was nothing but a toy, my lips dragging along his length, his balls brushing my face. I pressed my cheek against them, desperate to keep my control, my thighs trembling.
“Mmh. Seems my class was a waste on you.”
I whimpered.
“Instead of wasting time lecturing you, I should’ve had you under my desk from the start, keeping my cock company.”
Another whimper escaped me as I took him deeper, licking and kissing him like I’d been made for it.
“Fuck,” I breathed against him.
He pulled me off abruptly, leaving me panting, my lips wet, my knees sore against the office floor.
“I’d say that blowjob just bumped you back to a D.”
“Hey—”
He slapped me across the face with his cock, shutting me up. I wasn’t in any position to demand anything.
“Why did you fail the test?” he asked, zipping himself back up and pushing me into a sitting position.
“I—”
“Think, blondie.”
I swallowed. “I didn’t study.” It felt like he’d ripped a confession out of me I hadn’t wanted to say.
“Yeah, you weren’t made for thinking, were you?”
Fuck. Where was this coming from? Why was his voice so rough and deep… taunting?
“Over my desk.”
I turned and felt my way forward until my fingers brushed the edge. Slowly, I bent over it. His hand cupped my left ass cheek before slapping it, leaving both cheeks fully exposed.
He flipped my skirt up. The cold air hit my bare skin and I shivered.
He whistled. “How many inches of extra credit did you want?”
I froze, flushing. “I… all of it.”
He chuckled and smacked my ass again.
“Mmh. I love having dumb, pretty lusters like you in my class. Makes the end of the year real fun.” He tugged my skirt down until it pooled at my ankles.
“A+ ass,” he muttered, gripping my waist and pulling me flush against his slacks. The fabric was cold. I shivered again.
He pinned my wrists behind my back, trapping me.
“Try to fight back. If you can get away, I’ll give you full points without making you take this tight little pucker of yours.”
I tried, thrashing, pushing, but he didn’t budge.
Strong.
The air hit my bare ass again.
“Too bad,” he tsked. “Guess you’ll earn your grade the hard way.”
One hand held my wrists while the other grazed my inner thigh, ghosting over my skin. His fingers found their way to my hole.
“Mmh… pink. I like that.”
A finger pressed inside. Dry. I gasped. Fuck, I was trapped. I wriggled, but he just chuckled.
It felt violating… and so good. Some deep part of me loved it, him testing my hole, working it open like it was his right.
He added a second finger, prying me wider, then spat on me. The warm, slick spit slid down, easing the burn.
“I have a boyfriend at home,” I blurted.
He grinned. I could hear it. “Bratty little thing.”
Fuck, he was talking about me.
“But I love giving my stupid students a chance to pass… especially when they’ve got asses like this.”
It slipped out before I could stop it. “You do this with all your students?” I asked breathlessly.
A pause, then more pressure.
“Of course not. Just the blonde, slutty ones.”
Something unzipped. Hard flesh pressed against my hole.
A drawer slammed. Seconds later, lube coated my ass and thighs.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you, you know.” His voice was lower now, right at my ear.
I tried to scoot forward, but his grip on my waist only tightened, hard enough to bruise.
“Slutty little thing. Always flirting in class. Talking to fucking Landon…”
A chill ran down my spine.
“Laughing with him.”
The head of his cock pushed inside. Slow. Burning. I whimpered, but he didn’t stop. His grip dug in harder.
“Always giving me fuck-me eyes… practically begging to be taken after class, huh? You failed on purpose, didn’t you?”
The stretch made me moan before I could stop myself.
“Fuck… since you walked in, I’ve been counting the days until I could bend you over and have my filthy way with you.”
Despite the sting, I arched back into him, chasing the fullness. So deep.
So fucking full.
My whole lower body tingled from his words.
“Fuck that ass… so pretty.”
He suddenly flipped me.
One second I was bent over, the next I was upside down in his grip, staring right at him. He was grinning, driving into me. I moaned, dazed, meeting his eyes as he pounded harder.
“Pretty boy,” he grunted, grabbing my face and shoving his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was brutal, wet, consuming. His cock slammed into me as his tongue fucked my throat.
I nearly sobbed from the overstimulation, my ass clenching around him, my mouth filled with him, every nerve in my body lit up and burning.
He pounded into me hard, his cock showing me exactly who was in charge. All I could hear were growls inot my mouth, then I felt his dick pulse.
My ass clenched around him immediately, milking every drop of his release.
“Ah… fuck.”
“Mr. Thorne,” I moaned, still coaxing him with slow pulses.
He froze for a beat, then let out a low chuckle. “You haven’t called me that in a while.”
I opened my eyes, locking onto his warm brown ones.
“I prefer calling you daddy,” I murmured with a grin, just as he pulled out, his come flooding hot between my thighs.
I tried to push up, but the sting in my ass made me wince. He caught me easily, dragging me into his lap.
“Did you like it?” I teased, tilting my head as his arm tightened around me.
“Of course. How could I not?”
I brushed my lips close to his, smirking. “Would’ve been even hotter if you were into this when I was still your student.”
He rolled his eyes. “I was. Why do you think I avoided being alone with you, you little brat?”
I grinned. “Good thing I’m persistent. Imagine what you’d be missing.”
His gaze lingered on me, heavier than before. “And I’m so fucking grateful you were, baby. You’re mine.”
I smiled against his lips as he kissed me, slow, deep, claiming me all over again, until nothing existed but him.
THE END