19. Karolina #2
I tense again, but he shushes me gently. “I’m in charge, but you’re the one in control. Nothing will happen without your consent.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper.
My body is on fire for him. My clit pulses madly, and my nipples are hard against my bra. The pressure of my breasts on the desk is a delicious ache that makes my core flutter with an answering throb.
He drags my jeans down my legs, allowing them to bunch at my ankles in a perverse sort of hobble. With my wrists trapped and my pants tangled around my calves, there’s no evading him.
His fingers trace the outline of my black lace panties. “I like these. I guess I’ll have to buy a replacement.”
“What are you—?”
My question ends on a gasp when he tears the delicate underwear. A rush of cool air teases over my wet, heated pussy, and I groan in wanton abandon.
“I need you to be quiet for me,” he says. “As much as I would love for you to scream my name, I don’t want the other faculty to hear you.”
The ruined underwear appear in my field of vision, nearing my mouth.
My defiance flares, and I try to jerk away.
But there’s nowhere for me to go.
I lock my lips together, resisting the pressure of his lace-clad fingers.
“Open your mouth, brat.”
“Mmmf!” I refuse, not daring to speak aloud in case me manages to slip the perverted gag in place.
“You’ll knock on the desk if you need me to stop.” He’s determined now. Merciless. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
His fist tangles in my hair, wrenching my head back.
I gasp, and it’s not entirely involuntary.
He presses the wet underwear between my parted lips. I moan at the taste of my own arousal.
“You like how you taste, don’t you?” he asks, voice almost guttural with his tormented lust.
His hand clamps over my mouth, trapping the makeshift gag behind my teeth.
“Say yes, Professor,” he commands.
But I can’t speak. My mouth is full of torn lace.
He keeps the muffling hand in place and spanks me with the other. “I gave you an order.”
“Yes, Professor.” My cheeks flame at the garbled attempt to comply.
He caresses my ass. “See? That wasn’t so hard. You can be my good girl.”
A low growl eases from my chest, but I’m too turned on to be truly indignant.
“What was that?” Three stinging swats to my upper thighs.
I shriek at the flash of white-hot pain.
“Shhh,” he reminds me, dipping his face close enough to mine that his lips ghost over my forehead. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”
Two fingers touch between my legs, testing the fresh wash of desire that wets my labia.
“I think maybe you like that idea a little too much.” Abruptly, he grasps my pussy in his broad palm—a purely possessive act. “Too bad. I’m not going to let anyone else see you like this.”
I whimper at a rush of lust.
“I think you like that even better,” he remarks, teasing my folds. “Do you want me to be possessive? Do you want me to promise I’ll ruin you for all other men and keep you for myself?”
I try to shake my head, but the little thrill of alarm that races down my spine heats my core.
“It’s a good thing you’re gagged. I wouldn’t like it if you lied to me. This is for your own good.”
I growl at him again, but he just rubs my butt fondly.
“You’re really cute when you’re pretending to be fierce. You can let go now. Just relax and submit. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Stinging heat flares on my upturned ass when he spanks me again to punctuate his point. At the same time, he kisses my forehead. The dichotomy of tenderness and torment makes my brain go fuzzy, and I melt into the desk.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, swatting my thighs again. “Just like that.”
The sweet pain stops abruptly, and he traces the outline of my throbbing pussy.
“Now,” he drawls. “I’m going to let go of your mouth, but you’ll behave and keep your panty gag in. Don’t disappoint me.”
My eyes practically roll back in response to his raw dominance. I’ve never experienced release like this. My mind blanks. All that exists is his control and my desperate need for an orgasm.
“Say I’ll behave, Professor,” he mocks.
Heat floods my entire body as I comply, my promise completely muffled by my own underwear.
Satisfied, he withdraws his hand from my mouth. I expect him to finally claim my lips, but instead, his hands grip my hips. I squeak in surprise when he flips me onto my back; the tie that binds me to the desk twists to allow the shift in position.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to stay quiet for me,” he taunts. “We’ve barely started.”
He looms over me, hands splayed on my thighs.
I stop breathing when he drops to his knees.
His gaze is fixed on my most intimate area like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
An embarrassed whine slips past the gag when he parts my labia with his thumbs so he can inspect me more thoroughly.
I can’t look away. His sculpted face is drawn into harsh lines, and the glimmer over his dark eyes is pure possessiveness.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I glow at the rough praise. A shudder convulses my body, and his fingers flex into my thighs to hold me open for him.
His finger traces the seam of my pussy, dipping inside me just enough to make me squirm.
“Tell me you want this.” His eyes are intent on mine, as though my answer is the only thing in the world that matters to him. “Tell me you want me to stretch your tight little cunt with my fingers.”
I don’t even think of resisting. I mumble my respectful consent around the lace that fills my mouth. I squirm a little to convey just how badly I want him to fill me up.
“I want my kiss,” he rasps.
His head lowers towards my aching pussy, and I rock my hips up to meet him.
Just as his soft lips brush my needy clit, he slides one thick finger all the way into my tight channel.
I cry out, and he shushes me, blowing a stream of cool air over my heated flesh.
“Stay very quiet,” he whispers against my pulsing bud.
The smallest whine teases at the back of my throat.
“Fuck, I need to take you somewhere where you can whimper and moan my name,” he growls. “For now, you’re being a very good girl for me.”
In reward, he finds the sensitive spot inside me and crooks his finger against it. At the same time, his tongue circles my clit.
I come apart, barely containing my sharp cry. I trap the ecstasy in my chest, but bottling up the pleasure only makes it more intense.
I’m completely in his power, my silence compelled by his will. His eyes are locked on mine as I writhe on his desk in tormented bliss.
He continues to rub my g-spot with ruthless pressure, and I hit another peak.
Sweat beads on my brow, and my teeth clench around my panties.
“You’re so beautiful when you suffer for me,” Rand murmurs in between soft kisses on my sensitized clit.
He’s merciless, wringing pleasure from my helpless, bound body.
I’m babbling softly through the gag, desperate pleas for him to relent. And for him to never stop.
Just when I think I truly can’t take another orgasm, he brushes his lips over my clit one final time and withdraws.
I’m limp on his desk, floating in a euphoric cloud.
It hardly feels real when he rises to his feet and towers over me. He takes several racing heartbeats to simply study me in my enraptured state, his dark eyes consuming me.
He traces the line of my lips. “Open.”
I obey, and he pulls my panties out of my mouth.
He leans over me, until his face is a mere inch from mine.
“I was going to make you beg, but I’m the one who’s desperate.”
His hard cock presses into my thigh, and I know he’s aching for me.
“All I want is a kiss,” he confesses. “Nothing more. Just one kiss, and I could live on it for the rest of my life.”