Chapter 24
Gage
Iwalk over to her, stopping beside her desk, close enough that she has to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. "Stand up."
She rises slowly, the desk chair scraping softly against the floor. In the dim lighting, her skin looks golden, and I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
"Come to the front of the room."
Her heels click against the hardwood as she walks to where I'm standing. I can smell her perfume, something light and floral that I've been thinking about all day.
"Turn around. Face the board."
She obeys, presenting her back to me. I step closer, close enough that my chest almost touches her shoulders.
"Put your hands flat against the whiteboard."
Her palms press against the dark surface, arms extended. The position arches her back slightly, and I have to clench my fists to keep from touching her immediately.
"You disrupted my entire lecture today," I say, my voice low and controlled.
"I did?" There's a tremor in her voice, not fear, but anticipation.
"Every time you shifted in your seat. Every time you tucked your hair behind your ear." I lean closer, my breath warming her neck. "Every time you bit your lip while considering a point."
Her fingers flex against the whiteboard. "I wasn't trying to distract you."
"Intention doesn't matter. Effect does." I brush my fingertips along her spine, feeling her shiver beneath the light touch. "And the effect was that I couldn't think straight."
I step closer until my body presses against hers, trapping her between me and the board. My hands slide down her arms to her wrists, squeezing gently.
"What should we do about that, Skye?"
She pushes back against me slightly, testing. "Whatever you think is appropriate, Professor."
Her words send heat straight through me. I slide my hands from her wrists to her hips, holding her firmly against me.
"What I think is appropriate," I murmur against her ear, "is making sure you understand exactly what your behavior does to me."
I press my hips forward, letting her feel how hard I am. She gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder.
"Feel that?" My voice is rough now, the careful control slipping. "That's what I had to deal with for an entire class, while trying to teach."
Her breathing turns shallow. "I can feel it."
"Good." I slide one hand up to cup her throat, thumb tracing over the mark I left there. "Everyone could see this today. Did you know that?"
She nods slightly. The movement restricted by my grip.
"Did you want them to see? Want everyone to wonder who put it there?"
"Yes," she whispers, the admission making her tremble against me. "I liked knowing it was there. Knowing you marked me."
My grip on her throat tightens slightly, possessive. "Such a good girl, wearing my mark so proudly." I press my lips to the spot, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth. "But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to."
Immediately, I step back, already missing her warmth. "Turn around."
She faces me, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Her eyes are dark with want, and I can see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top.
"Take off the cardigan."
Her hands shake slightly as she pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The tank top clings to her curves, and I have to force myself not to tear it off her right here.
"Now the tank top."
She reaches for the hem, pulling it slowly over her head. The deliberate pace tells me she knows exactly what she's doing, drawing out the moment, making me wait. When it finally comes off, she's wearing a black lace bra that makes my mouth go dry.
"Beautiful," I murmur, stepping closer. "But you already know that, don't you?"
Her eyes hold mine, a hint of defiance beneath the desire. "I know you think so."
I trace the edge of her bra with one finger, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. "What would your classmates think if they could see you now? The brilliant, serious student, half-naked in front of her professor?" I unsnap her bra, and it falls to the ground with the rest of her clothes.
"They'd be jealous," she says, and the confidence in her voice makes me want to drop to my knees.
"Confident. I like that." I circle behind her again, my fingertips trailing across her bare shoulders. "But confidence needs to be earned."
I move to my desk, opening the drawer I'd prepared earlier. Her eyes track my movements as I pull out a length of silk rope, letting it slide through my fingers.
"Remove the rest of your clothes, then put your hands behind your back."
She complies without hesitation, and I bind her wrists with practiced efficiency. The rope is soft against her skin, but the restraint is absolute. She tests the bonds once, then settles into the position.
"Perfect." I move in front of her, tilting her chin up with my finger. "Now, let's discuss your grade for today's performance."
Her breathing quickens. "My grade?"
"Mmm. You answered one question correctly in class. But you also spent the entire lecture undressing me with your eyes." I trace my finger down her throat to the hollow between her collarbones. "That shows a lack of focus that concerns me."
"How can I improve my grade?" Her voice is breathless, needy.
"By showing me you can follow instructions." I step back, drinking in the sight of her, naked, bound, and completely at my mercy. "Get on your knees."
She sinks down gracefully. With her hands restrained, the position makes her arch her back to maintain balance. The sight of her kneeling before me, looking up with those dark eyes, nearly breaks my control.
"Stay there. Don't move." I walk to the cabinet, retrieving a small vibrator.
Her breath catches when she sees what I'm holding. I circle her slowly, letting the anticipation build, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
"This is a test of your focus, Skye." I kneel behind her, my clothed body a stark contrast to her nakedness. "Something you seemed to lack in class today."
I trace the vibrator along her spine, not turning it on yet, just letting her feel the cool metal against her heated skin.
"What if I told you I could feel your eyes on me the entire lecture?" My lips brush her ear as I speak. "That every time you shifted in your seat, I knew exactly what you were thinking?"
She trembles. "I'd say you're right."
"And what were you thinking about?" I move the vibrator lower, tracing circles at the base of her spine.
"You. Always you." Her voice breaks slightly. "I was thinking about your mouth on me. About how you made me come so hard I couldn't think straight."
I press the vibrator against her lower back, still not turning it on. "Such filthy thoughts in my classroom. What else?"
"I kept imagining you bending me over that podium. Taking me right there while everyone watched." She's practically panting now.
"Exhibitionist fantasies now?" I lean closer, my chest against her back. "My brilliant student has such a filthy mind."
"I was so wet I could barely concentrate," she pants.
"Were you?" I slide the vibrator around to her hip, then down toward her thigh. "Show me."
I reach around with my free hand, sliding my fingers between her legs from behind. She's soaked, hot and slick against my touch. A groan escapes my throat at the evidence of her arousal.
"Fuck, Skye. You're dripping." I place a soft kiss on her lips. "Just for me," I murmur, circling her entrance but not pushing inside. "Is this what you wanted during class? My fingers inside you while you tried to take notes?"
She nods, a whimper escaping her lips as I withdraw my hand. "Please..."
"Please, what?" I turn on the vibrator, the low hum filling the room. "Use your words, Skye. That brilliant mind of yours should be able to articulate what you want."
"Please touch me," she gasps, trying to press back against me. "I need you inside me."
I bring the vibrator to her inner thigh and trace it up to her clit before sliding it inside of her. She gasps sharply as the vibrator slides inside her, her body arching against the intrusion. I hold it there, watching her face as pleasure washes over her features.
"Is this what you were thinking about during my lecture?" I twist the vibrator slowly, pushing it deeper. "Imagining me filling you up while you sat there pretending to take notes?"
"Yes," she moans, her hips moving instinctively. "No."
"No?" I ask, adding a slow thrust of the vibrator.
"I wanted you inside me, not this," she moans.
When I pull the vibrator away, she whimpers at the loss. Standing, I unbutton my shirt, watching her eyes track every movement. When I shrug it off, her gaze roams hungrily over my chest.
"Much better," I say, working on my belt. "But you're still going to have to earn it."
The leather slides free with a soft whisper, and I see her eyes dilate at the sound. I know what she's thinking. We've played with restraints before, but never like this. Never with the classroom dynamic bleeding into our scene.
"Stand up," I command, and she rises on unsteady legs.
I guide her to my desk, pressing her forward until her hips hit the edge. "Bend over."
She complies immediately. Her bound hands force her to rest her weight on her chest.
The position leaves her vulnerable, exposed, her ass raised in perfect submission. I run my hand over the curve of her backside, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.
"Perfect," I murmur, stepping back to admire the view. "Just like I've imagined all day."
I finish undressing, my clothes joining hers on the floor. The cool air of the room hits my skin, but I'm burning up inside.
"What's your safe word, Skye?" I ask, running my hands down her sides.
"Red," she breathes, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder.
"And if you need me to slow down but not stop?"
"Yellow."
"Good girl." I position myself behind her, letting her feel my hardness against her without pushing in. "Remember those. Because I'm not going to be gentle with you tonight."
I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. She's so wet I can feel her heat against me, and it takes every ounce of control not to slam into her immediately.
"Tell me again who you belong to," I growl, pushing just the tip inside her.
"You," she gasps, trying to push back against me. "I belong to you, Gage."
Her saying my name sends fire through my veins. I thrust forward, burying myself completely inside her in one smooth stroke. She cries out, her body stretching to accommodate me, and I have to pause to keep from losing control entirely.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I breathe, my hands gripping her bound wrists. "So tight. So perfect."
I move, setting a rhythm that's deliberate and deep. Each thrust pushes her forward against the desk.
The desk creaks beneath us with each movement, and I can feel her getting wetter with every stroke. Her breathing has turned to soft moans that echo off the classroom walls.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask, punctuating each word with a thrust. "To be fucked over your professor's desk like the dirty girl you are?"
"Yes," she pants, her voice muffled against the wooden surface. "God, yes."
I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. "Everyone in class today could see how much you wanted this. The way you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs. The way you bit your lip when you looked at me."
She whimpers, pushing back against me. The angle drives me even deeper, and I feel her walls flutter around me.
"You're going to come for me," I tell her, reaching around to circle her clit with my fingers. "Right here on this desk. And every time you sit in my class, you're going to remember how I made you fall apart."
Her body tenses beneath me as I work her clit in tight circles, my cock driving into her at a relentless pace. The combination of sensations has her trembling, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
"Come for me, Skye. Show me how good you can be."
Her orgasm hits her like a lightning strike, her body convulsing around me as she screams my name. The sound echoes off the classroom walls, raw and desperate. Her muscles clamp down on me so tight I see stars, and I have to grip the edge of the desk to keep from following her over immediately.
"That's it, baby," I growl, working her through the waves. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
She's still shaking when another smaller orgasm crashes into her, and this one pulls me over the edge.
I bury myself deep inside her as my release tears through me, my vision going white at the edges.
Her name falls from my lips like a prayer as I empty myself into her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.
For a moment, we're both still, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I can feel her pulse racing where my chest presses against her back. Slowly, carefully, I pull out of her and immediately reach to untie her wrists.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice rough as I massage her wrists where the rope left faint marks. "Too much?"
She turns in my arms, her face flushed and beautiful. "Perfect. That was perfect."
I cup her face in my hands, studying her features for any sign of regret or discomfort. What I find instead makes my chest tighten. She's looking at me like I'm something precious, something worth keeping. The vulnerability in her expression catches me off guard.
"Come here," I murmur, pulling her against my chest. She melts into me, her head finding the hollow of my shoulder. I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing as we hold each other.
"I should get you cleaned up," I say after a few minutes. "Let's get dressed and head up to my room."
She nods against my chest, and I reluctantly release her to gather our scattered clothes.
"Here." I hand her the tank top, watching as she pulls it over her head. The simple act of her getting dressed feels oddly intimate after what we just shared.
We dress in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other. When she reaches for her cardigan, I catch her wrist gently.
"Leave it off," I say, running my thumb over the pulse point and my mark there. "I like seeing you like this."
She gives me a soft smile that makes my chest ache. "Possessive much?"
"When it comes to you? Absolutely."
We go to my room and strip down again, but this time it's different. Slower. More deliberate.
In just a few short days, she'll sit in my classroom again. I'll lecture about literary theory while remembering how she tastes, how she sounds when she comes apart beneath me.
Only this time, I don't know if I'm going to be able to hide how much I want her.