Chapter 40 #2
At Micah’s house, I entered through the garage and took off my outer layers, then went straight upstairs to his bedroom.
The comforter was turned down on one corner, a water bottle filled with ice water on the nightstand, and the blinds already shut.
A tiny, happy squeal burst out of my mouth, and I covered my face with my sleeves for a second to calm myself down.
I was already wearing a comfy crewneck and yoga pants, so I climbed into bed and snuggled myself under the covers, taking a nice drink of ice water before laying my head on the pillow.
For a few minutes, I scrolled on social media, then I allowed my eyes to slip shut, my brain carrying me off to dreamland.
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When my eyes cracked open for the second time today, Micah was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently brushing my hair out of my face. He was still wearing his dress shirt and slacks, but he looked softer in the dimness of his bedroom.
“How was your nap?” he asked. “I made you pasta.” He set a bowl down on the nightstand and I pushed up on my elbow to look at it. It was farfalle, the butterfly shape pasta. My favorite. He’d put butter and parmesan cheese on it, which made me happy. Usually, I only had salt on my own.
“You didn’t have to make me food. I’m not sick. But thank you.” I gratefully took the bowl off the nightstand and started to quickly eat my lunch, as if suddenly realizing my immense hunger. How long had I slept?
“Yeah, well I needed something to do. I didn’t want to wake you up right when I got home. I was able to skip my other meeting,” he explained. “And you’re going to need your strength for what I’ve got planned for you.”
“What do you have planned?”
“Some bullshit.” He was grinning a bit, showing off his perfect teeth. The sharp canines I wanted him to bite me with.
“Birthday bullshit,” I surmised, still eating my pasta. “You said Mason would be here today,” I reminded him, nervous he’d be irritated about it, but still needing to have confirmation he would keep his word.
“He’s going to be here later. You just have to be patient, yeah?”
“Okay.” I set my empty bowl back on the nightstand, then took a large drink of my ice-cold water.
After I finished my lunch and sufficiently hydrated myself, Micah took my hand and towed me out of the bedroom, then down the stairs toward a new-to-me room on the first floor.
Micah’s home office. It was on the opposite side of the house from the living room and kitchen, down a hallway past the laundry room, and I’d never really explored beyond what I needed to.
“I have actually never been in this room,” I said as he led me through the glass-paneled doors into his office.
“I very rarely go in here myself, so that doesn’t surprise me at all. I usually just work in the kitchen or on the couch if I’m home. Most often I’m on campus.” He pressed his hand to the small of my back as he guided me towards the solid wood desk in the middle of the room.
“Why are we going here now?”
“I’m going to grade your final exam.”
“In front of me? Please don’t.” My pulse kicked up faster, my palms already sweating. I tried digging in my heels to stop him from dragging me any further.
“You’re going to enjoy it, Masters. Promise.”
“What if I get stuff wrong? I’m going to be embarrassed.”
“While I’d never hope for you to fail, I would still be satisfied if you got a few points off. I have a plan.”
“Okay…” I allowed him to bring me all the way behind the desk, then sat on his lap on the chair, facing the desk. There was a packet lying facedown on the desk, and I could tell each sheet of paper had been carefully folded at the staple. “Is this actually my final exam?”
He pinched the corner and bent it back enough to show the birthday cake sticker on it.
So, yes. Actually my final exam.
“Is this going against some code of conduct?”
“Me fucking you at all is going against several codes of conduct, baby girl,” he reminded me, his hands molding to my hips, fingers pressing down on my thighs. I hummed, my body softening for him.
“I suppose you’re right.”
“How’s your birthday so far?” he asked as I scooted back on his lap, putting my ass flush with his hardening dick. I leaned into him, resting the back of my head on his collarbone.
“I don’t like talking about my birthday. But it’s fine.”
“Twenty two years old,” he murmured, kissing right below my ear. “You are literally a fucking infant. I don’t know how to feel about it.”
“You’re not into a seventy-five year age gap?”
“Not really. I’m into you, though.” He adjusted his hips, grinding his obvious erection against me. I lifted myself and shifted my position to straddle him the other way, facing him.
“Well, human years are different than angel years.”
“Yeah? You think you’re old enough to be fucking your professor?”
“Pretty sure you’re not my professor anymore.”
He inclined his head, bringing his mouth to mine, expertly working my lips open with his own. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing and massaging me. I sighed against his mouth.
“Until I submit your grade for this—” he reached behind me to grab my exam off his desk, then pressed it to my chest “—I’m still your professor.”
“Is it sick if I don’t want it to end?”
“I don’t want it to end, either.”
“Yeah, but my reasons are more perverted than yours.”
“Oh?” His tone was amused. “You get off on this now. I remember when you used to be so shy about it.” He kissed my jaw, moving towards my throat.
“I was also just shy around you in general.”
“And you’re not shy around me anymore?” he asked, looking me in the eye.
“Nope,” I lied, then shook my head, suppressing a smile.
“Let’s remedy that.”
Before I had a chance to react, Micah had shoved me off his lap and stood up, grabbing the hem of my crewneck and yanking it over my head.
My stomach flipped. He had my yoga pants and underwear off in the next second, and then I was being pushed backwards to lay on his desk, my legs pinned wide open.
Small trembles ran along my whole body, naked on his desk.
I tried to close my thighs, but the effort was futile. The hunger in Micah’s gaze was so palpable that my heart was fluttering wildly.
“Are you done lying to me?” he questioned, eyes dragging all over my body, lighting a fire inside of me every place he looked. The lacquered wood of his desk felt cool against the bare skin of my shoulders, my ass, my thighs, but his stare was an inferno burning me up everywhere else.
I nodded, heat flushing my cheeks.
“Good girl,” he murmured, still staring at my bare body with a reverence that made my breathing shallow. His pupils were large and dark. “Are you ready to grade your exam now?”
“I’ll try,” I whispered, a shiver trickling through my shoulders, goosebumps racing over my exposed skin.
Micah sat back in his chair, then put me on his lap facing the desk.
The butterflies in my stomach were vicious as he flipped over my exam, then wiggled the computer mouse, his angled monitor lighting up.
There was a PDF displayed on the screen—an answer key.
Micah reached to the side and slid a red pen in my direction, his fingers brushing mine when I took it from him.
“Checkmark if you got it right and circle the number if you got it wrong.”
I took a steadying breath, tucking my hair behind my ears. I didn’t think I’d failed the exam, but I was still nervous about grading the entire thing with Micah right behind me.
I made my way down the first page, sketching checkmarks along the left side of the page, my eyes flicking between my paper and the answer key. Micah was doing nothing to help my focus, though.
His hands wandered over my hips, dipping between my thighs, fingertips skimming my skin.
And then I felt his hands retreat, going to his belt.
My pussy clenched on instinct, delirious need turning me stupid.
The clink of metal and the expensive slide of leather, then the belt was placed on his desk next to my exam.
My eyes flicked over to it, dark fantasies winding their way through my thoughts.
Micah unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then he was there, nudging the head of his cock inside of me without another word.
I angled my hips, pushing back against him to take a few more inches of his length, relishing the warmth pooling low in my belly.
He thrust his hips upward, burying the rest of his cock inside of me, my fingers gripping the pen tighter.
I almost didn’t want to even try grading any more of the exam. I just wanted to fuck him.
“Keep going,” he instructed. “Just the multiple choice.”
He grabbed my hips to tilt them, making me grind on his cock, muddying all my thoughts. I could hardly follow my own work on the paper, and my voice was even more disjointed than my thoughts.
“Did you get any wrong so far?”
“Maybe?”
Micah’s hand came down hard on my ass, making me cry out and clench around him at the same time.
He pulled me back, putting my shoulders against his chest and turning my head so he could kiss me while he cupped my tits. I moaned, breathless, feeling his heart pounding strong and steady against my spine.
“You’re not focused,” he said, voice low. “You need to focus.”
“Micah—”
“That’s completely inappropriate. Don’t call me by my first name,” he said as he toyed with my nipples. My entire body was buzzing.
“Dr. Killshaw,” I corrected. “I’m…sorry. I’m having a hard time paying attention. I’m distracted.”
He wound my hair around his fist, roughly pulling my head to the side, and I gasped at the pain stinging on my scalp. He kept rolling his hips, coaxing me to take him deeper, until he was fucking me in truth, the exam completely lost to the background.
My hands were gripping the edge of the desk for dear life, my hair falling in my face. I kept angling my hips, trying to grind down on him.
“Did you get any wrong?” he asked again.
“I don’t know,” I moaned. “Maybe one.”
Micah stood up and bent me over the desk, his hands massaging my ass, my skin already warm from where he’d spanked me once.