Chapter 4
FOUR
‘Promise me you’ll still fuck me like that when you’re grey and old, Professor.’
Maya Bakova glided confidently across the room to pull up the sash window of the tatty Victorian flat she was renting, her lover’s eyes following every single agile movement of her taut, naked body. A tattoo of a blue dragon wound its way down the left side of her smooth, supple back.
‘You know I never promise, apologise or explain, little bird.’ The professor’s voice was low and throaty.
Maya shimmied back under the crisp white covers. Two purple satin scarves now hung limply from the ornate white French-style bedframe.
The professor raised himself up onto his elbow and looked down at her. ‘But bloody hell, you are so goddamn sexy and I’m so ready to ruin you again.’ Maya put her hand down to his erect penis. He groaned in pleasure, then jumped up in his full glory. ‘Bollocks. I’ve got a lecture this afternoon and I need to prepare.’
‘Spoilsport. You have to promise to whip me within an inch of my life next time now.’
‘You’re an insatiable little minx, that’s what you are. Now, are your housemates out?’
‘Yes, yes, of course, it’s lunchtime – they are all at work. I’m the only one lucky enough to work shifts and get lunchtime callers.’
‘Callers? Not sure if I like the plural of that.’
‘Just a slip of the Czech tongue.’ She winked. ‘Now go and impart all that knowledge of yours to your lucky students, before I suck it out of you again.’