Chapter 35 Rumors and Shadows #2
Every word he spoke was clipped, his usual velvet voice frayed at the edges.
His hand guided me up and down his length, fucking my mouth in slow, deliberate movements that made the heat between my thighs almost unbearable.
His shadows teased me toward an edge I couldn’t reach, while my tongue glided across him in ways that had him struggling to remain still above me.
“So like, should I focus on the warrior aspects specifically, or look at his broader characteristics?” Steve asked. “Because there’s the loyalty angle too, right? And the physical strength descriptions in the sagas might be relevant to understanding his actual nature…”
“Yes… Good,” Kian ground out, his thighs tensing. The shadows between my legs pressed harder, circling my clit in tight, relentless patterns. “The sagas would be… relevant.”
I pulled back just enough to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and his hand tightened in my hair, forcing me back down, deeper this time. His breathing was ragged now, his legs trembling.
The shadows were everywhere, wrapping around my thighs, sliding against my entrance, teasing but never quite giving me what I needed. I was aching, struggling to keep my mouth steady on him while my body screamed for more.
I hollowed my cheeks and took him as deep as I could, my throat relaxing around him. His hips jerked slightly, and I heard him bite back a sound that could have ended his whole career.
“Submit your outline by—” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “By next week.”
“Cool, cool,” Steve said. “Thanks, Professor Ward.” Then: “You sure you’re okay? You look kinda… I dunno, flushed?”
I doubled my efforts, one hand wrapping around the base of his shaft while my mouth worked him faster. His hand guided me with increasing urgency, no longer gentle or careful.
“I’m fine, Mr. Whitman,” Kian managed. “Just… need some water.”
“Want me to grab you some? There’s a fountain right outside—”
His shadows stroked along my entrance, others moving to tease my breasts through my shirt, and I couldn’t hold back the low, quiet groan that vibrated through his cock. Thankfully, the sound was drowned out by Kian’s voice.
“No.” Too sharp. Then, softer: “No, thank you. I have some here.”
“Okay, well… feel better, Professor.”
The shadows surged between my legs, pressing hard against my clit, and Kian’s hand forced my head down hard, his length sliding deep into my throat. His whole body went rigid as he came in my throat.
“Have a good day, Mr. Whitman,” Kian finished, the words barely coherent. The door clicked shut.
Silence dropped like a stone.
The shadows between my legs vanished, leaving me aching. I pulled back, releasing him from my mouth, gasping for air. When I looked up, Kian was staring down at me with an expression that was equal parts fury and dark promise. His chest heaved, shadows writhing around us.
“You menace,” he rasped, his voice holding a dangerous edge. “You absolute menace.”
I grinned up at him, breathless and triumphant. “Did I win?”
A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “Oh, Persephone. You have no idea what you’ve just started.”
His hand tightened in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me inhale sharply. “Get up.”
I obeyed, crawling out from under the desk on shaking legs. He stood, tucking himself back into his pants, his eyes never leaving mine. The shadows around him were darker than I’d ever seen them.
“We’re leaving,” he said, his voice low. “Now.”
Before I could respond, shadows surged around us. The world lurched sideways, my stomach dropping as darkness consumed everything. The sensation of falling, of being pulled through something cold and vast—
And then we were in his flat, the world snapping back into focus with jarring suddenness. I stumbled, but Kian’s hand shot out to steady me. Then he was moving, backing me up until my legs hit the couch.
“Sit,” he commanded.
I did, the authority in his voice making me quiver. My heart raced as he stood over me, shadows rolling off his shoulders like smoke. The air felt electrified with the promise of what was coming.
He studied me, his expression unreadable. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”
“Made you lose control?” I offered sweetly.
“You made me come in my office,” he growled, “while I was talking to a student. You pushed me until I could barely speak. I was seconds from breaking in front of a witness.”
Heat flooded through me at the memory. “Yes.”
His eyes flashed. “And you enjoyed every second of it.”
Some part of me knew I was asking for trouble, but I looked up into his eyes anyway and gave him an unrepentant grin.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then you’ll enjoy this too.” He sat down on the couch and patted his thigh. “Over my knee. Now.”
My breath caught. The command in his voice sent liquid heat straight to my core. “Kian—”
“Now, Melanie.”
The use of my name made my stomach flip. I positioned myself across his lap on trembling legs, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. His hand came to rest on the small of my back, holding me in place, and completely at his mercy.
“You wanted to make me lose control,” he said, his other hand sliding up the back of my thigh with agonizing slowness. “Now I’m going to show you what happens when you push a god too far.”
His hand hooked into the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down along with my underwear in one swift, brutal motion. Cool air hit my bare skin, and I gasped. His hand pressed down harder on my back.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “Count to ten. If you lose count, we start over. Understood?”
“Yes,” I managed, my voice already shaking.
“Good girl.”
Before I could brace myself, his palm cracked across my ass with enough force to steal my breath. The sharp sting bloomed into searing heat, spreading through me like wildfire. I cried out, my fingers clutching at the couch cushions.
“O-one,” I stuttered.
Another strike landed on the other side, harder this time, the sound echoing through the room. The pain was immediate and intense, but underneath it was a dark, twisting pleasure that made my core clench.
“Two—”
He didn’t give me time to recover, building a rhythm that had me squirming in his lap.
Each strike was calculated, precise, landing in different spots, so the burn spread across my entire ass.
The pain blurred into something dangerously close to rapture, arousal pooling between my thighs with every crack of his palm against my skin.
“Three, four, five—”
His shadows joined in, snaking up my legs with cool caresses.
“Six, seven—” My voice broke, tears pricking at my eyes.
Another strike, harder than the others, made me shout. My ass was on fire, every nerve ending screaming, and I was so wet I could feel it on my thighs.
“Eight—”
The shadows held firm against my thighs, a constant pressure that only added to my torment. His palm struck again, the sound deafening in the quiet room, and I sobbed.
“Nine—” I quivered with desperate need. The final strike landed, and I sobbed with relief and frustration all at once.
“Ten,” I whimpered.
His hand smoothed across my burning skin, and I shuddered at the contact. Every inch of my ass felt raw, hypersensitive, the heat radiating through my entire body.
“You took that so well,” he praised, his voice dark velvet. “You okay?”
I gave a shaky nod, squirming in his lap as his fingers trailed lower, ghosting along my inner thigh. I whined, my hips shifting. “Please—”
“Please, what?” His fingers traced higher, maddeningly slow, barely brushing against me.
“Please touch me,” I begged, squirming in his lap.
His fingers finally slid through my wetness, and I moaned, my body trembling. I could practically hear his smirk. “Gods, you’re soaked. Did you like being punished, Tealeaf?”
“Yes,” I gasped as his fingers lightly circled my clit, the touch too light, too teasing.
“Tell me more.”
“I liked being punished,” I managed, my hips trying to rock against his hand, seeking more pressure. “I liked being spanked. I liked—please—”
I cut off with a sharp cry as he shoved two fingers inside me without warning.
The sudden fullness made my back arch, my inner walls clenching around him.
His shadows tightened around my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open as he began to move, his fingers curling to hit that spot deep inside that made my mind go blank.
“That’s better,” he murmured, his other hand squeezing my stinging flesh, sending fresh sparks of pain-pleasure through me. “You’re going to come like this, over my knee, with my fingers inside you. And you’re going to thank me for it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
His shadows found my clit as his fingers thrust faster, harder. I was already so close, wound so tight from the spanking and the teasing that I could barely breathe. The contrast of sensations was overwhelming.
“Look at you,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “So desperate and needy, falling apart in my lap.”
My body hummed as he propelled me higher and higher, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
“Do you want to come?” He asked. I whined in response, pressing myself back against his hand. His shadows pressed firm against my clit. “Let go for me.”
I shattered, crying out his name as ecstasy crashed through me in waves. My inner walls clenched around his fingers, my body convulsing with the force of it. His fingers didn’t stop, working me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I was pleading incoherently, tears streaming down my face.
Finally, he gentled his touch, his fingers slipping free as his shadows released their hold. I lay trembling across his lap, boneless and spent, my core still pulsing with aftershocks.
I shakily peered back at him from over my shoulder. His eyes were dark, his control hanging by a thread.
“What do you say?” he breathed, moving his fingers to his lips, sucking my release from his digits. I shuddered at the sight, fresh heat pooling low in my belly.
“T-thank you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.