I’m convinced I’ve somehow fallen into an alternate dimension.
Ash steps between my legs and presses his crown to my entrance. I arch toward him, and he lifts one of my legs, urging me to wrap them around him. He presses in just enough to be sure he’s lined up.
“During sex, however,” he says as he braces one hand next to my chest and tugs on the belt with the other, “I’ve learned you like to be dominated.”
Ash shoves into me to the hilt in one hard thrust. The cry that erupts up my throat is mercifully stifled as his hand on the desk moves to clamp down on my mouth just in time. Then he’s over me, driving into me hard and fast, and all I can do is grip his steely biceps and hold on tight.
“You like being used,” he says close to my ear. “You like being fucked. It turns you on when I throw you down and take charge of your body.”
Images of our first night together flash through my mind, and my eyes roll back in my head. True to his word, Ash didn’t push me too hard that night, but he was dominant, even aggressive at times, and he hadn’t been shy about giving me orders.
I’d loved every second of it.
I can’t say anything with his hand over my mouth, but I also can’t deny the truth of his words, even if I could speak. The upward curve of his cock hits just the right spot inside me in this position, and my vision goes fuzzy from both the pleasure and from his utter domination of me.
He grunts above me, and I feel the desk rock with each of his thrusts. I tighten my legs around his waist, and he groans. His hand is still on the belt around my neck, and he holds it like a leash, not pulling it, but just reminding me it’s there, reminding me he owns me, body and mind.
“Do you like the way I fuck you, baby?” he rasps near my ear, and the only answer I manage is a whimper of pleasure.
There’s a knock at the door, and both of us freeze.
“Gray? Are you there?” a voice calls.
It’s Melinda, my department head.
My brain races to decide if it’s better to call out and tell her I’m busy or to just stay silent. No, silence is best. There are few excuses you can give a department head for not opening the door to them.
Ash looks down at me in question, his hand still over my mouth, but I shake my head. He grins and starts moving again, taking long, slow strokes. My eyes widen at his audacity, but he only lets out a low, unrepentant groan and begins to fuck me faster.
Melinda hasn’t said anything else, but I’m not sure she’s gone. I’m convinced she’s listening at the door, and if so, she must hear my heart hammering in my chest, because I’m sure it’s audible across campus.
Ash takes his hands off my mouth and the belt just long enough to pull my legs up so my ankles rest on his bare shoulders, then he covers my mouth and grabs the belt again. He presses me forward so I’m nearly sandwiched in half, trapped beneath his body. I whimper against his hand as the new position hits a spot inside me that’s even more sensitive than the last.
“Have I earned my A yet?” he whispers in a sultry voice.
I shake my head.
He chuckles softly. “You’re a tough grader, teach,” he says. “I’ll have to put that in my review for you on ratemyprofessors.com.”
I let out a sound of protest, and he chuckles again.
“You want to know the last thing I’ve learned?” he asks, and I nod.
“I’ve learned my pretty little professor likes to be praised,” he says, “so be a good girl now and fucking come all over my cock.”
He drives in, then grunts as my pussy dutifully clamps around him. I close my eyes, but he stops when I do.
“Open your eyes, Gray,” he orders, giving the belt a quick jerk. “You keep your eyes on me when I fuck you. Do you understand?”
My eyes pop open as the belt tightens around my neck. He starts to move faster again, and I’m held captive by the intensity of his gaze as he pistons into me.
“That’s it, baby. That beautiful little cunt of yours takes my cock so well. One of these days I’m going to rip this condom off and fucking fill you up so I’m dripping out of you. I want to sit in the back of your class and watch you teach while my cum runs down your thighs as you talk about nonverbal communication and multimodal messaging.”
I nearly choke at that. It makes my eyes water, and tears trail down the side of my head. He’s been doing his homework on Communication.
Ash doesn’t stop moving, and I think I’ll die if he does now. I have one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and the other still digs into his bicep as he thrusts into me. I’m vaguely aware I should be getting ready for class, but I can’t worry about that now. I just need to come.
I cry out into Ash’s hand as my second orgasm explodes through me. He swears softly and lets go of both my mouth and the belt so he can brace his hands on the desk. He thrusts into me three more times before he comes as well, tensing above me as his face contorts in pleasure before his body relaxes.
