My eyes practically roll back in response to his raw dominance. I’ve never experienced release like this. My mind blanks. All that exists is his control and my desperate need for an orgasm.
“SayI’ll behave, Professor,” he mocks.
Heat floods my entire body as I comply, my promise completely muffled by my own underwear.
Satisfied, he withdraws his hand from my mouth. I expect him to finally claim my lips, but instead, his hands grip my hips. I squeak in surprise when he flips me onto my back; the tie that binds me to the desk twists to allow the shift in position.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to stay quiet for me,” he taunts. “We’ve barely started.”
He looms over me, hands splayed on my thighs.
I stop breathing when he drops to his knees.
His gaze is fixed on my most intimate area like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
An embarrassed whine slips past the gag when he parts my labia with his thumbs so he can inspect me more thoroughly.
I can’t look away. His sculpted face is drawn into harsh lines, and the glimmer over his dark eyes is pure possessiveness.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I glow at the rough praise. A shudder convulses my body, and his fingers flex into my thighs to hold me open for him.
His finger traces the seam of my pussy, dipping inside me just enough to make me squirm.
“Tell me you want this.” His eyes are intent on mine, as though my answer is the only thing in the world that matters to him. “Tell me you want me to stretch your tight little cunt with my fingers.”
I don’t even think of resisting. I mumble my respectful consent around the lace that fills my mouth. I squirm a little to convey just how badly I want him to fill me up.
“I want my kiss,” he rasps.
His head lowers towards my aching pussy, and I rock my hips up to meet him.
Just as his soft lips brush my needy clit, he slides one thick finger all the way into my tight channel.
I cry out, and he shushes me, blowing a stream of cool air over my heated flesh.
“Stay very quiet,” he whispers against my pulsing bud.
The smallest whine teases at the back of my throat.
“Fuck, I need to take you somewhere where you can whimper and moan my name,” he growls. “For now, you’re being a very good girl for me.”
In reward, he finds the sensitive spot inside me and crooks his finger against it. At the same time, his tongue circles my clit.
I come apart, barely containing my sharp cry. I trap the ecstasy in my chest, but bottling up the pleasure only makes it more intense.
I’m completely in his power, my silence compelled by his will. His eyes are locked on mine as I writhe on his desk in tormented bliss.
He continues to rub my g-spot with ruthless pressure, and I hit another peak.
Sweat beads on my brow, and my teeth clench around my panties.
“You’re so beautiful when you suffer for me,” Rand murmurs in between soft kisses on my sensitized clit.
He’s merciless, wringing pleasure from my helpless, bound body.
I’m babbling softly through the gag, desperate pleas for him to relent. And for him to never stop.
