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“Are you suggesting I should go easy on you and give you four?” he asks.

“No, Professor. I was thinking six would be a fitting punishment.”

He chuckles, but the sound lacks all humor. “I’d never thought you a teacher’s pet, Calista. But I’m glad to make you mine if you so desire.”

My response doesn’t come quick enough, my automatic agreement dying on the tip of my tongue as he swats my ass, the sting of pain causing me to fall forward, burying my face in the sheets.

“Count with me, Calista. Or I might lose track.”

“One,” I murmur, easing my thighs together for some reprieve from the ache starting to build between them again.

He leans over me, his body swallowing mine as he grips my throat from behind with one hand, delivering four more slaps to my right cheek, tightening his grip and making it more difficult to count along with every smack.

“Last one, my ruin. And then we can carry on with our fun.”

“I hadn’t,” I fight past the lightheadedness and the tightness in my throat, gritting out, “realized we’d stopped having f-fun.” I finally manage to finish the sentence and he rewards me by pressing his chest more firmly to my back, kneading the aching skin in his palm before sliding his thumb between my ass cheeks, pressing on the puckered hole.

“You were made for me,” he growls out, biting on the sensitive flesh at the crook of my neck. It’s sure to leave a mark and I have no objections to the claim at the moment. “But I have far better plans for how I can ruin you, just as you’ve ruined me.” He tightens his grip to the point that I see blackness dipping into my vision, my muscles coiling tightly as he squeezes my ass cheek. “Last one.”

His palm is gone for a split second before I feel it again, goosebumps lining my skin where the pain erupts with the loud thwack. He releases my throat. I slump forward, unable to continue hovering in place without his forearm to force me up.

Alastair crawls into the center of the bed, getting himself comfortable against the pillows. Patting his chest, he smirks and says, “Climb up.” I move to straddle him but he shakes his head. “Sit your pretty ass on my face and put that smart mouth of yours to work.”

Goddess, I love it when he’s bossy. He’s the only man I’d ever allow myself to let go and give up all control to.

I swing my leg over his chest, his fingers digging into my thighs as he grips me and drags me backward until my pussy is poised over his mouth. A shiver races through me when his warm breath ghosts across my seam, followed by the teasing flick of his tongue as he parts my lower lips. Then he thrusts it inside me, and I pitch forward with a gasp, nearly impaling myself on his rigid cock.

I catch myself with my palms bracketing his hips, my mouth already watering as I stare down at him, the shiny silver balls of his piercing glinting in the firelight, coated in a drop of his precum. Rather than swallow, I let the saliva gathered on my tongue spill slowly over the head of his cock, earning a deep groan from beneath me.

“If you’re not choking on my cock in the next five seconds, I’m going to edge you till the sun goes down,” he grumbles.

“Is that a threat?” I goad him, and he slaps my pussy this time.

“You know damn well it’s not a threat.” He buries his face in my pussy, lavishing me for a few blissful seconds before sliding his tongue up to swirl around my tight hole. “It’s a promise.”

He begins his countdown, and I waste no time, hungrily taking him into my mouth as I rock my ass back against his face, chasing the same high I’m determined to give him. By the time my lips are swollen and spit slicks my face and his cock, he’s impossibly hard, and I’m so fucking close that I know I won’t survive much more of this. Before either of us can tip over the edge, he grips my hips and shifts me around, repositioning me until I’m facing him, hovering just above his body.

“Please let me come,” I whine, not at all above begging.

He smirks. His gaze roams over me like that of a predator, cataloguing my messy waves, flushed skin and dripping cunt.

“I’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as you,” he says in whispered reverence that makes my pussy clench with need. “You’re the first thing I want to see when I open my eyes and the last when I close them each day. And yet, you still manage to shock me with your beauty. You look more stunning every day.”

My blood comes alive with his praise, humming through me as if in answer to his siren’s song.

“You don’t need to resort to flattery to get me to ride your cock, Professor.” I know he’d be speaking these words whether I were naked or clothed in Christmas pajamas and my hair in curlers, but I’d do anything to return to our suffocating banter.

He rolls his eyes, but the gesture is gentle, free of any trace of annoyance with my obvious attempts at wrangling his emotions in. Giving in to my needs he says, “Then why don’t you take it for a ride?” He nods his chin toward his dick, and my ovaries practically give each other a high five in response to the suggestion.

I hover above him, gripping his length before notching the swollen tip at my entrance. My moans are met with his whimpers as I sink down onto him, stretching around his hard length until he’s bottoming out inside me with my walls clenching around him.

He grips my hips, helping me bounce myself up and down, the pleasure almost too much as it builds beyond anything else he’s given me today. He murmurs words of praise, fingers digging into my sides as he forces me to follow his lead, remaining in control, even from beneath me.

I roll my hips, desperate for the pressure on my clit that I know will drive me over the edge the moment he allows it, but once again, he changes our position, rolling me onto my back with ease before sliding out of me.

Releasing a choked sob of frustration, I ball my fists at my sides, clutching his black silk sheets in my grasp till they’re close to tearing.

“Something wrong?” he asks, feigning ignorance and I’m tempted to smack the smirk off his handsome face, but the damn masochist would enjoy it far too much.