“Everything okay, Dean?” Josh walks in and frowns, looking at me, then over at Jordan’s retreating back.
“I know, he’s a tool. Dean Patrick called while you were talking to—” I hold up my hand.
“Handle everything. I don’t want to be disturbed.” I walk past his surprised face and head downstairs, pausing to shoot off a text.
ME: My office NOW
I don’t wait for her response before I pocket my phone. She’ll come because I own her cunt. She can fight it, pretend she doesn’t want it, even fuck other men, but at the end of today, there will be no confusion. My dick is so hard I have to adjust myself before I unlock my office, ignoring all the greetings from students as I walk in and wait, like a snake curling up and readying for its prey. I need to calm my mind. She should not matter, and had I not left town, maybe we could have run our course, and I wouldn’t be ready to put my fist through a wall.
Fuck, get your shit together. My hands curl around the sides of my wooden desk as I fight this primal caveman feeling.
My eyes narrow and I straighten, looking at my phone vibrating on my desk.
She’s here.
Adrenaline spikes through me. I’m not in control, not at all. She taps on the door. I should tell her to go away.
“Hello?” She pokes her head in, and her eyes find mine.
Time, space, all of it stops as we stare at each other.
This is wrong. She’s my student. I despise this pull, this force that seems to be connecting us. She must feel it also, or she sees the violence in my eyes, because for a split second I can see it in her eyes that she wants to run. She should. Nothing good can come of this. Instead, she straightens her shoulders and enters, shutting the door to lean against it.
“Lock it,” I snap, barely holding my anger in check. It might be irrational, but I don’t care. My eyes travel up and down her form. She’s in a cute black dress and white Converse high-tops.
“Now.” My voice holds no room for negotiation.
She licks her puffy lips and pushes off the wall to lock the door.
“We’re all normal,” she snips, putting her hands on her hips.
I walk toward her. “Are we?” I murmur, lifting her chin. Jesus Christ, she’s truly stunning. Her cheeks are flushed with a healthy glow, green eyes sparkling, and for a second, I look at her as my hands tighten on her chin.
“Did you let Jordan touch you?”
Her eyes widen. “No…” Her voice is soft, as if she’s guilty, but not completely, since her eyes are still locked on mine.
“No.” She tries to back up, but I tighten my hold, bringing her face close as I smell her delicious scent.
“Careful, beautiful, I’m this—”
“Let go of me, Dean Powers. I wouldn’t want it to slip to my sister that her perfect boyfriend wasn’t so per—”
That’s it. I spin her around, and a small gasp is all I hear as I shove her chest down on my desk, toss her dress up, and slap her ass hard.
“Are you insane? You can’t do that here—” I stop her and spank the other cheek. The satisfying warmth and sting make me hiss.
“I can do anything with you, and you want to know why?” My other hand holds her neck as she wiggles.
“I fucking own this wet cunt, and you know it. Now again, did you let him touch you?” I’m beyond caring what the answer is. Unzipping my jeans, I kick her legs open, pulling her panties to the side as I look at her red ass and glistening pink pussy.
“Maybe I did. What do you care, Dean Powers?” She hisses as she tries to push herself up.
“Fuck,” I rasp, pushing her back down. Tightening my one hand on the back of her neck, I swat her ass again, then massage it as I slide two fingers into her wet core.
“That’s it, Alex. Look at what a little slut you are. Do I need to spank this ass sore?”
She gasps, but her pussy gets wetter.
“No,” she says between breaths.
I remove my fingers and line my cock up. “No, he didn’t touch you? Or no, don’t stop spanking this ass?” I growl, leaning over her and slamming my hard cock deep into her slick, wet pussy. “Jesus Christ.” Closing my eyes, I don’t move. As I struggle to breathe, the pleasure is so intense I’m ready to come.
Alex moans loudly as her hands reach out to brace herself on the side of my desk.
Pulling out, I thrust inside her again. “Hold on.” I grab her hips to keep her still. “Tight. Fuck, you’re tight.” I thrust in and out deeply, slowly, almost torturously.
Her pussy squeezes my shaft as I pick up speed, her breathing labored, her body sliding forward with each hard thrust.
“This is my cunt. No one but me gets it,” I say as our bodies slap together. “Unless I say so, you understand?” My stomach muscles tighten as I dominate her with my cock.
“I’m going to...” she whimpers as I lean forward and impale her deeper, pounding into her.
“Understand?” I hiss in her ear, her tight pussy latching on as it starts to pulse.
“Yes…I understand,” she screams.
My lips spread into a grin. “Good girl. Now.” I pull out, then slam back in her slick, tight core.
“Come.” She moans loudly again. Her eyes close and flutter. Her cunt contracts on my cock, her lips part as she gasps, and all I can do is ride the high because nothing has ever felt this good. She’s so unbelievably tight, the way her pussy grabs my cock, squeezing it as she spirals over.
“That’s it, Baby Girl.” Letting go myself, I make one last thrust and erupt, my cock jerking as I empty my seed deep inside her.
“Christ.” I lean my forehead on the back of her head as we both try to catch our breaths. The fuck is happening with me? I take a breath and slowly straighten, grabbing her hips for one last rough thrust, causing her eyes to open as I pull out.
She stays spread out on my as if she’s too spent to move. Jerking my jeans up, I almost spank that red ass again, but I was already hard on her. Anything more can wait until we get to my place.
“Let’s go, Alex.” I walk around to the front of my desk.
She slowly rises, “Where are we going?” She blinks as if her brain is trying to process what just happened, and that tug, pull, whatever it is makes my heart race.
“You’re coming back to my place.” I open my side drawer and bring out my bag, then shove my laptop into it.
“Wait.You spanked me again.” She grabs the desk for support as if her legs can’t hold her.
“I did.” Slamming the drawer shut, I move to her. She blinks at me like she’s shocked I admitted that.
“But… I mean, you…” She runs her hands through her hair, then straightens her panties, groaning while she tries to fix herself.
“I’m not going to your house. You can’t possibly think I would. I haven’t heard from you in weeks,” she snaps, her eyes going from me to the door as she shakes her head. “What did I just do?”
“You came on my cock, loudly. I hope Jordan doesn’t mind.” I reach for her arm. The mere thought of that arrogant shit makes me grit my teeth.
“Wait.” She jerks her arm away. “We can’t walk out together… I mean, I need to think for a second.”