by Ellis O Day
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been working to earn extra money and I didn’t have time. If you give me a chance, I’ll do it again. Better this time.”
“That wouldn’t be fair to the other students, would it?” He glanced at her over the computer.
“No.”
“No, what?” He was starting to get into this. Mary was at his mercy but he had to lure her in. If she ran from here screaming, his days of being a professor were over.
“No, sir.” Her lip jutted out again.
“I may be able to help you with the grade, but you’ll have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”
“Oh, I won’t. I swear, sir.” Her eyes sparkled with hope.
He studied her until she squirmed and looked down at her hands which were folded primly in her lap.
“I don’t know.” His eyes roamed over her. “I don’t think you’re ready.”
“I am, Professor. I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll fix my paper. Write a new one. Anything.”
“I’m taking a big risk by helping you.” He tapped his fingers on the desk. “I could lose my job.” That was an understatement.
“I swear. I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“We’ll see. I’m going to test you.”
“But I haven’t studied.”
He laughed. “You don’t need to study for this kind of test.”
“Okay.” Her brows knitted in confusion.
“Come here.” He scooted his chair away from the desk.
She moved around to his side.
“Sit down.”
She glanced at her chair and started to walk over to it.
“No. Not on your chair.” He patted his thigh. “Here.”
Her face heated but there was fire in her eyes too. His gaze dropped to her bra and there was a slight puckering of her nipples through her white shirt.
“On your lap?”
“Yes, Mary. Unless you want to keep the D.”
“No, sir.” She turned and sat gingerly on his knees.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer so her back was flush with his chest, her long, thin thighs resting against his as her ass cradled his erection. She let out a small gasp but didn’t move. He scooted the chair closer to the desk.
“Now, I want you to work on your paper.”
“Here? Like this?” Her voice was a squeak.
He leaned forward until his lips brushed her ear. “Yes.”
She started reading and changing a bit of her essay as he breathed along her ear and neck.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” He rested his hand on the outside of her thigh, his thumb caressing lightly.
She shook her head, her hands stilling over the keyboard.
“Keep working on your paper.” His thumb skimmed under her skirt.
She started typing again, her fingers missing a few keys as she went.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend? That’s hard to believe. You’re a very beautiful girl.”
“My dad won’t let me date.” She flushed a bit more.
“Now, that’s a shame.” He put his other hand against her other leg and gently caressed with both thumbs as he whispered, “Have you ever been kissed, Mary?”
“Once, when I was twelve.” Her back was stiff but her hands were trembling and her breathing was ragged.
“Finish your paper, Mary.” He swatted her thigh and she jumped but started typing again. “You need to learn to focus. I’ll teach you that if you’d like.”
She didn’t answer.
“Would you like me to teach you? Give you tutoring sessions. Just you and me.” He let his lips caress her ear and she shivered.
“I…I don’t know.”
He pushed his chair back. “You can stand up now.”
She didn’t move. “Are…is my grade going to be better?”
“No. I’m sorry.” He put his hands on her waist and lifted her off his lap. “You didn’t pass the test. I can’t give you a better grade unless you can learn to focus.” He was really enjoying this game.
She faced him. “Please, Professor. I can learn. Please.”
His gazed raked down her body. “Show me your underwear.”
“What?” She took a step back.
“You have to trust me and do what I say for this to work.”
“Oh. I…”
“Either show me your underwear right now, or keep your D and leave. I don’t have time for games.” Except sex games. Those he had time for.
Her hands drifted to her skirt and raised it. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm his blood, slow his desire but when he saw the white cotton panties already damp he had to grab the arms of the chair so he didn’t grab her.
“Good girl. Now, get back on my lap.” He patted his thighs.
Her green eyes widened as they landed on his erection, but she dropped her skirt and sat down. He wrapped his arm around her waist and scooted the chair back to the desk.
“Keep working on your paper. Don’t stop, no matter what. If you do, you’ll be punished.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Understand?”
“Yes.’
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay. Now, where were we.” He tugged her closer so her ass once again cradled his erection. “Hmm. This isn’t comfortable for either of us.” He tugged the back of her skirt up so only her underwear and his pants separated his dick from the crease of her ass.
She stilled.
“Keep working.” He skimmed his lips up her neck to her ear. “When you were twelve and the boy kissed you, did he use his tongue?”
She shivered. Her nipples had to be little pebbles by now, aching for his touch, his mouth. His thumbs slowly pulled her skirt higher and his fingers now rested against the warm, smooth skin of her outer thigh.
“He…he tried but I wouldn’t open my mouth?”
“Why not?”
“It seemed gross.”
“It’s not. Not if it’s done correctly.” He shifted his hands so his fingers rested on the top of her legs. “Would you like me to show you?”
“I…I don’t know.” She turned her face toward him a little and it was all the invitation he needed.
Her lips were slightly parted and red as if she’d been nibbling on them. One of his hands came up and cupped the back of her neck as his lips met hers. She kept her mouth tightly sealed even when his tongue skimmed across her seam.
He kissed a trail to her ear. “Open for me, Mary.”
“I…I don’t...”
He used her words to gain access and he shifted her backward, leaning against his arm as his mouth found hers. At first, she was still and then she tentatively met his tongue, rubbing alongside it. He groaned and pulled her closer, the hand not tangled in her hair starting a slow path to her pussy. He had to touch her. She was wet and ready for him.
She grasped his wrist right before his fingers found her core and she broke the kiss. She struggled to get off his lap but he held her in place, not ready to give up his hard-earned ground just yet.
“Professor, please. I’m not like that. I’m a good girl. I’m a virgin.”
He dropped his hands at the slight panic in her voice. Sarah was really working this fantasy. It was arousing and annoying at the same time.
She stood, but didn’t move away. She lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He took her hands. “It’s okay.” He kissed her knuckles. “I went too fast. It was your first kiss.” He smiled, he was a little afraid it was more of a leer but she didn’t seem to mind. “What if I promise just to kiss you? That’s all. Nothing else.” He smiled again. “Well, there will be a little touching but nothing else.”
Her eyes dropped to his pants and her face heated. “That’d be okay with you?”
“Yes
. Not ideal, but okay.”
“And…and I’d get a better grade.”
If he were really this professor he’d feel like a heel. “Yes. If you do exactly what I say, you’ll get an A on this essay.”
“And we won’t….” Her eyes dropped to his pants again.
“You’ll keep your underwear on and you’ll still be a virgin when you leave this office.”
“Promise.”
“I promise.” He crossed his heart.
“I guess that’d be okay then.”
“Did you like what we did already?”
Her face turned scarlet.
“Tell me the truth, Mary.”
She stared at her hands in his. “Yes.” It was barely a whisper.
“Excellent.” He tugged her closer and his hands went to the top button on her shirt.
Her eyes flew to his face.
“Only kisses. I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed the tiny spot of skin he’d revealed. He moved on to the next one and the next, kissing his way down her chest. He tasted her warm skin and she inhaled sharply, her knees buckling a little. He unbuttoned the last button, kissing her stomach and dipping his tongue into her navel. Her hands wrapped in his hair and he grabbed her hips. This fantasy was almost over. Time to move on to the real agenda. Sex. He kissed her hips, his fingers grabbing her skirt and underwear. He wanted her naked. Now.
“Professor. Don’t. You promised.” She yanked on his hair, a little, before dropping her hands to her sides. “Only kisses.’
He took a deep, ragged breath. Apparently, Sarah wasn’t done with her game. “Right. Sorry.” He opened her shirt and his dick got even harder as unbelievable as that was. She’d gone with the good-girl, plain white bra and it was hot especially with her nipples hard as little pebbles and poking through the cloth.
“This”—his thumbs caressed her nipple and she swayed toward him, pressing against his hand a moment before regaining her balance—“means you like what we’re doing, a lot.” He tugged her shirt off her shoulders and pulled her closer. He kissed her stomach and her hands fluttered before resting on his shoulders. “That’s it Mary, touch me.”
“Where?” Her voice was a gasp of passion.
“Where ever you want. Everywhere.” His hand wandered up her back and unhooked her bra. She stilled, her fingers grasping his shoulders. “Just kisses. I promise.” His lips latched onto her breast and she moaned as he pulled her onto his lap, straddling him.
Her hands went into his hair, pulling his head closer to her breast as he suckled. She tasted so sweet, he’d never tire of sucking her tit. She shifted and rubbed her pussy against him. His hips flexed, matching her rhythm.
“That’s it.” He said as he moved to her other breast. “See how good we feel together.” He pulled one of her hands from his hair and placed it on his cock. “Touch me, Mary. Please.” He ran his teeth gently over her nipple as she rubbed him through his pants. It wasn’t enough. He needed her skin on his. Shit, he needed to be inside of her. He pulled her mouth to his and reached between them, unzipping his pants. As soon as he was free his finger found her clit and rubbed her through her underwear.
She broke the kiss, gasping. “Oh, oh, Professor.”
He rubbed more, shoving his hand inside her panties and inserting his finger inside of her. “Shit, you’re so hot. So tight. I’ve got to…” He lifted her, putting her on her feet. His hands went to her panties to tear them off. Get them out of his way, but she stumbled away from him.
“Professor. You…you said my underwear would stay on. You said I’d still be a virgin.”
“Enough Sarah. The game’s done.” He reached for her but she darted away, racing for the door.
“Oh, no. You’re not getting away this time.” He ran after her. She was going to pay for this. His hand skimmed across her arm but she slipped away and through the door, slamming it behind her. He grabbed the knob but somehow, she’d managed to get it locked. He slammed his hand against the door. “Let me in. Now. This fantasy is over. I need to fuck you. Right. Now. Right. Bloody. Now.”
CHAPTER 3: SARAH
Sarah jumped when Nick hit the door, her heart racing from fear and excitement. He was pissed and horny, so damn horny and so was she. It’d taken everything she had to run out of that room when all she’d wanted was to sink down onto him and let him fill her, but Mary would’ve been frightened and at that moment, she’d been Mary.
“Damnit, Sarah.” He shook the door handle.
“Go back to your desk, Professor.” She pulled off her panties—they were soaked with her desire—and tossed them toward her bag. She grabbed her dark green and white panties and pulled them on. These were Lucy’s underwear – sexy and sleek.
“I’m done with this game. I mean it.” The door rattled. He must have hit it with his shoulder this time.
“Trust me, Nick. Please.” She took off her bra and replaced it with one that matched her new panties. She hurried into the bathroom and put her hair up in pigtails. She grabbed a cherry sucker out of her bag and sucked on it. When it was wet, she rolled it over her lips making them bright red. She splashed on a little perfume and headed to the door, listening. He must’ve gone back to the desk like she’d asked.
She took a deep breath and unlocked the door, sauntering inside, her hips swinging suggestively as she sucked on the sucker. Nick was once again behind the desk, his face hard with anger and frustrated passion.
She popped the sucker out from between her lips, letting her tongue trail along its round head. “Professor, you can’t scream like that. Ms. Applewood works late just down the hallway.”
Nick’s eyes were black fire as they roamed over her body. “Get over here.”
“Oh, did little Mary leave my poor professor hurting.” She strolled closer, her eyes going to the huge bulge in his pants that were once again all zipped up. She winced inwardly, it couldn’t have felt good shoving that thing back into his pants.
He reached for her but she dodged him and moved to the desk, sliding on top of it.
“Here, Professor.” She spread her legs, propping them on the desk so he could see under her skirt.
“You’d better be ready because I’m done fucking around.” He stood, unzipping his pants as he shoved her skirt out of the way.
His voice was dark with desire and his words were hot, causing her insides to melt. “Whatever you want, Professor.” She sucked on the candy again, her eyes darting to his engorged penis. “Are you sure you want to fuck me right now?” She rolled her tongue around the round sucker. “We could do other things first.” Her eyes locked with his and then her gaze went to his cock and she licked the sucker again, sticking it into her mouth and sucking.
His nostrils flared. “Later. I’d never last.” He grabbed her panties, yanking them off and letting them fall to the floor. He tugged her closer to the edge of the desk and moved between her thighs. His dick was so hard and hot against her that she arched her back to get closer, rubbing against him. He positioned himself and she froze.
“Condom.” She put her hand between them, trying to block her wet passage.
“No, baby.” He kissed the side of her neck, his open mouth trailing to her ear. “Please, I need to feel you.”
“Condom.” She dropped the sucker and shoved his chest with her other hand. She wasn’t budging on this.
His mouth came down on hers as he tried to pry her hand away so he could enter her. She shifted away from him.
“Damnit, Nick. Put on a condom.” She was so hot for him but she wouldn’t take this chance. It was too big of a risk.
“Fuck. Fine.” He stepped back and tore open a condom, sliding it over his dick. He moved between her legs and pulled her thighs farther apart. In one quick movement, he thrust inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, so hard and yet, so good. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on while he slammed into her hard and fast.
“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight. Fuck Sarah.” He withdrew and filled h
er again.
Her legs locked around his waist, pulling him closer. She needed this. She needed him. He pushed into her, his lips pressed against her neck as she pushed against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Harder, Nick, please.”
He nipped her neck and shifted position.
“Oh, yes, right there.” It was that spot. That special place that only he found. She closed her eyes, her legs tightening and her pelvis thrusting against him, as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, wanting to keep him inside.
He reached between them, his fingers finding her nipple. He bit her neck as he thrust into her and pinched her tit. She exploded against him. Everything disappearing but him. He was the only solid thing in her universe and her body clung to him—hands, arms, legs and pussy.
“Sarah.” He groaned as he came, his dick twitching inside of her before he collapsed, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. “Fuck me,” he gasped.
She turned her head, kissing the side of his face. “I just did.”
He smiled against her neck. “You sure did and we’re going to have to do this professor fantasy again. Maybe a couple of times.”
She ran her hand up his back, wishing he were naked. “Good because you still need to meet Ms. Applewood, the lonely, uptight librarian.”
“I don’t know if I can handle another female in this fantasy.” He leaned up and pushed the hair off her face. “But I can’t wait to try.” He kissed her, soft but with the promise of heat to come.
Book 4
Master - Slave Fantasy
CHAPTER 1: SARAH
Sarah hurried down the hallway to the hotel room. This was their weekday visit and she was running late. Maisie had gotten stuck in traffic. Nick wasn’t going to be happy that he wouldn’t get his hour. She opened the door and stepped inside.
“Take off your clothes.”
Nick’s voice came out of the darkness, all rough and male and immediately wetness pooled between her legs. She wanted him right here and now, but she’d delay. It was always fun to play.