by Alex Wolf
He walked back into the room, and she was still lying there.
Grant took his coffee into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He dragged the razor down his cheeks, getting rid of the five o’clock shadow.
He grabbed a towel and dried his face, trying to rid himself of the guilt hanging thick in the air like a cloud. He glanced through the door, and she’d flipped over onto her back. Her legs were spread, and the shirt was bunched up to her breasts, revealing her cotton panties and flat stomach.
He stared at her from the doorway and damn near had to bite down on his forearm to stifle a groan. Jesus, she was so fucking sexy.
How easy would it be for him to go over and fuck her? She’d be wet in an instant for him. She was probably dreaming about him at that moment.
Deep down inside, he doubted Kristen was going to say anything about what they’d done, but another part of him worried she would.
Finally, being responsible, he grabbed some clothes. He buttoned his shirt, questioning whether the night before had been worth the anxiety. He had to fix this shit.
But how?
He turned back to the mirror and studied himself. Then he heard the one word he wasn’t ready for.
“Professor?”
Chapter Twelve
He stood there looking sexy as fuck, halfway dressed in his suit. She smiled, welcoming the warm sunlight through the window on her skin, and stretched her arms back against his bedsheets.
She could feel a slight hangover, but nothing she couldn’t manage. It’d been worth it. She could still practically feel his hard cock thrusting into her throat. She’d done everything possible to please him, but now he needed to fuck her. Kristen hadn’t come like he instructed, and she needed a release now, or it might kill her.
“Professor?”
He turned around, and his face was pale as a ghost.
No.
No way was he going to pull this shit now. He’d punished her, but now she was off the hook. She’d done what he told her.
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. It looked like it was painful for him to even look at her.
“Look, Kristen, we need to—”
Her eyes had already begun to well with tears. “No!”
He jolted. “What?”
“You owe me. You’re not about to back out of this now. We’ve gone too far.”
His eyes glanced down her body, which she refused to cover up, and back up to her face. “You need to go.”
She gritted her teeth. “I’m not going anywhere. I did what you said. I didn’t come. I sucked your cock in that fucking parking lot. Hell no.”
“We need to discuss this like adults.”
“What the hell are you so afraid of? I see the way you look at me. The way you pulled me out of the bar.” She glared. “And you know what you did in that alley. I know you want me as bad as I want you. Don’t deny it.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want. It just can’t happen.”
She sat there for a moment, thinking about it, shaking her head. “You’re just trying to cover your own ass.”
“I know you don’t believe this, but I’m looking out for you too.”
Her jaw flexed. Then she had a brilliant idea. Her body relaxed, and she stared him right in the eye, and started to unbutton the shirt. The top button went first. “Oops.”
“I know what you’re trying—”
Second button.
“Sorry, it’s just so damn hot in here.” She pretended to fan her face.
She saw his pulse speed up on his neck, and his collar practically tightened around his throat.
“You need to stop. It can’t happen.”
She ran a hand down to her panties and slipped her fingers underneath. She was already wet, just from staring at him in his half-dressed state, and the tension, the need for release, it all rushed down into her pussy. She circled her clit and moaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Grant’s face tensed, and she watched his eyes behind his glasses. They were locked in a staring match. He hadn’t looked down at her hand yet. It was a battle of wills, and she would win it.
Her hips rolled, and her pussy ground against her hand. “You can watch me, sir.” Her eyes closed. “You’re fucking me so hard right now.”
He got onto the bed and crawled over toward her.
Her mind turned to fuzz, and adrenaline coursed through her body. She was seconds away from coming all over her fingers. Her pussy soaked her panties, and her wetness ran down her inner thighs and onto the sheets. Her moans grew more intense, and her fingers sped up as he neared.
He hovered a few inches from her face, looking like he might kiss her.
“Fuck me, sir. I need it.”
He blinked, and his face hardened. “Get out.”
His words crushed her. A million things hammered into her at once—guilt, shame, embarrassment. But fuck him. He’d put her in this state. She could punish him too. If he wasn’t going to join in, he could fucking watch what he was missing out on and be tortured along with her.
Two fingers slipped inside of her, and her thumb stroked over her clit. He stared with those steely blue eyes locked onto hers.
“Oh, fuck, Grant—” Her words trailed off on a squeak as her pussy clamped down on her fingers. She could smell her own arousal and saw his nostrils flare as if he was taking in her scent. She shuddered and convulsed, all with his face just inches from hers.
Her eyes closed on instinct, and fireworks went off behind her eyelids, as she came multiple times in waves, all from the tension that’d built from the previous night.
When her eyes opened, he still watched her, his face still hardened steel.
She pulled her hand from her panties, still coated in her pussy. She placed her palm on his cheek and smiled. “Too bad for you.” She made a show of slightly wiping her wetness down his cheek as her fingers trailed over his jaw.
Then she stood from the bed, put her clothes on, and walked right out the front door.
She practically ran down the block and called a cab. She fought back the tears until after she’d paid the cabbie at the dorm, and once he was out of sight, she burst into tears.
How could he do this to her? Make her feel this way? He was the biggest asshole she’d ever met in her life. Why would he come to her rescue, let her suck his fucking cock and swallow every last drop, take her home, and then just discard her like a piece of garbage?
She sprinted to her dorm room, hoping Stef wasn’t there. She just wanted to crawl under her covers and hide for the day.
“You were out late last night.” Stefani yawned as Kristen walked into the room.
So much for wallowing in shame all alone.
Stef was in her pajamas eating cereal. “Hangover?”
Kristen shook her head and did everything she could to hold it together.
“Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”
“I’m fine.” Kristen stripped down and put on some pajamas and crawled into bed.
“Did he hurt you? I’ll cut his dick off. What’d Jordan do?”
Kristen’s eyes widened, and then she pulled the covers up over her. “Not Jordan.”
“What?” Stefani looked up at the ceiling, pondering the situation. “Wiseman?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
Stefani nodded. “Okay. Well, if you need anything—” She went back to her cereal, but kept glancing over at Kristen, as if she were checking on her.
At least she had one good friend.
Her head started to pound, and waves of nausea washed over her with each breath she took. Maybe she’d drank more than she thought. The light creeping between the curtains was almost blinding.
“What happened with Jordan?”
“He ended up hooking up with some other chick.” She put her hand to her head as she spoke, hoping her story sounded as believable to Stef as it did in her mind.
Stef got dressed and stared at
Kristen. “Okay, well I’m gonna head to class.”
“Have a good day,” Kristen mumbled. The sound of the door closing rang in her ears, and she shook her head. It was going to be a long fucking day, but she had to make it to class. Her grades were still suffering, and she couldn’t afford a day of doing nothing. Rolling over, she grabbed her phone, suddenly realizing she hadn’t yet looked at it.
Her heart sank.
She thought he’d at least call or text and say he was sorry. Say something.
Fuck him!
She didn’t know what she was hoping for.
There was a text from Jordan, asking her where she’d gone, then there was another that asked if she’d made it home, then there was another that was rather flippant, telling her she was free to go off and do her own thing if she was going to ignore him. Kristen rolled her eyes. He’d been the one who’d ignored her first, grinding with that other girl at the bar while she was trying to get a drink of water.
If he was a true gentleman, he should’ve been taking care of her, making sure she was comfortable. He should’ve been the one getting the water for her, and she wouldn’t have been yanked out of the bar by Professor Tease.
Fuck, and she had his class today too.
And…
“Fuck!” Kristen shouted as she sprang upright in bed. There was a quiz today.
She should’ve been studying for it last night instead of going out. She’d worked on it with the professor, but she’d been so busy staring at him and flirting. She could pass it. She’d been paying attention in class. She knew most of the material.
But she didn’t know how she’d ever be able to concentrate with him in the room, knowing she’d sucked him off in an alley and then came on his bed right in front of his face. How would she ever be able to take it?
And what if she passed? Would it be on her own merits? Or would it be out of pity? She already didn’t know if she was good enough for him. Now she wouldn’t even know if she was good enough to be a journalist. There was no way he could be objective grading her assignments.
She tried to clear her thoughts and just figure out a plan. There was nothing that could be done. He didn’t want her, and she had to accept that. And she had to go take the quiz, so that’s what she would do.
Kristen scrambled through the room, doing her best to keep from vomiting in the bathroom as she hurriedly jumped into a pair of jeans and pulled on her shoes.
Then she had a brilliant idea. Maybe she wasn’t done punishing that asshole. Not yet, anyway.
She took off her clothes and found a nice little skirt outfit to wear. She didn’t bother with panties or a bra.
Who needs them?
She snickered at herself in the reflection.
Kristen kept her head down through campus as she hurried to class, certain that her eyes were bloodshot.
When she reached the classroom, she ducked inside, heading right for the front. Her eyes locked onto her professor as she chose the seat right in front of him.
Grant looked up from his work, and his eyes quickly darted right back down to the papers in front of him.
Kristen set her things down and pulled out her notebook. She sat down in the chair, leaned back a little, and spread her legs wide right where it would be the only thing he’d see the entire lecture.
Chapter Thirteen
Don’t forget there’s a test next week. You’re dismissed.”
The students poured out of their tables and made their way to the exit.
Grant refused to look at Kristen the entire class period, though it’d been exceedingly difficult, just like her. He couldn’t help but want to punish her. It wasn’t like he could go to the dean and have her removed from his class. What would he say?
Hey, there’s a girl in my class flashing her pussy left and right. Oh yeah, she sucked my cock too, but could you be sure and punish her?
He had other types of punishment in mind he’d rather enjoy implementing, but it would only make the situation worse.
She sat there, refusing to move. His eyes finally shifted over to her face.
“Miss Monroe, did you hear me? Class is dismissed.” He gestured toward the door with a head nod.
She didn’t move. Didn’t budge an inch. Just sat there with an amused smile on her face. He could practically feel his blood pressure rising. His collar grew tight against his neck, nearly strangling him, but he refused to adjust his tie. She wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing how much she affected him anymore.
Grant needed her gone, though. All his inhibitions seem to go poof and vanish any time she was in the room. Now it was even worse. There was something about the thrill of being caught that amplified his need a thousand times higher. If she only knew how close he’d come to fucking her in bed this morning. He’d almost grabbed her the second her hand had slid down into her panties. The sounds she made as she came in front of him played back through his mind. Everything, including the scent she’d left on his face, that he could still smell because he’d refused to rinse it off.
She stared back at him in defiance, but her demeanor had changed since this morning. He knew she’d be pissed, and he expected her to feel like that for a while. But now she looked calm and collected, devious even—like she wanted to make his life a living hell.
He glanced down at his papers. There was no way he could give in to his want. Grant knew that. Every cell in his brain screamed it at him. At the same time, every inch of his cock told him to fuck this attitude right out of her. His brain won the battle, for the moment.
He shuffled a few things around and paid no attention to her. If he ignored her, maybe she would lose interest. It was a pipe dream, but it might buy him some time to think.
After about thirty seconds, which seemed to last hours, she gathered her things together and stood.
Thank God.
She walked up to his desk. His eyes remained locked on the papers in front of him, but he was definitely aware of every single movement she made. His heart kicked into overdrive, and nerves fired straight down into his cock the closer she came to him. Breathing became nearly impossible when she was a few feet away.
She set her quiz down on top of the papers he was still fiddling with.
“My quiz.”
“Thanks.”
She lingered.
Shit. Say something.
“You’re welcome, sir.”
Still lingering.
“Is there anything else?”
“We both know the answer to that.”
“You need to leave, Miss Monroe. I have to be going.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He glanced up at her. She shook her head back and forth, slowly and with purpose. She bit her lip, and he thought his dick might burst out of his zipper. Every muscle in his body tightened.
He stared at her, hard. “Time to go.”
“I know you want me. You’re not fooling anyone.”
“If I wanted you, you’d already be bent over this fucking desk.”
Her thighs clenched, and she bit down even harder on her lip. She turned and made a show of bending over at the table, swaying her ass back and forth while she set her things down.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
She said nothing.
He gulped right as she turned around. Kristen walked around his desk, back to where he was standing. Blood rushed into his face, and he could feel the tension in the room saturating his body, coursing through his limbs.
He couldn’t do what he wanted to do. He had to keep his shit together.
She kneeled in front of him, on her knees, and opened her mouth again.
Fuck, what was she doing to him?
He glared. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he had to get out of there. His brain screamed at him to pack up his shit and go, but he couldn’t. He glanced to the door. It was closed.
“You can fuck my mouth again, sir.” She held out her tongue. “You can have anything, y
ou, want.” She added emphasis to each syllable.
He took a step so he was right in front of her. She eyed his rock-hard dick through his slacks and licked her lips.
It was all wrong, and yet so right. He’d already gone too far with her. If he was going to go down for something, he might as well get everything he could before it happened.
He leaned over so they were face-to-face and gripped the back of her hair.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a gasp.
He hovered around toward her ear. “I’m going to punish you for doing this. Do you understand, Miss Monroe?”
She nodded.
He pulled his chair over to him and sat down in front of her while she remained on her knees. Grant hauled her up by the shoulders and tossed her over his knee. She squealed in anticipation and quickly covered her mouth at the sudden sound she’d made.
“When little sluts behave like little sluts, their poor behavior needs to be corrected.” His voice was calm and collected. “Do you understand?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” She squirmed against his hold, but they both knew it was all an act.
He loved the way she made him work for it. He dug his fingers into her ribs, hard enough to leave bruises, and held her still. Her legs flailed while his palm slid down her back and over her ass. He massaged her cheek in his hand, and his cock jammed into her stomach.
She shook and tried to turn, but there was no way she was going anywhere.
“You’re only going to make things worse for yourself.”
“Fuck you.” She growled the words at him, with a shit-eating grin plastered to her face. “You’re not my dad. I’m a grown woman. You can’t spank me like I’m a child.”
“The fuck I can’t. Sit still.” He yanked her skirt up over her ass and gripped her by the hair.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as his knuckles dug into her scalp.
Crack!
“Count them.”
“No.”
He pulled on her hair to angle her face to his. “I can sit here and turn this ass pink all fucking day.”
“You’re never going to get away with this.”
Jesus. Her words got him going in ways she’d probably never realize.