“Now relax and let me do the work.” Lia scrambled into a prone position and traced her hot tongue along the inside of Mel’s left thigh. Mel shivered. The sensation was as erotic as the pearls resting inside her.
The tension rose to a crescendo within her, a combination of the pearls and Lia’s tongue edging over her dewy clit faster and faster. Mel went over the precipice with a sharp cry even as Lia’s tongue flicked into her vagina. Mel had come, again and again, as Lia teased her.
The memory faded away, replaced by the sterile classroom, and the sight of Lia’s thighs spread wide apart. Mel wished she had worn a string of pearls. But she had a more urgent matter to consider. How to take the edge off her own lust when it was forbidden?
* * * *
“You’re so beautiful,” Sal murmured from behind Lia as she leaned against his broad chest. Her skin tingled with sexual awareness as she thought about the wide-open position she’d been placed in. In front of a classroom of students. Most women, she assured herself, would have found having their thighs held apart by two sturdy, male specimens totally degrading. But Lia prided herself on being different. She loved to think of herself as a real woman who didn’t shy away from any sexual act. Was the professor trying to test her in some way?
“Gentlemen,” Professor Daniel repeated in a gravely tone.
Paul breathed out a tight sigh as if he were being imprisoned, and Roberts’ eyes sparkled with mischievousness. A bad combination, Lia was sure. And in her helpless state, all she could do was hang on for the ride.
They released her legs and moved aside. Sal slid off the desk, turned her tenderly to lie across the length of the desk then lowered a heavy metal bar from the ceiling. Expertly, he untied her hands, then strapped each wrist to the bar over her head.
“You can’t do that!’ she exclaimed, huffing a breath. She wouldn’t have admitted to anyone, but she was frightened in her bound state.
The professor bent over her. His hot breath heated her lower jaw and her lips. “You’re asking for all this, Ms. Burns, with your lame protests.” In a hushed voice, he said, “And don’t think this won’t get worse. Much worse.”
“You can’t—”
Her words were lost in a flurry of activity from the men around her. They unfolded part of the desk in profile to the class and moments later, she lay on a medical-type bed, complete with stirrups. She moaned. Why had she thought she could remain unfazed by the professor’s little game on her body? Her wet clit pulsed with a fierceness she’d never encountered, and her nipples puckered tighter and more painfully.
“Can’t you just get me off and have done with it?” she found herself calling out to the professor.
Her classmates laughed softly. Any one of them would have been glad to get her off, not to help her quench the burning fire inside her but in a vain attempt to deal with their own fierce arousal.
She picked up the scent of aroused female—her own, she guessed. The professor didn’t even bother to answer her.
“You’re evil,” she called out again, reluctant to raise his ire but demanding relief. She clamped her upper legs together, rubbing her thighs for that elusive orgasm. As her hips bucked with the momentum of the growing climax, the professor seized her right leg.
“Enough of that,” he ordered, cutting off her cry of frustrated anger. His fingers tightened over her slim ankle. “You’ll come when I say you come.”
“Bastard,” she spat out at him. “How long are you going to continue this?”
He gave her a quizzical glance. “Before you told me I couldn’t, and now you’re asking me how long.” He chuckled. “I can and for however long it pleases me to do so.”
Lia ground her teeth with mounting impatience. “Go ahead, do what you want, but remember what I’m telling you. You’ll have your payback soon.”
He gave her a lazy smile, the corners of his lips merely edging upwards. “I don’t think so.” Carefully, he placed her ankle in the stirrup and tied a black leather strap around it to hold her firmly in place.
“How does that feel?” he drawled.
Lia remained silent, wishing for the moment she’d be free. Then she’d let him have a taste of his own medicine. First, she needed to take care of the fiery torment rising in the pit of her stomach. And there was no way the professor would let have her the satisfaction.
She is so very beautiful, Daniel thought. He wasn’t a man to wax poetic or make himself a fool over a bare ass and weeping pussy, but Lia was an exception. Every instinct told him to shove his hard shaft into her wet cunt and give himself release from the gradually surging pressure in his groin. Out of the dozens of women he’d taught on Outbay 33, she was the one who sang not only to his body but to his soul. And he wanted to torment her body the same way she, without realising it, tormented his.
Her lovely face and neck had taken on a slight flush. Yes, he was doing her in the way she liked. With plenty of attention, ministering to her insatiable appetite. He finished tying her left ankle to the stirrup and stood back to admire her gift to him. Her clit was a swollen, throbbing nub, and to irritate her even more, he took the tip of his index finger and eased it into her pussy.
He watched as she closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her breathing came in tortured gasps. Daniel called out to the class. “Who wants to come forward and fuck Ms. Burns?”
Lia turned her head sideways and surveyed the students. The professor noted not one hand remained down. Unaccustomed jealousy stabbed him. Everyone wanted Lia. And yet, no one could have her with the same intensity he did.
Insanity, he told himself. The woman was forcing him to flirt with obsession and insanity. He grumbled and gnashed his teeth together. The rules were the professor couldn’t fuck his student. Damn the rules.
“Let me have a go at her,” Melissa shouted. “Let me!”
Daniel had taken an instant dislike to the mousy creature. Compared to Lia who wasn’t just beautiful but intelligent, Melissa was neither. So what was her game?
A cacophony of “me! me!” broke out. Feverish lust, Daniel liked to call it. He knew each one of his students yearned to slake their hunger, but the rules were rules. No getting yourself off, no matter how hot you got.
Daniel slipped his finger from Lia’s pussy and eased the juice covered digit into his mouth. Lia tasted of summer and lush, ripe peaches. He took a deep breath and expelled it. Damn it but he was going to lose it. If he fucked Lia right in front of his students, he’d lose his job that paid far better than most CEO positions in major companies on Earth.
“Put your hands down,” he snarled to the students.
“Why, Professor?” Lia asked in that silky smooth voice that drove him nuts. “You’re going to break the rules and stick your cock in my cunt?”
Daniel moaned. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Don’t the rules state the prof can’t have the girl?” Lia intimated in a jeering tone.
The little tart! She was putting him on the spot, drawing him out from that uncomfortable place of indecision. To do her and lose his job…or not do her and lose the woman.
He caressed the tender flesh of her inner right thigh. He’d been waiting for the right woman, marriageable material, to show up in his life. But he’d never, for a moment, suspected she would be a student. His resolve began to shatter like windowpanes during a severe earthquake, and he decided as swiftly as an eagle swooping from the sky towards his prey.
He’d have his job and Lia, too.
Chapter Three
Lia noticed the firm determination on the professor’s handsome face. She wanted his rigid shaft in her pussy but not at the price of being made an example to the students.
“Mr. Chelsee! Get over here!” Daniel shouted.
Lia observed that handsome face, the utter resolve, and watched with fascination. When Sal presented himself, she swore she became a silent witness to a shimmering transformation that took place in a microsecond. How could she have seen the sh
ift in such a short space of time? But then she didn’t really know anything about the professor, did she? Like where he originally came from, what kind of upbringing he’d had or what type of temperament he had. But she had seen the shimmering, an almost invisible thread of blue-white energy between teacher and student. She was sure of that. But what had it been?
The professor cleared his throat and gave a curt command. “You will entertain the lady.”
A general moan of disappointment reverberated through the class.
“That’s not fair,” Melissa whined. “I wanted to do her.”
The hostility in her former friend’s voice sent shivers of trepidation up and down Lia’s spine. Silently, she thanked Daniel Harmon for preserving her from the ‘awkward mouse’ as she’d begun to call Melissa. She harboured no ill feelings towards the other woman but couldn’t understand why she’d been chosen as part of the select group on Outbay 33. Mel was far too prissy. Or vindictive. Lia wasn’t sure which.
Uncharacteristically, the professor sat at a desk in the front of the class. “Go ahead. Mr. Chelsee. Show Ms. Burns what you’re made of.” He turned away as if disinterested or bored.
Something was up for sure. The professor, Lia suspected, enjoyed lording it over his students, ordering them around as if they weren’t persons of free will.
When she turned her focus on Sal, she saw ferocity in his glazed eyes. She shuddered, but her body was so out of control now she no longer cared whose dick did the job. She writhed in agony against the plastic sheets of the medical bed.
“At least, have mercy on me,” she muttered to Sal. “Get me off and put me out of this misery.”
“Sweet agony,” Sal murmured, slipping his arms out of his shirt. “Sweet, sweet agony.”
“What’s going on here?” she asked. That wasn’t Sal talking without his usual pre-emptory tone. Her heart thudded in her chest as she swivelled her head to take a peek at the professor. Curiously, he acted as if he were bewildered. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, and he leaned his head back against the folded elbows behind his neck.
“Why don’t you just relax, Lia? Let me thrust my big cock into your wet cunt so you can take care of that burning need of yours.”
Deep, raging anger wound through her. Just as she was about to make her discovery known to the class, Sal deftly stuffed a small rubber ball into her mouth, cutting off her ranting swear words. That indignity was quickly followed by a leather strap being wound around her lower face, cutting off anything she might want to say. She thrust her head from side to side, urging Sal to pull away the leather.
“Quiet, my beautiful Lia, or else I’ll blindfold you, too,” came the stern admonishment.
She blinked in disbelief. Sal wasn’t the domineering bastard kind. He couldn’t give an order even if forced. Yeah, it was Harmon all right.
“Let me see what I have here.” He trailed a feather-light palm down the outer sides of her breasts, bent down and flicked her right nipple with his hot tongue. She didn’t want his touch up there! She would have begged now if she’d been able to speak. She wanted him to caress her hardened nub and put an end to her agony that continued to build, spiralling nearly out of control.
“What do you want me to do, my beautiful, beautiful Lia?” Sal asked, his voice thick and husky. His gaze met hers, appraising, teasing. “Do you want me to trail my hand down your stomach into your pubic curls?”
His palm trailed in the same manner his words suggested, sending erotic waves of pleasure through her nerve endings. Lower, lower, lower. Please, please, please.
But his hand halted short of her yearning, wet clit. Lia moaned and thrashed about, frantically trying to clamp her thighs together, to rid herself of the male bastard so keenly tormenting her.
She flexed her fingers. If she could free her hands from the infernal leather’s entrapment, then she’d come up fighting like a proverbial she-cat. Tears sprang into her eyes. She was so, so helpless against Sal. He was going to take his time while she writhed in agony. All the time his hand wandered, she was keenly aware of the students’ focus on her. It could have been worse, she consoled herself. Her body was in profile to them and they couldn’t see the juices drooling from her vagina.
It was as if Sal read her mind. Catching her gaze, he slowly turned the table ninety degrees. Now the students saw everything—her wet pussy, her pulsing clit, the crack of her ass and her pointed, hard nipples.
Bastard! she screamed silently. How had he known what she was thinking? Maybe a whim, she decided in irritation. She wriggled her ass on the bed trying to gain some relief from the burning in her. Sal put a stop to that too. He extracted a plump pillow from a drawer at the bottom of the table, lifted her hips up and onto it.
Lia groaned. This just couldn’t be happening. His hands were the only instruments he would use to bring her close to exploding. The pillow he’d stuck under her ass made it impossible to thrash about.
Sal kissed both cheeks lightly as if he were taking part in a ceremony of some sort. The bastard probably had thought up some elaborate scheme to keep her from an orgasm. She breathed erratically through her nose, fixing her furious eyes on him.
His pupils were dilated, and his cock, she felt certain, was about to tear the fabric of his pants. He was absolutely huge. She wanted that big, luscious cock wedged in her pussy!
Sal brushed stray strands of hair from the corners of her eyes. “Do you want me, Lia, as much as I want you?”
How was she to answer that? If her legs had been free, she just might have kicked him in the balls for playing with her as if she were some kind of sex toy.
“I feel like relenting. A little.”
Her gaze met his. The bastard was going to continue toying with her, stretching her control to the utmost. Her skin quivered and broke out into goose bumps as he lowered his hand to her inner thigh and rested his warm fingers against her hot skin.
Higher! Please! Higher! she begged silently, blinking rapidly, hoping he would hear her in that thick head of his.
The moment his fingers trailed up her leg and into the crevice between her mound and her thigh, she shuddered with delight. This time he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t dare. Would he?
She relaxed marginally. He didn’t. His fingered the beads resting against her pussy.
“Tell me you want me, Lia. Just nod your head if you do,” Sal relentlessly pushed her. A tiny frown marred his features when she didn’t comply fast enough, then disappeared, replaced by a wide grin. “I’m glad you said yes.”
With a butterfly touch, he eased the rope of beads against her burning nub. Lia’s hips bucked once before a climax ripped through her, blocking every thought in her mind. But instead of numbing her body from the strong yearning, she found herself wanting more of Sal’s touch.
She swivelled her head from side to side, a crude form of pleading with him to touch her again. He slipped fully out of his shirt. Such a strong chest with fine dark hairs arrowing down to his belt. A belt buckle with a phoenix poised to rise from the ashes, she noted in her a haze.
Before he unfastened his belt, he reached between her legs. She stopped breathing. He was about to stick his fingers in her pussy and give her another orgasm. But he didn’t get that far. He grabbed the beaded thong and ripped it off, leaving her fully exposed, spread out for the class to view at their leisure. Someone groaned, while someone else coughed.
She forced herself to breathe through her nose. Her racing heartbeat thrummed in her ears. She didn’t want to think of forty pairs of eyes observing her wet pussy, probably wishing they could have a turn at her. Delight thrummed through her. She was definitely getting what she wanted. A whole lot of attention and one helluva a good time.
* * * *
Melissa’s eyes widened when Sal clambered out of his pants. Such a long, long dick. Her fingers edged closer to her mound. Everyone was so busy watching the sex drama between Lia and Sal, they’d never notice if she got herself off quickly.
She muffled a sigh. This was what her life amounted to. Watching Lia get all the attention while she got next to none. Life wasn’t quite fair, was it? Her index finger rested against her clit now. All she had to do was to massage it, and she’d release the longing ache inside her.
As Lia’s orgasm ripped through her again, Mel let hers go, too. A slight tightening of her thighs and a covert nip at one covered nipple, and bliss followed. When she withdrew her finger, she smelled like musky sex. Uh-oh. She hoped no one took too close a whiff. She loved the scent of sex when she was alone. When she was with a man, it was different. She hated the taste of a man. She’d tried it once and instantly disliked it. What had his name been? Oh yeah. Geoff. He wasn’t that great a kisser, either. She’d felt like a pound of meat under his lusting gaze.
Mel returned her attention to Lia and Sal, who wasn’t quite as clumsy as she’d made him out to be. The little exchange between the prof and Sal had been unnecessary. Had Harmon somehow taken Sal over? If so, how? But no, that was impossible. Besides, Harmon was dictatorial but he wasn’t the type who would imperil his job for any woman. Everyone knew the prof couldn’t fuck his student during class. It was grounds for dismissal, and the rumour travelling around Outbay 33 was that profs got paid half a king’s ransom. Mel wouldn’t mind being paid that much for looking over the students and directing a sex drama.
Lia squirmed. Mel had hidden her smile when the prof clamped Lia’s mouth shut. She looked like a trussed up turkey, and once in a while, she’d get so excited, her cream would edge out of her cunt and onto the medical bed. Mel bet there were a number of guys who wouldn’t have minded lapping that up.
The two guys on either side of Mel had straining erections and grim expressions, as if they were barely keeping themselves from jumping up and thrusting their dicks into Lia.
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