I was going to give it at least one day though. Just one day.
This was it. If this day did not go well, I needed to just tell him we couldn’t work together. Surely he couldn’t force me to keep working with him if I didn’t want to. Even an alpha male like him wouldn’t want a woman to be around him if she didn’t want to be around him.
The problem was, I did want to be around him. I felt alive when I was near him. I didn’t care about anything else in the world and just wanted to feel his body next to mine. This was the exact reason I couldn’t keep him as a supervisor. I would never get work done. I would constantly want to feel his hands on my body.
No. I had to change supervisors. I had to tell him no.
***
“Good morning, Jennifer,” Ryan said as I walked into the room.
He sat at his desk in a casual blue business suit and seemed much more relaxed than he had the day before. His blue eyes were just as piercing as they had been before though and I had to look down at his desk.
“Um, I don’t think this is going to work.” I blurted out.
But he didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled some papers out from his desk.
“Sit down at the table over there.”
He pointed me to a large conference desk in the corner of the room. I did as he asked and went to sit down over there.
“I know you wanted me to work with you. But it’s just not going to work out. I can go and talk to the Dean and let him know.”
“Jennifer, today we are going to talk about extradition laws. Do you know much about those yet?”
Was he seriously ignoring me? I had just told him twice that I couldn’t work with him and he just ignored the fact that I had even talked at all.
“No, I don’t know much about extradition laws.”
I felt a twinge of annoyance building up inside of me. It was rude to not address something that a person was specifically saying to you. He was such a jerk. This is exactly why I needed a new supervisor.
“Alright. Then for this morning why don’t you look through these books and read up a bit on the laws. I have some other work to do.”
Ryan handed me a stack of books and then went right back to his desk.
I was sure he was going to try and get handy with me or seduce me. But maybe my request yesterday had worked. I had told him I wanted to keep things professional. Perhaps he also thought that was the best idea.
I tried to look through the case studies he had given me, but my eyes kept darting over to look at Ryan. Was he really going to let this relationship be a professional one? It surprised me. I didn’t think he was the type of guy that would be alright with that.
I pretended to look at the books, but my mind started to wonder back to the night I met Ryan.
I could feel myself getting flush as I thought of him inside of me. His thrusts begging me to explode, his hands bringing me to orgasm; I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Are you finding what you need?” Ryan asked.
I looked up in a bit of a daze. My eyes glistening with the desire to feel him again.
What was going on? I had to stop. No more thinking about him that way.
“Yes, lots of good information.”
As my supervision hours came to a close, I felt a twinge of disappointment that Ryan had not tried to make a move on me. It was exactly what I wanted, a professional relationship with him as my supervisor. But now that I had what I wanted; I wasn’t sure it would be enough.
“Why don’t you find me the specific laws in Bulgaria, France and Switzerland in regards to extradition? Tomorrow we will talk about them.”
Ryan continued to sit at his desk and didn’t even bother to get up when I left the room. He didn’t seem to care at all that we had changed the relationship to a professional one.
***
“Hey Markus, how is your day?” I said as I sat down to eat lunch with him.
“Oh, it’s alright. My supervisor is boring as hell.”
I didn’t want Markus to feel bad about Ryan not picking him to supervise. It really had nothing to do with him at all.
I thought Ryan picked me because he wanted to have sex all the time, but seeing that he could be professional today; I wasn’t so sure why he picked me. I wanted to tell Markus about Ryan. The real story behind him, but I didn’t feel like looking like a whore. Surely the fact that I had fucked Ryan in the club would turn out to make me look bad.
“Oh, Mr. King is a total jerk. I don’t know why you wanted to work with him so bad. He’s already given me hours of research to do tonight.”
Part of what I said was true; I did have hours of work to do searching for information on extradition laws. But Ryan had not been a jerk at all. In fact, he had been the epitome of what a good supervisor would act like.
I was starting to think things would work out alright. Sure Ryan and I had been together for one night of hot sex. But that didn’t have to change anything. People had one night stands all the time. We could just move forward and work together like normal adults.
If he could control his urges, I certainly could control mine. I came here for law school. I came to learn how to be the best lawyer I could be. So that’s what I was going to do. I would just keep my head down and work hard. No more talk about sex or one-night stands, it was time to get serious about work.
I decided to give Ryan a chance to be the supervisor I needed. He had been professional so far, so why change things?
In reality, Ryan King was an epic lawyer. His defense knowledge was something people from around the country sought out. I would be stupid not to try and continue to work with him. I would likely learn more in working with him than I would in my classes. Especially because I wanted to help others as a lawyer. Ryan did that in his day to day practice, so I was sure he would have a lot of knowledge that he could share with me.
***
I worked well into the night to make sure I had all the research information that Ryan at requested of me. If we were going to have a regular professional relationship I was certainly going to work hard to impress him. Just like I would any other supervisor.
I knocked on his office door exactly at 9 o’clock.
“Come in Jennifer,” he said with a calm tone of voice.
“Good morning professor,” I said professionally.
It was weird to call him a professor, but it would have been even weirder to call him Mr. King or Ryan. So I finally settled on the professor as the best alternative.
“Show me what you have.” He said abruptly.
“On the extradition laws?”
Ryan smiled. It was a sly smile that hid what I assumed he was actually thinking. My face blushed as I could imagine the dirty thoughts that were probably constantly in his head.
My eyes turned down toward the ground.
He got up from his desk and came over to me. He placed his hand gently on my chin and forced my eyes up to meet his.
“Never look down. Be confident in every answer.”
“Ok,” I said as I tried to look at him.
It was impossible to look him right in the eyes. They penetrated too deep and made my body instantly react to him.
I looked at the bridge of his nose instead, hoping it wasn’t making me look cross-eyed.
“Yes, the extradition laws.” Ryan finally said as he made his way over to the conference table.
I took my research out of my bag and organized myself. Ryan’s eyes seemed to be intently watching me and were making be extremely nervous.
Dressed in another boring pair of slacks and blouse, I couldn’t figure out why his eyes penetrated me so hard. I sat down and looked at the papers I had brought, making sure not to look at Ryan as I started to describe what I had found.
“Switzerland, as I’m sure you already know, is, for the most part, a no extradition country, but they do have certain reasons that they will consider extradition. Like murder.” I began to share my research.
Ryan seemed t
o be watching me intently and listening to what I was saying. I really hoped I had done everything right. The whole last night I had spent hours and hours going over the information I had found, to ensure I had everything correct.
“Yes, go on.”
“Well, Bulgaria is about the same. But they will extradite under pressure from the U.N. so even though they do not typically participate in extradition requests if the United Nations requests one; they will likely comply.”
“Interesting, what about France?”
“France is a fascinating country. I would love to visit there someday. They have strict laws that agree with extradition and will often agree within days of a request if it is a country they are friendly with.”
Ryan had a look of disappointment on his face.
I didn’t know what he needed the information for, or if I had not given him the right information. But he slowly stood up and made his way back over toward his desk.
“Very good research Jennifer, I’m impressed.”
“Do you want to know the country I would travel to if I murdered someone?”
Ryan turned around and smiled from ear to ear. I’m sure it was the idea that little old me could actually murder a person. It was nice to see a genuine smile on his face.
“Yes. Tell me.”
Ryan walked near me and stood over me.
I could feel my body getting nervous. My pulse quickened and I swallowed hard. His cock was only inches away from me and I could feel my body getting turned on.
Only a few small pieces of fabric stood between me and that glorious piece of his body. I tried not to look up from my papers.
My mind was being hijacked by thoughts of Ryan. Thoughts of having his hands on my body. Thoughts of him thrusting inside of me.
I felt the burning red of embarrassment fill my neck and tried to continue on.
“Well, um. Ok, if I were a criminal I would go to Russia. It’s a brutal country for criminals of its own land. But they hate the United States and would never willingly give into a request. As long as I could be a non-criminal in their country; it would be the safest place to go.”
Ryan sat down on the back of one of the plush chairs across from his desk. He kept shaking his head up and down.
“Fascinating. You are a fascinating creature.”
I smiled at him and enjoyed his appreciation. It made me feel good to do something to impress him. It made me feel wonderful in fact.
Ryan made his way back over to his desk and started typing some things on his computer. I sat quietly for the rest of supervision and read through some more case studies. It was almost time to go to class and I didn’t think he needed anything more from me today, so I started to gather my things.
“You know Jennifer, that was very impressive research, I liked that.”
He got up from his desk and stood between me and the door.
“Thanks. I’m going to head to class now. The first day of torts,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
Something at switched in Ryan, I could see it in his eyes. There was a primal lust that was unmistakably the same as I had seen the other day.
Don’t sleep with him! I said to myself as I walked toward the door.
He let me walk around him, at first. But then he put his hand on the door to prevent me from leaving.
Ryan grabbed my bag and gently took it away from me and let it slide down to the ground. I stood still facing the door, anticipating what was going to happen next.
“Stay.”
I don’t know if he was asking or ordering, but either way I did need to get to class. I reached down to grab my book bag and he kicked it away from me.
“Stay.”
This time it sounded more like an order and a question.
Ryan reached around me and locked the door. I stood still and stared down at the lock. If I really wanted to leave, I could unlock the door right then and run away. But I wasn’t sure I really wanted to leave. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
I stood there long enough that Ryan assumed it was a yes to his requested to stay.
He flipped me around and pressed me up against the door. His lips pounding down on mine and roughly coming together. His tongue searching my mouth for some secret that he needed.
I could feel my body moistening for him.
I didn’t fight him. I didn’t turn around and leave.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
I bit my lip. I didn’t want to answer yes, that would sound too needy. But I certainly wasn’t going to say no.
I looked down at the ground and continued to ignore his question.
Suddenly he grabbed me and flung me onto the conference table. My ass hurt from the strength of his throw.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know if you want me to fuck you?”
His eyes stood at salute waiting for me to give him the go ahead. He wanted me to say yes. He wanted me to say yes to fucking him.
“I don’t know.”
I exasperated him. He stood in front of me and ran his fingers through his hair as I continued to look down at the ground.
Then he moved up next to me and with a sudden sweetness he lifted my chin and brought my lips to his. Gently he touch my lips and softly moved his tongue with mine. It was a sharp contrast to his behavior only a moment before.
He started to unbutton my blouse and moved his lips down my heaving breasts. I tried to calm my breathing, but my desire was growing fast and I could hardly catch my breath.
“I think you know,” Ryan said between kisses to my chest. “I think you want me to please you. I think you want to please me.”
My face was already pink with embarrassment but now started to turn a whole new shade of red. It was like he could feel exactly what I was thinking.
His lips moved up my neck slowly and I tilted my head to the side to allow him more access. I loved the feeling of his lips on my body. The soft firm pressure was hard to stop thinking about.
“Let me taste you.”
His eyes looked intently at me and I didn’t know what to say. How do you answer a request like that? My mind raced with the right answer. But it never really came to me. Instead, I just shook my head up and down to say yes.
Ryan’s face lit up like a kid in a candy store when he realized I had just said yes.
“Oh, yes.” He mumbled under his breath.
Quickly he unbuttoned my slacks and slid them down to the ground. He stopped to admire my silk panties and let his hand rub me through them.
I moaned as the pressure of his touch and the softness of the silk made my clit pulse with desire. I wanted him to stay right there and keep doing that for hours, it felts so good.
He pressed me back against the table and let his lips move down my body towards my stomach. He bit the top of my panties and used his teeth to pull them down my legs.
The mahogany conference table was cold against my skin, but the smooth hard coating of the wood enticed my body. Urging me to relax.
Ryan let his mouth make a trail up my moist thighs and landed on my wet center. I tried to be quiet. I really did try. The way his tongue felt against my body was too much though.
Soon I was moaning so loud that Ryan grabbed my panties and put them into my mouth to muffle my moans. It helped a little.
His tongue lapped against my clit and I could feel my body building in excitement. Goosebumps formed on my skin as I tried to hold back the explosion. I willed myself not to cum so quickly. I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing how quickly he could make me cum.
I willed myself to think about something not sexy, but with each flick of his tongue it was like torture as I tried to hold myself back.
Ryan looked up at me and I felt like he could tell what I was doing. He wasn’t going to have any of that.
He took two fingers and slid them roughly inside of me as his lips clamped down on my clit.
I spit out t
he panties and let out a moan that was surely heard throughout the offices on that floor. Ryan continued, he held tight against me as my body finally released in defeat.
“Oh, shit…” I let out as my body felt a sensation that I couldn’t compare to anything I had ever felt.
The thrusting of his fingers, combined with the sucking on my clit and forced my body into some sort of ultra orgasm.
Ryan stood up and used one hand to pin my pelvis to the table. With his left hand, he slid his ring and middle fingers deep inside of me. He started pulsing his whole left hand up and down toward to ceiling. All the while he continued to hold my pelvis firmly against the table.
I didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but it felt wonderful. His hand move faster and faster in a rough up and down motion.
Then I felt it.
My body started to shake and he pulled his fingers out. A liquid shot out of me as I screamed in ecstasy.
He forced his fingers back into me again and repeated the move. Again I felt the intensity build and my body start to shake. Faster and harder he moved up and down. Hitting my g-spot at the just right angle and forcing me to squirt with another orgasm.
“Stop, stop, I can’t take it.”
“You can take it,” Ryan said firmly.
He continued again. This time my body arched up into the air as I felt a surge of power shock throughout me. I had never felt anything like this before. It was more than just an orgasm. It was a primal explosion that had my body shivering with excitement.
Ryan stood over me and watch with satisfaction as my body continued to twitch and shake from the intensity of my orgasms. He gently moved his hand up and down the side of my body and kept his eyes fixated on what he had just done.
A look of pride came over him. He was happy with what he had just done to me.
I felt embarrassment fill me at how my body had reacted to his touch. Shooting out liquid like that had never happened to me. I didn’t know what to do or say.
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