by Ivy Smoak
And right when his kiss would have answered my needs, he pulled me to a seated position and grabbed the sides of my tank top. I raised my hands over my head and he slowly lifted it off of me, pushing against my bare skin with his palms. With one hand he undid my bra and threw it across the room. The anger remained in his eyes. He tugged his sweater off and let me clumsily undo the buttons on his dress shirt. I reached up to his shoulders and pulled the shirt off his muscular arms, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I gulped as he leaned over top of me and pushed my naked back onto his wooden desk. I could feel his erection on my leg, trying to break free of his jeans. My hands wandered down his rock hard abs to his erection. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Oh God, his cock was huge, almost falling out of his boxers. I wanted him so deep inside of me.
He leaned over and lightly sucked one of my nipples as he squeezed the other, then he brought his lips to my ear.
"You're going to want to scream," he whispered. "But don't make a sound." He moved back down to my other thigh. Again he traced his lips along my inner thigh, torturing me. I felt his warm breath lingering. And the next second his tongue answered my needs in one slow stroke.
Oh my God! No one had ever done that to me before. I felt my hips rise, wanting more. But he pressed me down and spread my thighs even wider, letting his tongue explore even deeper inside of me. I felt his tongue circling me. His left hand slid up my thigh to join his tongue. Before it did, he leaned up to me and whispered in my ear.
"Just this once, Penny." He bit my earlobe as he pressed down firmly on my clit with his thumb.
I gasped. I hadn't expected that, but it felt so good. My hips rose, wanting him inside of me, but he pushed down on me forcefully.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," I replied breathlessly.
He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of his desk so that my legs were dangling off the sides. His finger slowly entered me and I began to writhe under his touch. He was teasing me. It was just the tip of his index finger, encircling me. I groaned softy when his tongue once again found my clit. He slid his finger all the way inside of me, and before I realized it another of his fingers had joined in. He moved them in and out, slowly, torturing me even more. Faster and faster. His tongue was in tune with his fingers. He was driving me crazy. My whole body shook as he took me over the edge.
When his fingers pulled out I moaned again. I was greedy. I wanted more. His thumb drummed against my clit as he leaned toward me.
"I know how to please, Penny," he said slowly, licking his fingers that had been inside of me. God was he sexy. He walked around the desk, trailing his fingers along my naked torso. He lifted my arms above my head.
I groaned. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had wanted this ever since meeting him in that coffee shop. I needed his huge cock inside of me.
"But you asked me to punish you." He pulled on my hands and my back slid across his desk. My head dropped off the edge so that I was looking at him upside down. He let his boxers fall to the ground and brought his dick to my face. I opened up my mouth, inviting him in. If this was only a one time thing I wanted to taste him. His pre cum was salty and delicious. I let my tongue caress and enjoy. He was too big for my mouth but all I wanted was to satisfy him. He thrust himself in and out. I tightened my lips and enjoyed the moan that escaped from his. I was wet all over again, wanting him more than ever. He leaned over and squeezed my breasts. I knew he was close. Soon he would explode in my mouth.
He climbed up on top of the desk, leaned over, and sucked my clitoris. If I didn't have his dick in my mouth I would have screamed with delight. He landed a few strokes with his tongue that sent shivers through me. Before I realized it, I was no longer giving him head. He was in total control, fucking my mouth. And I loved every mind-blowing second of it. I wanted to surrender myself completely to him, but I couldn't resist reaching up and grabbing his ass. I needed to touch him everywhere while I had the chance. It was as firm as his abs. There wasn't an ounce of fat visible on Professor Hunter's body. He pulled his delicious cock out of my mouth, climbed off the desk, and spun me around so that my ass was on the edge of his desk again. He leaned down and grabbed a condom out of his wallet. I could barely breathe.
"Profess Hunter," I panted.
"I've wanted you ever since you fell into my arms at that coffee shop." He slid the condom in place, grabbed my hips, and quickly thrust himself inside of me.
I moaned. It wasn't slow and loving. It was fast and rough. He was in complete control of me and I wasn't protesting. My back arched as his fingers dug into my hips. He went faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I loved being punished. My toes curled. I was just about to feel complete release when he stopped.
"Please," I begged.
"I asked you to be quiet," he said.
He pulled out of me and turned my body so that my stomach was now on his desk, with the tips of my toes barely on the ground. I let him pull my skirt off. I felt his hands cup my ass as he admired my naked body. No one had ever made me feel this sexy before. He parted my legs, grabbed my hips forcefully, and entered me again. My breathing hitched. He slid himself slowly in and out. His fingertips traced the back of my thighs.
"Professor Hunter," I moaned.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. The sensation made me tense and Professor Hunter moaned as I tightened around him. He slid his free hand along the arch in my back, giving me chills. I couldn't wait another second. I placed my hands on the side of the desk and pushed so that he'd be deep inside me once again.
He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. I arched my back so that I was no longer on the desk as I reached one arm back and let myself pull on his hair. He kissed my raised arm gently and then pushed me back onto the desk.
"Stay still," he said forcefully.
He held me down and spanked me hard. I wouldn't resist his dominance again. I wanted him to own me. He placed another hard slap on my other ass cheek. I wanted him to claim every inch of my body. The sensation of pain and pleasure was bringing me to the tipping point. Then it was suddenly faster and harder than before. I could feel my hips digging into the edge of his desk. No one had ever been this deep inside of me. His fingernails dug into my skin. He spanked me again and I clenched myself around him.
He groaned and reached one hand down to find my clit.
"Yes!" I moaned.
He stroked it possessively. I let myself come as his cock seemed to harden even more in its release. My whole body shuddered as my orgasm washed over me.
He was panting. "Mmmmm," he sighed. He pulled out and turned me over. He stared down at me. I suddenly felt unbelievably exposed. He bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair.
"Penny."
"Professor Hunter."
His Adam's apple rose and fell. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trash.
"I like being punished," I said.
"I like punishing you." He pulled his jeans back in place and slowly buttoned his shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone. He rolled up the sleeves.
I didn't want it to end. I didn't want his body to be hidden underneath his clothes.
"I have a class that I must get to or I'd be tempted to have you again." He lifted his satchel over his shoulder. "By the way, you gave a fair argument. I'll reconsider your grade."
I felt my jaw drop slightly as he let his eyes rest on my exposed breasts. I wanted to say something enticing and sexy but my mind was foggy. This had surpassed even my wildest fantasies of him.
"Please lock the door when you leave." He let his eyes linger on my body for one more moment before walking out of the office and closing the door behind him.
He left me naked and alone in his office, more addicted to him than ever.
PART 2
Chapter 21
Monday
It looked like a tornado had just swept through the small office. Papers were scattered all over, some se
eping in the coffee that had spilled on the floor. A broken vase lay on the ground in fragments. Just this once. How could he expect me to give him up now?
I put my arms across my naked body to cover myself and climbed off of Professor Hunter's desk. My bra was in the corner next to a filing cabinet. I maneuvered around the obstacle of pens on the ground and quickly clasped it back on. My skirt, tank top, and underwear were laying by his desk. The shirt was partially wet from landing in the pool of coffee on the floor. I put it on anyway.
I let my breath escape after I had finished dressing and looked around the room. This was the only professor's office I had ever been to, but I assumed it was similar to everyone else's. The only thing that seemed out of place, beside for the office supplies strewn all over the floor, was the suitcase in the corner. Was he planning on going somewhere? I ran my finger along the edge of his desk as I walked behind it and sat in his chair. His scent was everywhere. I took a deep breath. Just this once. Why did I agree to that? Looking at the desk, thinking of what we had just done, made me want him all over again.
I stared at the closed drawers. Every inch of me wanted to go through them and his suitcase. But I didn't want to snoop. I wanted him to trust me. If he trusted me then maybe this could be more. I leaned back in his chair and felt the softness of the sweater he had left behind. A smile spread across my lips. It didn't need to be just this once. It couldn't be just this once. When I stood up I was a little sore. A chill ran up my spine as I remembered him inside of me. I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from the ground, sat back down, and wrote him a note:
Professor Hunter,
Thank you for listening to my argument. But I don't think I've learned my lesson. You might need to show me that again.
P.S. I borrowed your sweater.
Just in case someone came in before him, I decided against signing it. I pushed the note into the middle of his empty desk and placed the pen on top of it. I got up and shoved his sweater into my backpack. I turned the lock on the inside of the door, smoothed my tank top, and then walked confidently out of Professor Hunter's office, closing the door behind me. Just this once my ass.
***
I was sitting on my bed daydreaming. The T.V. was on so that Melissa wouldn't grow suspicious of the glazed look over my eyes. She was too good at identifying my different moods. Just thinking about what had happened earlier made my heart race.
My phone buzzed. When I looked down I gulped. It was Professor Hunter. I had been hoping all day that he'd text me, and now he finally had. The message read: "I see that you've taken another one of my sweaters."
I felt the smile spread over my face. I typed out, "I was a bit chilly after you left me naked and alone in your office, Professor Hunter," and pressed send.
Professor Hunter: "I apologize for my abrupt departure. But you barged into my office at a rather inconvenient time."
Me: "And when would be a convenient time?"
I heard Melissa's book slam shut, and I jumped slightly.
"You should see the look on your face, Penny. Who on earth are you talking to?!" Melissa asked and flung one of the pillows off her bed and at my face.
I dodged the pillow and looked up at her, but I couldn't get the stupid smile off my face. "No one," I said, and quickly exited out of my message thread with Professor Hunter and slid my phone under my covers.
"Oh my God, Penny. I've never seen you like this. Tell me!"
"No one, Melissa. I was just looking through some old messages." I could feel my face blushing. I was such an awful liar.
"Bullshit! If you were looking at old messages than I would have seen you acting like this whenever you got them in the first place. Give me your phone." Melissa hoped off her bed and ran over to me.
Oh crap! I couldn't let her see the messages that I had been sending to Professor Hunter. "Tyler!" I almost screamed. "It's Tyler, okay."
Melissa squealed and jumped onto my bed. "I was hoping this would happen! You and Tyler are so cute together. And this is so perfect. Since Josh and Tyler are friends, now the four of us can hang out all the time!"
I tried to hide my sigh. "Right now we're just having fun flirting, okay? No double dates yet. Please, Melissa? I'm begging you."
"Fine," she rolled her eyes and hoped off my bed. "But you'll be happy to know that Sigma Pi is having another party this Friday. So we can at least get ready together."
"He hasn't asked me to come," I protested.
"Then just ask him about it."
"But we're taking things slow. If he hasn't asked me, he probably doesn't want me to come."
"Don't be ridiculous, Penny. Just ask him then. Clearly you're both into each other."
"But..."
"If you don't do it, I'll text him for you." She had that stubborn look on her face. She always seemed to get whatever she wanted.
This was a complete disaster. I didn't see a way out of this one. If Melissa got my phone she'd open up my messages and see that I had been texting Professor Hunter. Game over. But wasn't it already over? I silently wished that just this once really meant this is just the start.
"Okay, fine," I conceded. "We're going to lunch on Wednesday, so I'll ask him then." I had planned on canceling lunch after what had happened this afternoon. Now, not only was I not canceling, but I was making yet another date with Tyler. I felt awful.
Melissa seemed content with my response. "Let's go shopping sometime this week, okay? I don't think you have anything appropriate for the party's theme."
"Oh God, what is the theme?"
"Guess."
"Conservative outfits throughout the ages?"
"Toss me that pillow back so I can throw it at you again!"
"Just tell me the theme."
"It's going to be a luau!"
"You mean like tiki torches and everyone running around in bathing suits?"
"Yep." She clapped her hands together in excitement.
"Yeah, I'm not going to that."
"I swear, Penny, you're going to end up being a lonely cat lady if you keep acting like that. Take a risk every now and then." Melissa sighed and sat back on her bed.
I couldn't help but smile. If she had any idea what I had done with Professor Hunter she'd be high-fiving me instead of scolding me. I had to resist the urge to tell her.
"I'll ask Tyler about it on Wednesday like I said. Goodnight, Melissa." I switched off the light on my desk and pulled the covers up under my neck. Pretending to be asleep, I closed my eyes and listened to Melissa turn off her light and get in bed. When I heard her light snoring, I lifted my covers over my head and pulled out my phone.
There was a message from Professor Hunter. "It would be most convenient after you graduate in the spring."
I held my breath. The lie of me being a senior was looming over my head. He had assumed I was a senior like everyone else in his Comm class seemed to be. And he had escorted me home one night because I was drunk. I couldn't tell him the truth. But what would he do when he found out I was only a sophomore? Maybe he wouldn't care. He liked me. He didn't want it to be just a one-time thing either. He wanted to date me after I was no longer a student.
"What happened to just this once?" I replied.
A minute later I got his response. "We can discuss it over dinner. I will pick you up on Saturday at 8."
I pulled my phone to my chest and smiled. I had a date with Professor Hunter. A date! I liked how affirmative he was. I gulped, remembering his lips on my neck.
"I'll be waiting," I typed back and pressed send. He was as addicted as me. I fell asleep dreaming about our tryst.
Chapter 22
Wednesday
On Wednesday morning I was twenty minutes early for class. I drummed my fingers across my desk as I impatiently waited for Professor Hunter to come through the door. As the clock slowly ticked forward, students eventually started to arrive.
Tyler sat down next to me. "So how did you do on your first speech?" he asked.
I fe
lt my face blushing. "Really well, actually." It didn't feel like a lie. Hopefully Professor Hunter would change my grade to the A it originally was.
"I knew it," he said and nudged my shoulder playfully. "What are you feeling for lunch today?"
I had been so consumed by Professor Hunter that I had nearly forgotten about lunch. And Melissa. Oh no, the luau. "Do you want to just get pizza somewhere?"
"Pizza sounds perfect. How about Grottos?"
"I was hoping you'd say that. It's my favorite." I smiled.
The class drew quiet when Professor Hunter entered the room and I stopped breathing momentarily. He pulled his satchel off over his head and placed it on his desk. He was more dressed up than usual in dress pants and a button down shirt. A tie was tucked behind a vest that matched his pants.
"I only had a few people complain to me about their grades, so I'm glad that we're all on the same page. I think we'll all be seeing even better speeches for the next assignment. Speaking of which, have any of you read ahead in the syllabus to find out what the next speech is about?"
A girl in the front center of the classroom raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Snyder?"
"We're supposed to tell you about why we chose our majors."
"Precisely. There's usually a pretty personal reason why we choose the majors that we do. Whether it's about who you want to become, impressing your parents, or maybe just not knowing what the heck you want to do after you graduate. I find this topic to be quite beneficial for seniors, because maybe a look inside that true reason will help you decide which jobs you should be starting to apply to. So today let's go around and state what your majors are and one thing you love about them. Raymond, you're up." Professor Hunter sat down in his chair.
