by Alex Wolf
A pang of guilt hit Kristen in the stomach. She knew Stefani meant well, but she also knew it was her life and happiness at stake.
So what if it went against the school policy? He was hot and so was she, and they made each other feel good. She’d never felt this way in her life. And the way he spanked her and ordered her around, made threats. The way he came in and saved her at the bar—God, the man was a magnet, practically yanking her into his arms.
She knew there was risk involved, but everything in life was a risk. There wasn’t any proof, after all, and if Stefani knew what was at stake, surely Professor Wiseman did too. He obviously thought she was worth the risk.
“I know you’re telling me this because you care, but I’m an adult, same as you. He’s an adult too. I don’t give a flying fuck what Bailey says. It’s not her life, and she needs to get one for herself.” Kristen threw her books on the bed and grabbed the pot of cold coffee sitting on the fridge. She’d skipped coffee that morning, and her head still pounded from the night before.
Ahh, caffeine.
“Seriously? This is Bailey Ferguson. She’s a journalism major too. This is like a story to her. She’ll do anything she can to expose the two of you.” Stefani’s hand went to her forehead and pushed back her overgrown bangs. They fell right back into place over her eyes.
Kristen couldn’t help but think how much better she’d look with a haircut, but that was beside the point. Stefani was right, as much as she hated to admit it to herself.
“God, she’s such a bitch.”
“That doesn’t change anything.”
Kristen sighed and looked away. “Fuck, this complicates things.”
“So, something did happen.” Stefani stared at her.
Kristen winced. She hadn’t meant to betray herself, and she’d practically admitted something had happened. Stefani refused to let anything go. She might as well admit it. She wasn’t sure she trusted Stefani with the information. But what choice did she have?
She told Stefani everything while Stefani’s mouth turned up into a satisfied smile, as if she’d already known she’d get the story out of her. Surely Stef knew what it was like to be in love with someone who wasn’t the best option.
“You’re not thinking clearly. Something like this could end up in the news.”
Kristen stood there, thinking about Professor Wiseman, and Stef’s words turned into rambling gibberish. All she could think about was his hands on her, spanking her, tossing her around. He practically owned her at this point. She’d do anything to be with him, and that included ignoring sound logic.
“It’s not that big of a deal. It’s not newsworthy. Bailey’s just being a bitch.”
Stefani shot her a look, and Kristen’s smile faded. Why was she was being punished? It wasn’t fair. Why did Stef care so much?
“This is what I mean. You could end up on the actual news. These stories are always on the news.” Stefani’s tone was short, as if she were trying to shake some sense into her.
Kristen’s thoughts bounced between being angry with Stef to not caring about any of the consequences she could face. She wanted Stef to quit scolding her and be on her side.
She reached out and put a hand on each of Stef’s shoulders. “I know you’re doing this because you care about me. You’re an amazing friend. But I can’t help how I feel. I wouldn’t tell you all this unless I trusted you. Why can’t you just be on my side?”
Stefani relaxed a bit, and she looked away at the wall and shook her head.
Kristen thought changing the subject might be the best idea. “How was class for you?”
Stefani’s head turned back to her, as if she knew what she was doing, and she smiled. “Same as always.” She paused for a second. “Not nearly as exciting as your day. For what it’s worth, I told Bailey I didn’t believe her. And that’s what I’ll tell anyone no matter what. And I told her she needed to get a life and stop spreading rumors about people. That it’s dangerous.”
Kristen smiled, and her face warmed. Anxiety still ran through her body, but somehow, Stefani’s words lightened it a little.
She fell back onto the bed, allowing herself to sink into the pillows and blankets. Her hangover still lingered, but the worst was past.
“Thank you.”
Stefani stared, grinning. “I knew something was going on though. You were acting weird, and I knew it wasn’t because of Jordan. I mean, you’d never get all dressed up for Jordan like that. And I knew he’d do something to screw it up.”
Kristen propped herself up on her elbows. “I didn’t know how to tell you.” She sighed and noticed a flash of sympathy on Stefani’s face.
Stef turned back to her homework.
“Probably would’ve done the same thing. He’s hot.” She put a lot of emphasis on her last word.
Kristen’s fingers tightened on the sheets. She knew Stef was just being honest, but the thought of anyone else even looking at her professor caused her blood to run hot. What was he doing to her? She had to hold it together. She needed Stef on her side.
“Right?”
“Just be careful.” Stefani’s head didn’t come up from her book.
“I will.”
Pulling out her phone, she smiled to herself as she flipped through her contacts, trying to find Professor Wiseman’s number. She didn’t have anything important to tell him but wanted to let him know he was on her mind. He was always on her mind. If she texted him every time he was, she’d spend her day blowing up his phone. She hadn’t spoken to him since that morning, though, and she wanted to see how he was doing.
A little smiley face couldn’t hurt.
They hadn’t had time to discuss how this was going to work. Did they even need to? He was doing the same thing he’d done with Mercedes. Grant didn’t feel the need to talk about some kind of relationship because there wasn’t one.
He didn’t want to think about it more than he had to. She knew her life was just as much at stake as his.
What the fuck was he doing with this girl? He’d let his guard down twice, and she’d barreled right over his reservations. She was half his age, and even though she was hotter than anyone he’d ever seen, he couldn’t justify his actions.
And what the fuck did her smiley face text mean?
That was it, just a smiley.
Somehow, just seeing it, and knowing her finger had typed it and hit send—his cock was hard in an instant. He loosened his tie and poured a glass of whiskey. Then he sat down in his leather armchair, leaned back, and sighed.
Fuck, what a day.
He stared down at his lap, where he’d bent Kristen over him. He could still feel her tight ass in his palm. Soft and pale, a slight shade of pink in the outline of his hand. He remembered the way she’d tensed when he teased a finger around her puckered asshole.
She got what she deserved, coming in his goddamn bed without permission like some kind of animal. He wanted nothing more than to tame her, own her.
A sound came from the front door, and there wasn’t a knock. It slowly eased open.
What the fuck? Am I being robbed?
“Hey! What the fuck—?”
He started to get up from his chair, his heart thumping in his chest. But he saw it—one leg, and then the next. He knew that skirt anywhere.
Jesus, this was bad. She was just walking into his house now. Why did he ever bring her there? It’s not like she wouldn’t have found it anyway, though.
She was certifiably insane, and if he were being truthful with himself, he fucking loved every ounce of her crazy.
“Go home, Miss Monroe.” He said it before she’d even made her way through the door.
She came in and walked straight toward him, not speaking, just shaking her head.
“I’ll call the police.”
She pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a perky set of tits with light pink nipples. He leaned back farther in his chair and sipped his whiskey as if her presence meant nothing to him.
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“I’ll call the dean.” Her words were calm and pointed, like her hard nipples that bounced straight toward him.
He shook his head slowly, and she stopped. His eyes darted down to the floor and then back up to her.
The corners of her mouth curled up into a grin, and she got down onto her knees. “Better, professor?”
He took another sip of his whiskey and swirled the rocks in his glass. She crawled toward him, slowly across the carpet of his living room. His eyes stayed locked on hers the entire time. The little bitch was just begging to be taught a lesson.
He could see the curves of her ass behind her, where her skirt had already ridden up her hips. No panties. Her soft breasts lightly clapped together each time she moved.
She finally got to his feet, and she kissed each one of his shoes. He didn’t move an inch. Just sipped his whiskey, though it was a struggle to even breathe, and his palms began to sweat on the rocks glass.
Her hand slid up his leg toward his cock. He shook his head at her.
“May I touch your cock, sir?”
He made a show of setting his whiskey glass on the table next to him, then unzipped his pants and watched her eyes as he reached in for it. He finally pulled it out and fisted it in front of her face.
Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. She began to move, and he shook his head at her once more.
He looked down at her, beneath him, where she should be. “What do you think I should do with this cock?”
“Fuck me with it.”
“Have you been a good girl?”
She nodded at him.
He rose in front of her. “Don’t fucking touch it until I say.”
“Yes, sir.”
What the hell was he doing? He should be sending her out of the fucking house. Not making her beg for his dick.
“Go to my bedroom, and get on all fours in the middle of the bed. Completely naked. Pussy in the air for me to inspect.”
She rose to her feet and hurried toward his bedroom.
He watched her ass swaying in her skirt all the way down the hallway.
Fuck!
He was already in trouble. Huge trouble. He’d shoved his cock down her throat in an alley and spanked her ass red in his classroom. If something happened, shit would already hit the fan. Why shouldn’t he at least get to fuck her for his troubles?
He put his cock away for the moment and stalked back to the bedroom. Sure enough, she was completely naked, on all fours, in the middle of his bed. Her back was arched, and her pussy was in the air, like an offering.
Grant walked slowly toward her. Her ass wiggled side to side, like a dog wagging its tail in anticipation.
He stripped off his shirt and took down his pants so he was in nothing but boxer briefs. His cock jutted out against the fabric, harder than he’d ever been in his life.
He crawled up behind her, and she didn’t move an inch. He wasn’t even sure if she was breathing.
“What do we have here, Miss Monroe?” He leaned over, his mouth inches from her pussy, and exhaled warm breath over it.
He watched the goosebumps pebble across her ass and up the back of her arms. All he had to do was breathe on her and he could make her shiver.
“My pussy, sir. As requested.”
He lifted himself up and sat on his knees behind her, taking in every square inch of her body. His hand hovered millimeters from her pussy, and he could feel the heat radiating from it. He lightly grazed her slit with one finger and she shuddered at his touch.
Teasing her was almost as good as fucking her would be.
“What makes you think I should shove my cock into this?” He gripped her pussy, plunging his thumb inside, and massaged her clit hard with his fingers.
Her eyes closed, and she gulped, trying to remain still for him.
“Please, I want it,” she whispered on a moan.
He pulled his hand from her and quickly smacked her on the ass.
Crack!
The sound echoed off the walls.
He leaned down near her ear while he gripped her ass in the palm of his hand. “Beg for it.”
He reached beneath her and grabbed one of her breasts, then tweaked her nipple. He rolled it back and forth between his thumb and index finger.
“P-please, Jesus. Please fuck me, professor.”
“Is that what you really want?”
“God, yes, please.”
He shoved two fingers deep inside her, and she gasped. “Making sure it’s hot and wet before I stretch this cunt with my cock. Understand?”
She nodded and bit down on her lip. He smacked her ass again, simply because he could, and because he wanted to watch his pink handprint bounce against him in a few moments.
He gripped her by the hair, pulled his boxer briefs down, and yanked her head back, then lined up his cock with her entrance. He teased the head of his thick prick around her pussy and groaned.
“I can’t wait to watch this cock disappear in this little pussy.” He inched inside her, all the while staring down at it. “Fucking hell, that’s nice.”
He pulled back out, then eased it in again, just to watch it over and over.
“Stop teasing me. Fuck.”
He slapped his cock up against her clit and rubbed it back and forth. “You’re like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you? Can’t get this cock soon enough.”
“God, you’re so filthy.”
His hand tightened in her hair, and he yanked her head up to his mouth. “You’ll know filthy when I fuck you so hard you feel it next week.”
He smashed her head down into one of his pillows and rammed to the hilt.
She sucked in a huge gulp of air, and then belted out a moan. “Holy fuck.”
Euphoria flooded his body. He couldn’t remember ever having such a rush come over his senses, and his whole body tingled. A warmth washed over him, like opium or heroin. He’d just tapped into his drug of choice, and now he only wanted more and more.
He gripped her by both her hips and started a punishing pace. She was so petite, and her slick cunt clenched around him with each thrust.
“Oh my God, Grant. You feel so good. Right there. Fuck.”
He leaned over her back and clamped a hand over her mouth. “You talk too much when you should be sitting there getting fucked like a good little whore.”
She bit down on one of his fingers, hard enough to draw a fleck of blood. Grant loved the pain. He loved every second of what he was doing, this little game they played. She was his, to do whatever he wanted with, and my God, would she do anything.
It was insane, her showing up at his house, unannounced. Crawling to him on the floor. Who was this woman, and where had she been all his life?
He was dangerously close to blowing his load already, but he couldn’t stop. They were freight trains heading right at one another. He reached underneath them and stroked her clit with his fingers.
“Want to come on my dick, you little slut?”
She nodded, furiously.
“Yeah, you do. Tell me you love this cock in your pussy.”
“I love it. Fuck.” She paused and tried to catch her breath.
With each word, he shoved into her harder, trying to fuck any thoughts right out of her mind.
“I love your cock in my pussy.”
He sped up everything—the pace, how hard he was pounding into her, his fingers on her clit.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Fuck.” She drew out the syllable.
He dug his fingers into her hip with his free hand, hard enough to remind her she hadn’t answered his question.
“It’s your p-p-pussy.”
Smacking sounds of wet colliding thighs and hips rang out through the room, and he’d begun fucking her so hard that her words vibrated like she was being shaken.
“Goddamn right it is. Now come on my cock.”
She clamped down on him immediately, and he rode out wave after wave of her orgasm, buried as deep insi
de of her as he could push. Her hands shot out to her sides, and the sheets bunched up in her fingers as she clawed at them.
He crashed his chest down into her lower back, completely flattening her on the bed. He kept his cock buried balls deep and her legs pressed together. It was so fucking snug and tight he thought he might pass out.
Grant started to fuck her harder than he’d ever fucked anyone in his life. His whole mind went blank, and all he could hear were moans and screams that sounded in a tunnel a mile away. He was so focused on how tight and wet her hot cunt was wrapped around his cock the whole world faded.
Every ounce of tension in his body funneled down through his balls and rose up his shaft. Fuzzy stars danced in his vision, and he thought he might pass out he was so overwhelmed.
His cock finally kicked, and he released. Every neuron fired through his lower back and ripped up his spine, and hot waves of come jetted into the depths of Kristen’s pussy.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing himself farther into her, as deep as he could go, until the pressure was unbearable. Multiple waves rolled through his body as he groaned and shuddered on top of her.
After a few moments, the haziness cleared in his brain, and the world focused in front of his eyes. He’d been like a caveman, nothing more than an animal. Primal instincts had taken over.
Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and both of their bodies were coated in a fine, shimmering sheen of perspiration.
“Holy shit.” He leaned back and slipped out of her pussy.
For a moment, he could only sit there and stare at her body. He watched his hot load trickle out of her and down the inside of her thigh.
He couldn’t help but smile and feel a great satisfaction. He’d marked what was his.
What’d been a few fun encounters had turned into three times a week. Every time they ran into each other they fucked. No matter where they were. She was impossible to resist. He loved how willing she was to submit to him, and he loved her defiance. At times it was in his car, sometimes at his house. After they’d nearly been caught, he knew school wasn’t safe, but he couldn’t help it. It was the rush. It did something for him.
In addition to the mind-blowing sex, Grant was on his phone with Kristen all the time. They texted constantly. Whenever she wasn’t in class and he was free, they were messaging back and forth, asking how the other one was doing and whether they were having a good day. He smiled constantly. For the first time in years, Grant felt he had a genuine connection to someone and like she truly cared about him.
