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“Good,” she swallows. “Professor.”
“Mm. Tell me: Do you like presenting for your professor, Miss Swanson? Showing him this pretty, slick cunt?”
“Y-yes.”
I can’t decide if I should spank her for that or reward her. What starts as a firm slap to her ass ends with me trailing my fingers through her heat, sucking in a gasp of my own when I feel how wet and soft she is.
Goddamn it.
Well, I did tell her this would be quick.
Stroking my thumb against her clit, I drop my voice lower. “This cunt pleases me, Miss Swanson. That means you get to come on my fingers before I fuck you.”
She whimpers, rearing up slightly. “Please, Professor.”
I unhook my belt with one hand, pulling it through the loops. “Give me your wrists. Place them against your back.”
She shifts, balancing carefully while she moves into position. I secure the leather around her wrists in a loose loop, stroking her pulse as I go and pausing to check in with her. “Good, darling?”
Her nod is fervent. “Yes, Professor.”
My voice stays quiet. “I want to knot you,” I say, admitting it to myself as much as her.
She moans softly. “Please, Spencer. Please.”
I can see how much she wants it—how her body literally flutters at the thought. My thumb slides up from her clit to tease the clutching muscles. “Okay, darling girl. You can have my knot, hmm? Take it in this beautiful cunt until you scream for me.”
Her sloping spine rises on an inhale. “W-won’t everyone hear us, Professor? All your colleagues… and my?—”
“Yes,” I grit, shoving at my pants until they bunch around my quads. “You’ll scream while I knot this pussy, Miss Swanson. You’ll scream loud enough for every one of your other professors to hear you and know you’re mine.”
Possession roars through my blood. I’ll be damned if any of the assholes I work with think they can take what’s mine. And she needs to know, too.
I’ll show her.
Teach her that this game is only for me.
Starting with my hand around her throat.
The second I close my fingers around the claim mark branded into her neck, her perfume explodes. A dense fog of arousal, so sweet I swear I can taste it in the air.
My pulse throbs in my dick and my knot, twitching in the open air behind her exposed pussy. I slip my touch back over her clit, licking my lower lip and pulling it between my teeth while I watch her clench and writhe into the pressure.
When she comes, a gush of slick slips out of her sex. And I can’t restrain myself one second longer.
“Very good, Miss Swanson,” I growl, lining myself up at her pulsing core. “Now, can you pull my knot into your pussy?”
She pants, nodding. The hand at her throat tenses as I press forward, sinking the first few inches into her glorious warmth. She starts to whine but muffles the noise against the desk.
I strangle a groan, speaking over it while I land a slap to her ass. “What did I say about hiding your moans?”
“Sorry, Professor,” she demurs, shifting to take more of me. But I hold still, making her beg. “I’ll be good,” she breathes. “I promise.”
I smile, knowing she can’t see me. “Hmm. All right then.”
Plush heat slides around my cock as I push deeper. Another snarl sloughs out, met by a gorgeous keen from Serena.
I ordinarily hate noise—but this? The fact that every cry from her lips means she’s mine, screaming and gushing on my dick for every last person in this building to hear?
