My fucking world rocked again.
I had to brace myself with one hand against my desk as we embraced and I felt her plump lips against mine. They opened eagerly for my tongue. I slid inside just like I was going to slide my cock into her tight little pussy and claim her as mine. I reached around and cupped her ass. It was just as firm as last night, but this time I couldn’t resist. I slid my hand down the back of her pants and felt the soft skin there.
Fuck. She’s not wearing any panties!
“Mr. Grey,” she stammered, breaking our embrace. “I—I shouldn’t. I’m here on a scholarship and if I do something to have that taken away from me—”
“A scholarship, eh?” I replied with a smile. “Well, princess, you know what you have to do to keep a scholarship, don’t you?”
Those innocent eyes stared back at me, but behind them was a hint of fierce desire.
“Work for it.”
Chapter Four
Lizbeth
“Work for it.”
I shivered again, but it had nothing to do with the cold. Every inch of my body was
tingling, craving his touch, crying out for me to submit to his each and every whim and desire.
But it was wrong…
I knew that. He was my professor and I was his student, and countless college scandals had broken from relationships like this.
Relationships? Was my mind really already going there?
But as I melted beneath his touch, on fire for him, pulsing with desire as he cupped my bare ass with his strong hand and pulled me down against him, forcing me to grind against the enormous bulge in his pant leg…
It was wrong. He was my professor, an older man with power and authority over me. I knew it was wrong. But I didn’t care.
In fact, I loved it.
“W-work for it?” I whispered as his fingers walked their way down to the cleft of my ass and began to move in towards…
“That’s right,” he replied. “Like you said, I’m your professor, and if you want to keep that scholarship of yours, you’re going to be a good little student for me and work for it.”
I swallowed nervously and stared up into his powerful eyes. I was completely under his control, held in place not only by his incredible grip but by his stare. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life. Compared to every other guy I’d ever met—he was leagues above them. In fact, he was in a league of his own.
“Come,” he told me. “You were late to class today and now you’re being called to the teacher’s office.”
I let out a moan as he took me by the wrist and began to walk me towards the side door of the lecture hall. His grip was like a handcuff, forcing me to submit to him. Follow without questioning—that’s what that grip was telling me. Before I knew it, we were through the door and he was closing a second door behind me. And then, we were alone.
Alone in my anatomy professor’s office.
“You’re all wet,” he told me. I gasped before realizing he was referring to my clothes. Or was he? He growled like an animal as he reached past me and locked the door behind me. His dominance terrified me…
…and I liked it.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked. “Good grades. Never been in trouble?”
“Yes…”
How did he know?
“You’re innocent. Really innocent, aren’t you?”