“No?” I pull out my finger.
“Fuck, no,” she moans as I slide it back in. “I’d rather spend my time studying Finance and Accountancy. Now, please may I cum?”
“All this for just a climax.” I keep my voice light. “Are you that needy?”
“No, I really mean it.”
“Do you know what I think?”
“What?” she asks, her voice strained.
“Dirty girls who stay in to do their homework deserve rewards.”
With the tips of two fingers in her slick pussy, I rub up and down strokes over her clit with the side of my thumb. By now, Phoenix is so close to climaxing that it only takes a few seconds to push her over the edge.
She arches back and cries out. Her little pussy twitches around my fingers, making something in me rumble with satisfaction. I continue stroking her clit until her orgasm slows.
Moments later, Phoenix slumps against my chest, panting hard through parted lips. Beads of sweat soak her brow, and her eyes stare unfocused into the book case.
My fingers are drenched with her arousal. I bring them to my mouth and savor her taste before rubbing the wetness on her lips.
“Lick it clean.”
She draws back. “What?”
I wrap a hand around the back of her slender neck. “Do as you’re told.”
Phoenix sighs, parts her lips, and lets me slide my fingers into her mouth. She runs her tongue up and down my digit and hums, the sound going straight to my aching cock.
This dirty little angel will be my undoing.
When I’m satisfied that she’s sucked all her arousal off my fingers, I pull them out of her mouth.
“I don’t get you,” she murmurs into my neck. “One minute, you’re a sadistic bastard, then the next, such a gentleman.”
“Which was I just now?” I cradle her in my arms.
“Who knows?” she slurs.
I carry her downstairs, where she can at least sleep off the rest of her hangover in the dark.
When she recovers from her delicate state, I won’t be quite so gentlemanly.
ChapterThirty-One
PHOENIX
Hours later, when I wake up again, the pounding in my head has gone, replaced with the ache of an empty stomach. I shift, only to feel the glide of silk sheets against my skin.
When I inhale, my nostrils fill with the scent of leather. Professor Segul must have taken me back to his dungeon.
This is confirmed when I crack open an eye to find myself surrounded by the heavy drapes of his four-poster. Red light streams in, causing vertical patterns across the sheets, but there’s no sign of the man.
“Ugh, why do I always wake up here alone?” I mutter under my breath and push myself up to sit against the padded leather headboard.
I’ve decided that his home reflects his personality. The upstairs is perfect, pristine, and polished but beneath the surface there’s darkness, decadence, and depravity.
“Professor?” I murmur.