I also know that he killed the man who called me a whore, just so Crius would never find out I existed.
“Do you remember your safe words?” he says with a smirk.
I smirk back. “Do your worst,Professor.”
His face hardens, as though my words have flipped a switch. My breath catches and my pussy tightens with a jolt of arousal.
Oh shit.
It’s about to get rough.
He flips me over, so I’m lying face-down on the bed. I raise my head, trying to get a look at how he’s going to pull out his cock from under those robes, but he shoves my head back onto the mattress.
“Be a good girl and open for your professor.”
A moan slips from my lips.
He kicks my legs apart, spreading me wide, and flips up the back of my bathrobe. A slap lands on my buttock, sending a shockwave of pleasure across my nerves.
I gasp into the quilt.
“Wet for me already, Miss Stahl?” he growls, his fingers gliding over my slick folds.
“Always,” I say through ragged breaths.
“I can’t get enough of your pretty ass.” He slaps the other buttock, hard enough to make me hiss.
My pussy clenches, and I raise my hips, wanting him, needing him, yearning for his huge cock.
He yanks off the belt of my bathrobe, grabs my forearms, and ties them behind my back. I pull my wrists, testing the restraints, but there’s little give.
Knowing that I’m now completely helpless and at his mercy sends a wave of relaxation through my body that uncoils my muscles. His weight settles on my back, and it feels like a cocoon.
“I’m going to fuck you long and hard, Miss Stahl, do you want to know why?”
Tingles skitter across my skin. “W-why?”
“Because you belong to me.” He reaches beneath my body and grabs my breast.
“These perky tits are mine.” His other hand reaches down and slides a finger into my pussy.
“This wet cunt is mine.” His thumb circles my asshole, making me shiver. “This tight ass is mine.”
“Yours,” I say, my voice breathy.
“Do you know what I do with what’s mine?” He pulls out his finger and enters me in one stroke, detonating explosions across every pleasure center.
My mouth opens in a silent scream.
“You feel so good. See how your pussy welcomes its master.”
I squeeze and pulse around him and try to shake my head but the pleasure of being stretched so wide is all-consuming. No matter how much I protest, it’s only part of the game. I know deep down in my soul that I belong to Marius Segul.
“Fuck,” I say through clenched teeth. “You’re too big.”
Marius bites down on my neck. “You’ll take your professor’s cock like a good little student. And don’t forget that I’ll be grading you for technique.”
I cry out, my pussy tightening.