This is probably a trick.
He gazes down at me, his eyes dancing. “Well?”
The way he elongates that vowel, like he’s the morally gray hero of my romance novel, makes me think he’s serious about getting me off. It takes every effort not to pant when I nod.
“Very well then.” He steps back, allowing me to crawl out from under the desk. “Beg.”
My aching jaw drops. “What?”
“You heard me the first time,” he says.
I did, but I hoped he wasn’t serious.
“Beg.”
My teeth clack together. “Are you joking?” I snarl. “After over an hour—”
“Forty-eight minutes.”
“Forty-eight fucking minutes of licking and sucking you, and after three days straight of giving you blow jobs,Ihave to grovel?”
He just stares down at me with that dangerous glower—the one that tells me I’m trying his patience. The one that tells me I’m about to get into trouble.
“Alternatively, I could spank you until your mascara runs down your face.”
No.
Fucking.
Way.
“Please,” I say from between clenched teeth.
“Please, what?” he replies.
“Please, let me cum,” I grit out. “Sir.”
He sits back on his chair. “Kiss my shoe.”
“What?” I blurt.
“You and I both know you have a foot fetish.” He turns his chair to the side and stretches out his right foot.
My cheeks burn with humiliation. Is this how far I’ve sunk? Crawling on my hands and knees to kiss a guy’s foot because I’m desperate to get my pussy licked?
His scowl deepens, and a ripple of terror travels straight to my clit. I have never in my miserable fucking existence felt so turned on.
Shit.
Every inch of my skin is aflame, and my limbs tremble with each step toward the professor. My aching jaw clenches as I lower my head and press my lips to the toe of his shoe.
My nostrils fill with a mix of leather and boot polish, reminding me of his playroom and the four-poster bed. I get flashbacks of being made to climax over and over until my body gave up, and the muscles of my core spasm in remembrance.
Bloody hell, maybe I do have a foot fetish.
The things I would do just to experience the intensity of those orgasms just once.
I pull back, breathing hard, and meet his satisfied gaze.