“I kissed your shoe. Now, please may I climax?” My voice rises to a whine, making me cringe.
“Hump it.”
Sitting back on my heels, I tilt my head and frown. “What does that even mean?”
Professor Segul stretches out the foot I just kissed and places it flush against my pussy—against my aching clit. The touch sends a burst of tingles across every nerve ending and settles in my core with a startling jolt.
“Oh.”
“Oh, indeed.” He raises a brow. “Be a good girl and take your reward.”
The last shred of my dignity tells me to get up and walk away, but the heat in his gaze burns it to cinders.
Am I really going to hump the professor’s shoe like a bitch in heat?
ChapterTwenty-Two
PHOENIX
Just when I thought nothing could be more humiliating than the wine bottle, Professor Segul finds something even worse.
Every limb in my body trembles as I shuffle closer to him and place one hand on the arm of his chair and the other on the desk to hold myself steady.
He stares down at me, his eyes blazing.
Even though his pupils are dilated, the glacial blue of his irises warm with a tiny ring of fire. He breathes hard, his nostrils slightly flared. The sick fucker is getting off on this.
The only thing that keeps me going is the prospect that I’m ruining his polished shoes with my moisture.
I rock forward, rubbing my clit against the toe of his shoe. Jolts of pleasure explode from my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan.
“Shhhh…” he places a finger over my lips.
If I wasn’t so fucking horny right now, I would bite it, but I can’t let him pull back that foot.
“Look at you, rutting my shoe like a bitch,” he says as though reading my thoughts.
“No,” I whisper.
“What a little slut you are, taking pleasure wherever you can, even if it’s from your lecturer’s shoe.”
I clamp my lips together to stop myself from crying out because the worst thing about rubbing my clit against the toe of a man’s shoe would be having someone catch me doing it.
Sweat breaks out across my brow as I build up a steady rhythm.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “You look so good riding me like an eager slut.”
Professor Segul’s denigrating words roll off my skin like soft caresses.
My nipples tighten, and the muscles of my pussy clench and relax at the cadence of his insults. Shit. I could come at the mere sound of his voice.
“Tell me how much you want to cum,” he says.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Tell me you have a greedy little pussy,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I do.” The words tumble from my lips. “It’s greedy. Just for you.”