“That’s not me,” she says, her voice rising.
“Relax.” I place a hand on her left cheek and massage it with gentle strokes. “You did extremely well.”
She makes a noise of protest.
“How was it?”
“Terrible,” she replies with a huff.
“Indeed?” I smirk and run my fingers over the hem of her skirt. “What would I find if I lifted up your skirt?”
Phoenix groans, and I already know she’ll be soaked. After flipping the fabric up around her waist, I pull her knickers to one side. My gaze skips over the plug and lands straight to her glistening pussy.
“You little liar,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. “You’re so wet.”
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my lengthening cock.
I adjust it toward my waistband, so it doesn’t get in the way. As much as I’d like to pound into Phoenix until she sees stars, I want to make sure she’s prepared.
“It turns out you like anal play just as much as you enjoy worshipping my feet.”
“I don’t like either.”
“Your pussy says otherwise.” I run my fingers down her wet slit, gathering up the moisture. Phoenix shivers under my touch and moans.
“Lick.” I bring my fingers to her lips.
She sucks on them, running her tongue up and down the digits like she’s desperate to suck my cock. When she’s licked them clean, I withdraw them and scoop up my own share of her wetness and stick a finger in my mouth.
“Hmmm… you taste so fucking good.”
Phoenix wiggles her ass and makes a happy sound. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Once I’ve removed the plug.” I spread her cheeks wide. “Relax.”
“What, now?” she replies, her voice breathy.
After peeling off the tape, I pull on the rubber tubing, and the deflated plug eases out of her ass. I wrap the entire thing in the napkins and place it in the toy box.
“Any objections to being fucked here?” I ask.
“But what if I make a sound?” she whispers.
A knock sounds on the door, making us both flinch. I push the fabric of her knickers back into place, close the toy box, and stand.
“Yes?” I turn to the door.
“Athena Belus, Women’s Officer of the Student Union,” says an officious female voice. “Open up.”
My jaw clenches. “Come back when you have an appointment.”
She pounds on the door. “Open the door, Professor Segul. We know you are alone with a female student.”
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
Phoenix scrambles off the sofa and stands, her features a mask of panic.
“Sit over there.” I nod in the direction of the chair opposite the desk. “And place your bag on your lap.”