I nod, my head falling back as he continues to devour my skin with his teeth and lips. “I want your cock so bad, sir.”
“Fuck,” he groans, as he forces my back against the wall. I feel his hand between my thighs and he tears at my panties, the fabric ripping apart at the force he exerts.
“You are so fucking wet.” he slams two fingers inside of me suddenly with no warning, making me moan as I arch into him. “Such a dirty little slut, Miss Morrone. My dirty little slut.”
“Yours, sir.”
“I’m going to punish you properly tonight.”
My brow furrows. “What for?”
“For that climax during our first session. It was a punishment, not a reward.” He drops me to my feet and then sinks to his knees in front of me, lifting one of my thighs up. “Now be a good girl and hold still.”
I shudder as he lifts the skirt of my dress, struggling to work out how this is in any way a punishment.
His tongue flicks against my throbbing clit and my knees almost give out. However, he steadies me with his strong hand. And then his tongue delves deeper between my thighs as he feasts on me like a beast.
My head rolls back against the rough brick wall behind me and I struggle to draw enough oxygen into my lungs.
Is this really happening?
I glance back down at him to find his unique hazel eyes fixed on my face as he sucks, nips, and licks at me. It’s hardly believable that Gavril Nitkin is between my thighs, devouring me the way I’ve only ever dreamed of in my fantasies.
The intensity in his gaze both thrills and scares me as he pushes me higher. The pressure within is building at such a speed I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold on much longer. “Oh God, professor,” I moan, sliding my fingers through his dark hair. “I’m going to come.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and then he stops suddenly, leaving me gasping and on the edge of release.
“But bad girls don’t get to climax, Camilla.” The tone of his voice is downright evil as he raises a brow. “You don’t deserve to climax.”
My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I realize that was his intention all along.
Punish me.
I swallow hard. “Are you serious?”
The smirk that twists onto his lips is devilish. “Deadly.” He bites my thigh suddenly hard enough to hurt. “I want to keep dangling you on the edge of the cliff and watch you squirm in blissful agony while I deny you over and over until you’re crying with desperation.” He bites my other thigh. “And even then, I won’t relent.”
I shudder at the thought of him tormenting me like that, but a part of me enjoys the idea. What the hell is wrong with me?
“I wonder if this punishment will finally break you. Is orgasm denial the ultimate punishment for a dirty girl like you, Miss Morrone?”
I swallow hard, knowing that what I said before was true. Anything this man does to me is enjoyable, even if he torments me to tears. Even if by the end, I’m begging him for release. “I don’t know, sir.”
He tilts his head slightly. “Let’s find out.”
And then he’s devouring me again, his eyes focused on my face as if searching it for cues how close I am to coming apart.
I arch my back further against the brick wall and slide my fingers through his hair, which results in an animal like growl.
“No touching, Morrone.”
I force my fingers out of his hair and sigh heavily, keeping them pinned against the wall behind me. “So unfair.”
He nips at my clit with his teeth, sending a shock wave through my entire body. “Punishment is never fair, Camilla.”
I groan as his tongue drives me closer again, my breathing becoming labored. It’s ridiculous how skilled he is at this. How easily he pushes me toward my climax as he watches my face.
I try to keep it impassive, but it’s impossible. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve felt. “Professor,” I rasp, staring down at those because hazel eyes in awe.
“What, Miss Morrone?” he asks, smirking up at me devilishly.