She smirks at me. “It makes it easier, doesn’t it?”
I growl and reach into my desk drawer, pulling out a gun. It may be questionable having a gun in my office when I’m a professor, but you can never be too careful when you are teaching the offspring of mobsters.
Oak is aware I have one and most of the staff also have guns stowed somewhere, just in case.
Her brow furrows when she sees it, pushing up onto her elbows. “What’s that for?”
I show her it’s loaded silently and then put the safety off, rubbing the muzzle through her soaking wet cunt.
“Sir?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“I’m going to fuck you with it.”
She shudders, her eyes dilating with fear. “But, what if—”
“I won’t kill you, Camilla.”
She wets her lips, shaking in a way I’ve not yet witnessed before. “You may not on purpose, but what if—”
“Stop thinking, malishka.” I thrust the barrel of the gun into her and she cries out, eyes clamping shut as if she expects it to go off the moment it’s inside of her. “Just feel. It’s fun to live life on the edge.”
The fear at the moment is overruling her pleasure, and the sick sadistic side of me enjoys seeing her squirm. I watch the way her eyes dilate so much there’s almost no brown left visible and her chest rises and falls in ragged, frantic breaths.
I reach up with my other hand and grab her wrist, finding her pulse racing beneath my thumb. Her fear only fuels my sickness as I fuck her harder. Even if she’s scared, her pussy is soaking wet, the gun making a wet sound with each thrust.
My cock is so hard it’s dripping on to the desk as I loom over her. I’ve always enjoyed being the source of someone’s fear as much as I enjoy inflicting pain.
I thrust my gun in and out of her harder and faster, knowing that one wrong move could spell disaster.
The thrill tightens my balls as I watch her fear dissolve and the pleasure takes over.
“Do you like that?” I ask, watching her as she moans softly. “Do you like me fucking your greedy little cunt with my gun?”
Her eyes clamp shut, but she nods her head, as if she’s too afraid to vocalize that she’s enjoying it.
“How about if I shove it in your ass while I fuck your greedy cunt?”
She gasps, eyes shooting open. “You wouldn’t—”
“Don’t push me, Camilla. You know full well I will now.”
Her throat bobs as that fear returns, going to war with the pleasure. I pull out a bottle of lube and squirt some onto the barrel of the gun.
While she’s not looking, I switch the safety on. I may be crazy, but the risk of me trying to fuck her and control the gun is too much.
It’s best to be safe than sorry, but she doesn’t need to know that.
And then I push it against her tight ring of muscles.
She’s so tense that I have to force it through, working the muzzle in and out a few times before she relents.
“Good girl, take that gun in your ass.”
Her lip quivers and she looks like she might be on the edge of a breakdown. I should have some kind of conscious and stop, but she doesn’t know how fucking good this will be.
She doesn’t know just how amazing her orgasm will be with the threat of death hanging over her head.
I push forward and slam my cock deep inside of her cunt.