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Authors: Celia Aaron
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“Yes. I just. I can’t. I mean. I don’t even . . .”
His face fell, the smile gone and sadness in its place. He pulled his hand back and was about to close the lid.
“No!” I grabbed his wrist.
“Yeah, I got it.” He dropped his gaze.
“No, I mean yes!”
“What?” The smile crept back into his eyes, his mouth.
“I meant yes. I was just so shocked but yes, a million times
yes
.”
He gripped my ass and scooted me toward him before plucking the ring from the box and placing it on my finger. It just fit.
“I can’t believe this.” I put my hands on his cheeks, the ring stunning but nowhere near as captivating as his smile, his eyes.
And then his arms were around my waist. He laid me gently back on the floor and stripped off his jacket and then his shirt. My eyes went right to the ink, to the profession of his love for me buried in his skin. I would have licked it if it were healed.
He pulled my jeans off and tossed them before unbuttoning his fly. He nestled between my legs and, in one swift move, impaled me as I squirmed beneath him.
“Let’s make this official.” He thrust deep into me and I moaned.
“I love you, wildcat.” He stared into my eyes, into my soul, and into the future he’d planned for us.
“I love you, too.”
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Forced by the Professor
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Forced by the Professor
Celia Aaron
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Forced by the Professor
Professor Stevens
She was late. Again. I ground my teeth and continued the lecture.
“Mr. Drake, tell me what level of scrutiny applies to fundamental rights?”
The student popped his mousy brown mop up from behind his laptop. “Um, I think—”
“You aren’t here to
think
Mr. Drake. You’re here to learn. You’re failing miserably at both, in any case.” I made a show of striking through his name on my list of class participation grades.
Humiliating a student did nothing to take the edge off, to stifle my need to punish her. I forced myself to keep discussing constitutional law instead of looking at the wooden door leading to the hall.
Where was she?
“
Strict
scrutiny, Mr. Drake. The highest form of scrutiny is applied when the government seeks to make any law that would infringe on fundamental rights—”
The door swung open. She strolled in, seemingly oblivious to the fact she was forty-five minutes late to a fifty minute class. Her blonde hair was pulled half up, the rest allowed to flow down her back. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew they were green. Her tits were large and plump, peeking over the top of her white tank top. I bet her nipples were a dark pink. Her pussy even pinker.
She climbed the risers to her seat. Her far too short black skirt swayed when she moved, and her heels made her ass jut out perfectly. I wanted to bury my face in it and lick until she screamed.
She had neither books nor a laptop in her arms.
All forty students in the room focused on her. The men gaped as did some of the women. I gripped the podium until my knuckles turned white. She was mine.
All mine
. All the gawkers – male and female – needed to know they had no chance with her.
I wanted to work violence on each one of them that dared to look at her. Instead, I stayed put behind the podium out of necessity, my cock having leapt to attention with the first inkling that she was near.
The tables formed a horseshoe in the room, eight rows of them, each higher than the last. She was in the middle, where the rows were extra far apart. I could see her tits, her face. I could also see her skirt, her legs, her hooker heels.
“You’re late, Ms. Finnegan.” I gave her a hard look.
She needed discipline. I would be the one to give it to her. She tempted me day in, day out. Showing up to class late. Playing on her cell phone while I lectured. Never turning in homework. And then she wore the most provocative clothing, just to get to me.
Her cocktease was about to come to an end. I was going to take her, one way or another. I wanted my hands around her throat, constricting her as I rammed my cock so deep into her that my balls slapped against her ass with every stroke. But before I even got to that, I planned on giving her the lashes she deserved. Every single one.
“Sorry, professor.” She smiled innocently, her red lips spreading to reveal her even, white teeth. “Car trouble.”
“Well, Ms. Finnegan, can you tell me what level of scrutiny applies when a government makes a law affecting the right to vote?”
She looked down at her empty desk before slyly looking back up at me. “I seem to have forgotten my book and my notes, professor.”
I scrubbed a shaking hand down my face. Fuck, I wanted to discipline her right then and there in front of everyone. “Ms. Finnegan, you are aware of the rules of my classroom, are you not?”
She smiled again, but didn’t speak. Infuriating.
“You are aware that you are expected to—”
She casually let her legs fall open slightly beneath the table. She wasn’t wearing any panties. In the shadow between her milky thighs, I got a glimpse of blonde curls and sweet, sweet pink. I stifled a groan.
“I’m really sorry, professor.” She smiled again.
“We’ll continue this lecture on Thursday. If I discover that any single one of you has failed to prepare for my class, I will mark everyone down half a letter grade.”
The students erupted in complaints. I didn’t care. I wanted them gone. I couldn’t rip my gaze away from what was mine. She let her leg loll a little farther to the side, giving me an even better view of her pussy. I licked my lips.
“Out! All of you!”
The students packed up, stowing their books and laptops before grumbling their way out of the room. She stood, as if leaving right along with them. I cursed her for taking away such a captivating sight. But I would get a better view. One that was much, much closer. She’d finally driven me over the edge. Today was the day she would find out just how far I would go to give her the discipline she so sorely needed.