Page 103 of Wicked Little Secret
In a matter of sixty seconds, the room has emptied. The silence becomes poignant and deafening. Professor Adler hasn’t moved. He’s said nothing, his glare telling enough.
A cool shiver courses down my spine. I’ve done it now…
“Come here,” he says finally. “Now.”
I slide out from under my desk and do as he says, starting toward him. My short skirt flits about my thighs, a distraction as he watches me approach. The instant I’m within reach, he’s grabbing me by the throat to draw my face to his.
Wedged in between him and his desk, I have no choice but to meet his ire head on.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you, Miss Oliver?” he hisses. “Did you really think it was smart trying to tease me in the middle of class? Answer me!”
I blink innocently at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Professor.”
His grip tightens at the base of my throat while he shoves his other hand under my skirt to roughly grope my pussy. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Miss Oliver. I see going easy on you with the small plug was a mistake!”
My heart beats faster in excitement, but before I can respond, the door’s tugged open. I’m shoved under the desk and Professor Adler desperately reaches for some papers to pretend he’s shuffling them.
“Theron!” calls Dean Rothenberg obliviously. He starts down the steps that lead toward the front of the lecturehall. “I hoped I’d catch you. But I saw your students out in the halls. Have they been released early?”
Professor Adler takes his seat. I scoot further back underneath his desk and realize why once he does—he’s sporting ahugebulge in the front of his pants. I clap a hand over my mouth to keep from releasing the petty giggle bubbling up inside me.
If that’s not the definition of holding power over a man as composed and put-together as he is…
Clearing his throat, Professor Adler says, “Yes, I released them a few minutes early. I have an engagement to go to.”
“I see. Already ahead of the course material, eh? You’ve always been one of Castlebury’s brightest. Even when you were a student here.”
“Yes, well, I aim to educate.”
As the mundane conversation carries on above me and the butt plug aches no less inside me, I prop myself up on my knees and decide to finish my provocation. After what I’ve been put through, it’s deserved as far as I’m concerned.
I reach for Professor Adler’s zipper and tug it down. His hand shoots to mine to stop me, but he can’t do much more than grip my hand if he doesn’t want to rouse suspicion from Dean Rothenberg, who’s prattling on and on about the school. His hard erection springs free and I quickly come in close to swipe my tongue against its veiny, velvety length.
Professor Adler hisses, then coughs to cover up the sound.
My lips curl into a little smile before I’m wrapping them around his thick head. I run my tongue across the top, tasting the light salt in his glistening precum.
Above me, Dean Rothenberg’s moved onto talking about Professor Adler’s father. “Thurman was an excellentlegal scholar. As much of an asset as Vise was. It’s no wonder he’s had as much success as he has. Shame he retired early…”
My tongue twines around his thick girth before I take him in my mouth. He tenses up in his chair, his voice strained when he answers Dean Rothenberg’s next question.
I stroke him and suck away, making it extra slick and wet, doing my best to push him to his limits.
It’s a strange sense of power I have on my knees torturing him with my mouth, almost making him lose control. I bring him right to the edge, where his dick’s throbbing and twitching inside my mouth and he’s one flick of my tongue from coming…
“I’m guessing you can’t meet with me and some of the other faculty and board members this afternoon. We really need to get a hold on this Valentine business. I’m sure you remember from last time how it damaged the school’s reputation.”
“If this is about Jackson Wicker, it does seem he was targeted for a reason. The news report stated they found him stripped naked with a teddy bear and his personal laptop open to the hundreds of children’s photographs he had saved over the years.”
“Well, we have no control over the personal lives of our board members.”
“I think you and I both know, Dean, there are certainly ways to clean house,” Professor Adler grits out, barely holding on.
His fingers dig deep into my curls ’til my scalp’s prickling from sharp pain, and then he shoves my head all the way down against his groin. His dick slides straight toward the back of my throat and I almost choke.
The simple act of breathing becomes complicated as I struggle to breathe through my nose.
“I suppose,” answers Dean Rothenberg. “Well, we’ll have to figure something out. We can’t afford any more scandal.”