Page 104 of Wicked Little Secret
“Perhaps. But if you have nothing else to add, then I believe we’re done here. As I said, I have an engagement to get to.”
“Right, Theron. I’ll come by some other time. I’m serious when I say we can’t afford any more trouble with Valentine.Youknow that more than anyone.”
I’m thrashing under the desk, my hands on Professor Adler’s thighs to push myself up. He doesn’t let me, forcing my head back down every time I try. I grow lightheaded, thinking about how I never imagined I’d pass out with a butt plug in my ass and my professor’s dick in my mouth…
The door closes behind Dean Rothenberg. Professor Adler scoots his chair back and yanks my head back by his fist in my curls. Saliva drips from my swollen lips and my eyes are bleary peering up at him.
His dick gleams with my saliva, standing tall and fully erect.
He surprises me with a crude grin. “You never fail to impress me, Miss Oliver. Are you aware?”
“No, Professor…” I breathe.
He thumbs my wet bottom lip. “I can’t even be mad with you when you’re so damn brilliant. But this is still not over. There will be consequences for your disobedience. We’ll start with you finishing me off. Right now.”
I gasp for one more breath as he forces my head back down on his stiff, engorged dick…
It’s nightfall by the time we’re so sore and spent, we’re rolling over in a daze on my bed. The afternoon blurred into a mad dash to my apartment where we proceeded to wrench each other’s clothes off and make the most of our private time.
Professor Adler delivered like he said he would, ensuring I was sufficiently punished for acting out. He happened to have the medium plug in his satchel, which he proceeded to insert into my tiny, aching hole and forced screams of pleasure from me as he jerked it deep.
We fucked on the floor of my living room, then on the sofa, his hips bucking aggressively as I buried my face into a throw pillow.
Now, as the clock inches toward nine, we have nothing else to give.
I can barely bring myself to move, laying back against the pillows. He’s the same, on his back with an arm folded under his head. The other grips my thigh like he still can’t help himself, even in exhaustion. His hair’s as wild as mine, rumpled and hanging over his brow.
“So…” I murmur, tilting my head to the side for a look at him. “Dinner?”
His fingers drum up my thigh, then across my stomach. “I wish we could have a real dinner.”
“Is takeout not real dinner?”
“You know what I mean, Nyssa,” he says, circling my navel. “At a sit down restaurant. Aniceone. Out in public.”
“You mean you want to take me on a date, Professor?”
He glowers which makes me laugh and then straighten up my act. He’s being serious right now while I’m determined to keep things light and playful. I give a clear of my throat and then try again.
“Theron, I get it. We can’t exactly walk the downtown streets together.”
“But we should be able to. In a just world.”
“What about outside of Castlebury? We could go to Madison?—”
“Too risky. Anyone from Castlebury could be in the area.”
“You sure you’re not hiding me? You don’t have a wife and kids, do you?”
“Hide you?” Offense thickens in his tone. “Why in the world would I everwantto hide you? Do you hear yourself? Do you realize how special you are? How privileged I am?”
The breath I release has a note of humor. “Theron?—”
“I’m serious,” he interrupts sharply. “I don’t think you grasp how… you don’t understand your worth, Nyssa.”
“I’m a human being. Just like anybody else.”
“Not to me.” He grips my chin and plants his lips on mine in a kiss that’s so abruptly passionate, my head reels. I find myself seeping into the kiss, seeking out more despite the fact that my body aches from our previous sessions. He kisses me ’til he’s satisfied, then draws back to peer much too deeply into my eyes. “If you were just fifteen or twenty years older, you’d…”