POV: Harper
"This will be the last time, do you understand?"
Simon tugged his tie free impatiently. I could almost believe he was angry with the situation he was in, if not for the deliciously large bulge in his pants. That, and the fact that he had practically dragged me upstairs and into his room.
I slipped out of my vest and tossed it, my gaze locked on his. Slowly, I began to unbutton my shirt. "Whatever you say, Professor," I replied. I knew I shouldn't be reminding him he was doing something very naughty with his student, but I couldn't help myself. "You know I always do as I'm told."
"Stop calling me that." He stripped off his shirt, giving me a nice view of his well-toned chest and abs. "And if you did as you were told, you wouldn't be here."
"I guess it depends what you tell me to do." I wriggled out of my skirt. Standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear and a smile, I watched him undress.
"Get on the bed."
"Yes, sir." I know he meant for me to lie down, but I felt a little cheeky, so I just sat down on the side of the bed.
Now completely naked, he closed the distance between us until he stood in front of me. Our gazes locked, I slowly moved backward toward the middle of the bed. When I was fully on top of the bed, he crawled on top of me.
His mouth took mine in an urgent, bruising kiss that blew all the air out of my lungs. I moaned, my back arching in pleasure and gratification. God, I missed the taste of him. The past few days had been torture for me. I thought that if I stayed away for a while, he'd yearn for me as much as I did him. The way he was practically assaulting my throat with his tongue told me I was right.
I couldn't take a full breath until he finally broke off the kiss to nuzzle my neck. "God damn it, Harper," he muttered. "Why can't I stay away from you?"
I knew the answer to that. Simon wanted me because he shouldn't have me. I was the forbidden fruit. I was too young, he kept reminding me, even as he fucked me again and again. Today, he just found out I was his student. Not only was he lusting after a woman young enough to be his daughter, but he was also her professor. Jesus, the skewed power dynamics of our entire relationship must be driving him crazy. No matter how much he protested — more to himself than to me — I knew all I had to do was walk into a room to give him an erection. His protestations were just a way to assuage his guilt, to give me a chance to say no.
He didn't understand that it was not I who had to answer yes or no. I asked the questions, not him. If he didn't want me, he wouldn't have fucked me.
If he didn't want me, I wouldn't be here in his bedroom. On his bed. Lying underneath his large, strong, naked body. Writhing in arousal as he seared kisses down my body.
Impatiently, he felt around for the clasp of my bra and undid it with a flick of his fingers. His lips clamped around one breast. I moaned out loud, my eyeballs rolling almost to the back of my head in sheer arousal. Jesus. Of all the men I've been with, no one could reduce me to a trembling heap of arousal like Simon could. I felt like a musical instrument that only he knew how to play.
He took his time, the bastard. By the time he was kissing his way down my stomach, I was desperate to have his cock deep inside me. When he pulled my thong down to my ankles and tossed them away, I nearly fainted in anticipation. But instead of thrusting his thick, throbbing dick between my legs, he put his mouth on my pussy.
"Simon!" I gasped, digging my fingers into his hair.
His tongue found my clit and suddenly any words I wanted to say turned into an incoherent jumble of squeals and moans. His hot breath and the rough scruff on his chin on my sensitive skin set my body on fire almost as much as his tongue.
"Fuck!" I nearly screamed, my hips bucking again. I gripped his hair harder, as though I could hold on tightly enough to keep from bouncing off the bed. "Don't stop... please!"
He didn't. He flicked his tongue against my delicate bud with even more relentless determination. I came with a violent shudder, gasping and moaning his name.
"Simon! Oh, fuck... Oh, Simon!"
"What did you call me, Ms. Conlan?" he growled.
"Sorry, sir." I let out a sharp exhale. "Professor!"
I screamed again when he continued his assault with his tongue. "Oh, Professor Bedford," I moaned. "Please, sir... don't stop..."
He gave a grunt of approval but didn't stop working his tongue on my clit until the last of my orgasm ebbed.
"You've been very naughty in class, Ms. Conlan," Simon said.
I watched him under heavy eyelids, my heart still racing from just having cum so hard. He rose on his knees and crawled back on top of me.
"I'm sorry, professor."
He rubbed his fingertips over my right nipple. "Were you deliberately trying to distract me?"
My heart leapt in my throat. Shit. This was even hotter than I expected. "Yes, sir."
"Do you know what I do to students who distract me during a lecture?" His gaze seared mine, even as his fingers continue working my nipple.
"No, sir."
"I employ a very harsh punishment for naughty young women, Ms. Conlan." He gave my other nipple a slow lick.
I bit my lower lip to hold back a moan of delight. "Please don't punish me," I pleaded.
"As your professor, it is my duty to teach you a lesson." He reached over to the side table to grab a condom. "Have you been fucking anyone else?"
"No."
"Good." He ripped the foil packet open. "Spread your legs."
My heart was racing with excitement. God, I never thought fucking Simon would get even hotter now that he was my professor. I shook my head to feign a protest. "Sir, please, no."
"Do as you're told, Ms. Conlan, or there will be consequences."
His voice was low and threatening, with a rumble that made me feel as though my ovaries throbbing with sheer need. I hesitated for as long as I could bear it, then parted my legs under him.
"Will you be gentle with me, Professor?" I watched him put on the condom, trying not to drool over the size of his erection.
"I'm afraid this will be a harsh punishment, Harper." He pushed my knee toward my chest. The head of his cock pressed against the wet slit of my pussy. "And I won't stop until I'm satisfied."
He entered me with a slow, controlled thrust. I let out a harsh breath at the shock of pleasure that ripped through me. "Oh, God!" I whispered.
"You've been a bad, bad girl, Harper." He drew in a ragged breath, and I knew it was taking him all his self control not to just ram his cock inside me. "You deserve a good hard pounding for being so naughty."
"Yes! Give it to me, please!" I begged. Oh, God, he felt so good. So hard and thick. I needed him— all of him — inside me more than I needed air.
"You'll get exactly what I decide to give you, Ms. Conlan." He pushed inside me a little more. "What do you think a naughty little girl like you deserves?"
"A good hard fuck, sir," I moaned. His dick was fully inside me now, and it felt so damned amazing. But instead of giving me the pounding he said I needed, he didn't move. "As my professor, you should fuck me until I learn my lesson."
"That's right." He gave me a quick, firm thrust, sending me gasping with ecstasy. "How many of your professors have you fucked, Ms. Conlan?"
My eyes grew wide. I have to admit, I didn't expect him to ask that question. "N-n-none, Professor Bedford." It was true. I took college seriously, and it never occurred to me to seduce any of my teachers. My grades were always excellent, and I didn't want to jeopardize them.
"Liar." He gave another thrust. "Tell the truth."
"Never. I never fucked any other professors, I swear."
"They wanted you, didn't they? Did you wriggle that tight ass in front of them while you saw them alone in their offices?"
Oh, they definitely wanted me. Some of them, at least. Occasionally, a professor's gaze would linger on my breasts for a beat too long. Or on my legs when I wore a short skirt. I was too busy, so I mostly ignored them. "Maybe," I teased. "What are you going to do about it, Professor Bedford?"
His eyes flashed with anger. I'd never seen him so angry while fucking me.
It was ... kinda hot.
"They better not try anything," he growled. "I'll fucking kill anyone who tries to touch you."
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