On Professor Rollins' table

His fingers continued to move in small, torturous circles. I clenched hard on his cock, and he squeezed my neck. I grabbed his wrist, pulling on it gently but not enough to actually pull it off.

"It... it feels..."

His fingers moved faster, and my legs began to tremble against his shoulders.

"How does it feel?" he asked, staring directly at me. He thrust harder into me as my pussy pulsed over and over on him. "Like you want to scream for me?"

I furrowed my brows together, tingles running up and down my entire body. The orgasm didn't stop. It continued for nearly an entire minute. Wave after wave of pleasure was running to my core.

I parted my lips to moan, my back arching hard, and screamed his name instead.

He slowed his pace until he stilled inside of me, eyes closing when I clenched hard on him. Then, he pulled out of me and came on my pussy lips.

Claiming my pussy as his.

My breath caught in my throat, and I hopped off of the desk, hurrying to get my pants on because someone definitely heard me scream and they would be in here to ask us about it within the next few minutes.

When I dressed myself, reluctantly pulling my underwear up my thighs and ruining them with Mr. Douglas 's cum, he cleared his throat.

"I talked to Professor Rollins," Mr. Douglas said.

I huffed deeply through my nose, trying to cool my flushed cheeks. "What did you tell him? That I should fail for the semester for not giving you my full attention during your stupid lecture?"

"For every hour you spend interning under me at Stardom Engineering, he'll give you half a point extra credit on your final exam." He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes flickering down my body. "And by your exam scores, you need it."

My jaw nearly fell open. A half a point extra credit? I could finally get an A on one of his exams and bring my grade up enough to not have Dad question if I was spending too much time with Nick instead of studying for class.

He held his hand up before I could nod my head.”

" You start on Monday. Six a.m. Every minute you're late, you stay an hour later."

"I didn't even agree."

"You don't have to agree. I've made the decision for you. If you decide to disobey me"-his lips curled into a smirk-"you know what will happen." He stepped closer and leaned toward me, his lips against my ear. "And when Monday morning comes around and you're searching your closet for clothes to wear... skip the panties. You're not going to need them, if I find out you wear any panties, I will tear them off you until you have none left.”

It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Douglas, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do.

“You’re not finished with your hours for today, Liza,” Mr. Douglas said to me just as I said goodbye to him to leave for the weekend.

He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cooked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him, “come here.”

After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn’t go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. “What do you need help with Mr. Douglas?” I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I possibly could, he hadn’t touched me all week.

He hadn’t flirted with me all week. He had barely even looked my way all week, but today…today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and that he was going to blackmail me into that too.

Standing up from his seat, he walked behind me, placed one hand on my waist and leaned closer until his mouth was a breath from my ear. “I have a meeting with your father in five minutes.” He flipped me around, so he was pressing against my front side, his hard cock teasing my aching pussy. “you’re going to join us.”

“Me?” I asked, eyes wide.

He tugged off his tie, tied it around my neck and tied the long end around his palm to pull me closer to him. “Under the desk,” he said, “and when leaves for the night, you’re going to be on it.”

My eyes widened even more. “We can’t do that,” I said, shaking my head from side to side and trying to get it across that this was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Terribly wrong.

“And why not?” he asked, starting to unbutton the white button-up shirt I had tucked into my skirt. When they were all undine, he reached behind me and unclipped my bra, smirking as my tits bounced out of it. “Hmmm, Liza?”

I swallowed hard, feeling my nipples harden as the cold air hit them. Heat was pooling in my core, and I was aching to be touched by him, for the first time this week. I hadn’t seen Nick, had been refusing to go out with him every night, had constantly ignored his messages because I wanted this too fucking bad and for too fucking long.

He snatched the tie up in his hand and pulled me towards him until my hard pointy tits were pressing against his chest. “Kneel under my desk for me, Liza, before your father comes in and sees you been a whore for your boss.”

Before I could give him a sassy response, someone knocked on the door. I held my breath and knelt as quickly as I could, scurrying under his desk like a good girl. If this was how I brought my grades up, then I would do it. Dad would be so disappointed in me if he found out that I failed and if he found out about those photographs Mr. Douglas definitely still had in his phone.

Mr. Douglas stuffed my bra into one of his drawers, sat in his chair and gently grasped my chin. “if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll reward you later,” he said to me. Then, he pulled his chair in, making me sit right between his long legs.

I stared at the budge in his trouser, almost too big to pass up and gnawed on the inside of my lip, fingers gliding up his legs to the front of his suit trousers to feel it. What the hell was wrong with me, thinking this was sexy?

Being in my boss’ office as he chatted with my father about God knew what, being half-naked under his desk, pleasuring him as he tried not to squirm in his seat. Being wet and horny and needy to feel him slip himself inside me again.

“come in,” Mr. Douglas called.

The door opened and dad walked into the room and sat at one of the chairs, just a feet away. They started chatting about something I didn’t really care very much about, and I tried to stay quiet and stay still but the pressure and heat between my thighs were making it difficult to do any of that.

Instead, I grabbed his hard cock through his trousers, stroking it till I couldn’t help myself from unzipping his trouser and pulling it out. I stared up at him, lips curled into a smile as he tensed. I sucked his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

He swallowed hard and tugged me closer to him by the tie. I took more of him into my mouth, not able to get enough. I should’ve stopped this thing between us a long time ago…but he still had those photos and I still wanted, no needed him to fuck me until I couldn’t stand straight no more.

I bobbed my head back and forth to suck him off, my tits bouncing against his legs, nipples hardening at the constant contact. He filled up my mouth and then my throat. His still hard cock pressing against it from the inside.

“How’s Liza doing?” dad asked Mr. Douglas.

I pushed him further down my throat as my lips met his hips. Tears welled up in my eyes, spit dripping down my chin. He licked his lips, a huge vein twitching in his neck.

“she’s getting very deep in her work,” he answered, tugging on the tie a bit harder to pull me closer to him. “And she’s learning what it really means to be a businesswoman.” Mr. Douglas paused and cracked his infamous smirk.