You belong to me...

Professor Rollins gazed at me for a long time,nodding his head to Mr.Douglas and then handed him my phone. Rollins gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Nick lingered by the door.

Mr, Douglas gazed over at him. "I'll meet you at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to miss (surname) beforehand about"- he held up my phone - "this. Don't wait for either of us."

Nick nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr Douglas in a deserted college business classroom. He walked to the front of the desk and leaned against it, crossed one leg over the other and sighed slow but deeply.

I took three heavy breaths and dragged by feets over to him, trying not to look too excited about the fact that we were left alone . Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Intact, I was dying of anxiety. It's a classroom for fuck sake- anyone could have forgotten a notebook and come back for it. I stared up at him, my gaze lingered on the bulge in the front of his pants.

He held up my phone. "Do you think that little stunt you pulled was funny?" He asked with his left brow raised.

"Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you hard?"

He placed the phone down on the desk, stepped around me, and placed his large manly hands on my shoulders. Gently squeezing. "Why don't you tell me?" He stood behind me, held my right palm open and placed it on the bulge in his pants.

He didn't move away as I hoped, so I gently squeezed the bulge. He curled his left hand almost roughly around my throat and pulled me harshly against him. He's lips against my ear.

"How could I not get hard, seeing you dressed in a short miniskirt, nipples pressing against your tank top, begging for me to just tug on them?"

He trailed his fingers down my chest and grabbed my breast.

He pushed his hips harder against my ass, letting me feel his huge cook. "Watching press your legs together for the past hour because you couldn't handle the pressure in your tight little count."

I sucked in a deep breath, pushing my knees together even more.

"I bet you were wet for me the moment I walked through that door."

I shifted from foot to foot, the ache becoming almost unbearable.

He tugged on my nipple through my shirt and asked, "Am I wrong?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, unable to even mutter the quietest no.

"Good, now on your knees for me, liza."

My eyes widened. " But... anyone could just walk right in."

His lip curled into a smirk. "They could." He pushed me down onto my knees, slid his finger under my chin, and made me gaze up at him.

"And they'd see you on your knees with my cock all the way down your throat. Is that a problem?"

I parted my lips, and he pushed his bulge towards me. "Yes, that's a problem," I said.

"Liza, I have enough money to keep them quiet a hundred times over. I have enough resources to destroy thier lives - if I didn't want anyone knowing that you belong to me now."

I furrowed my brows. "I belong to you ?" I shook my head. "I don't belong to-" He shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged on his hardness, eyes immediately watering at how much of him had easily slid all the way down my throat. I grasped my neck, feeling it so deep inside of me that I clenched.

"If you're not mine, Liza, why're you on your knees for me? Why do you have my cock down your throat? Why do you keep sending me those dirty little pictures of you?"

I clenched, my pussy throbbing. I opened my mouth wider to respond to him, but all that came out were wet gagging sounds as his cock hit the back of my throat over and over again. I stared up at him through my lashes, spit dripping down my chin and soaking through my shirt.

He shoved himself down my throat, thrusting harder and harder each time. With his hands laced into my hair, he pulled me toward him. I gazed up at him through teary eyes, the silent room filled with my wet gagging sounds.

He slowed down his pace, pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiped his hand over the spit dripping off my chin, and then rubbed it all over my swollen lips and into all of my makeup.

He slapped his cock against my bottom lip a couple times, pushed himself back into me slowly, and smirked down at me.

With his cock pressed against the inside of my cheek, he slapped it lightly. I stared up at him through my lashes.

"God, Liza," he said. "I love ruining you." Another light slap. "I love the power you give me." He chuckled menacingly, slapping the head of his cock through my cheek again. "I don't even have to try. You just dig yourself into a deeper and deeper hole every time I see you."

I sucked on the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. I clenched my throbbing core, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck me already.

He slowly pulled himself out of me, and I sucked hard on him. His cock sprang out of my mouth with a loud pop.

He tugged me to my feet, turned me around, shoved me against Professor Rollin’s desk, and plunged a hand into my pants.

He moved his fingers in circles around my clit, and I grasped on to the desk, trying to stop my knees from buckling.

"What would your father think when word gets out that you're failing your business class?"

I parted my lips, brows furrowed together, trying not to moan... because all I fucking wanted to do was scream his name.

"What would he think when he finds out that Professor Rollins caught you fucking someone on his desk?" He pushed a finger into my pussy. thrusting it in and out of me deliciously.

"What about when I tell him that instead of listening to me talk about business, you decided to send me a whole folder of your naughty little pictures?"

My pussy pulsed, and I grasped on to the table harder, trying to keep my breathing steady.

He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. "He wouldn't like that, would he?" When I didn't say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. "Would he?"

"No," I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.

I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn't a class in here after ... but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And... I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Douglas thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead.

"We have to stop," I breathed out. "We... we can't…”

"Do you want your father finding out?" he asked in my ear. "About everything?"

I furrowed my brows and shook my head, heart racing in my chest. "No."

"No, you don't." He tugged on my hair, fingers still moving fast inside of me. "That's why you're going to take off your pants, sit on this desk, and spread your legs wide for me."

After pulling his hand out of my pants and releasing my hair, he stepped back and stared at me. "Now."

I took a deep breath, peeking back at the window again, and pulled down my pants. "Please, Mr. Douglas , make it quick."

"You deserve more than just a quickie," he said. When I took off my pants and stood awkwardly in front of him, he gestured to the table. "Sit and spread your legs."

My heart raced in my chest at the thought of being caught, but I hopped up onto the desk, my button-up shirt falling open just a bit. And then I reluctantly spread my legs.

He stared at my wet pussy, his eyes darkening Wider.”

I spread my legs wider, placing my feet on the desk. He sauntered over to me, tugged my hips closer to the edge of the desk, and placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, holding them up into the air.

He unbuttoned his pants and pressed his hard cock against my entrance, teasing it.

"Mr. Douglas ," I breathed out, staring up at him. "Mr. Douglas , I don't think-"

He plunged his cock inside of me, and my pussy immediately tightened around him. A wave of pleasure rolled through my body.

"Hold your legs," he said.

I curled my arms under my thighs, spreading them further for him.

God, this was so wrong.

He rubbed his fingers against my clit in rough, rhythmic circles. The sheer pressure of his cock inside of me was already driving me crazy.

Every time he pumped it in and out of me, the pleasure rose in my core. I grasped his arms, my legs falling onto his shoulders. He grasped my waist, squeezing tightly and using my body to thrust harder and deeper into my tight pussy.

He trailed one hand up my body and wrapped it around the front of my neck. "How does it feel, Liza?" he asked me. I drew my brows together, lips parting, and let out a small moan. "To feel absolutely powerless?"