The Rectification 1

Chapter Twelve

Thalina

He moved closer, his eyes getting softer, more calm than they had ever been. The tension that had been burning between us seemed to melt into something deeper, something more intimate, something irresistible. He studied me for some minutes, his gaze piercing into mine but tender, making me feel exposed in ways I’d never been before.

"Why?" he asked in a very low and gentle voice. "Men must have thrown themselves at you. I’m sure of that.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head gently. "I didn’t want them," I replied, my voice shaky.

He tilted his head slightly, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "What have you been doing all these years, then?" He raised my head with a finger under my jaw, and when our eyes met, a gentle smile curled up his lips. He traced the contours of my face with his fingers, my legs shaking under his touch. “You’re too hot… too naughty to be a virgin. What have you been doing?”

I hesitated for a bit, my breaths hot and heavy as I stared into his eyes, the truth catching in my throat. "I’ve just been waiting… for the right man," I admitted, though in my mind, all I could think of was Fenris, the wrong man. I had waited for him for so long, believing he would be the one to take me, to love me, to care for me. I thought he would be the one I’d spend the rest of my life with, in love and affection. But he never did. He never loved me.

He studied me for a long moment, staring into my eyes, as though he could read every of my thoughts from it, as though he could see the betrayal I was hiding behind this new me, the lingering pain of waiting for someone who never cared for me. But then, without a word, he took my hand, his grip firm yet comforting.

"Come with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Just his presence was so commanding, and when he talks? His words seemed to break every restriction around me.

I followed him gently, my heart pounding in my chest as I asked, "Where are we going?"

He glanced back at me, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You can’t be this sexy, this hot, and still be a virgin," he said sharply, the heat returning to his voice, making my pulse quicken.

What was he going to do to me?

We finally reached the door of a room I hadn’t noticed before. There were two fierce looking men dressed in all black suit standing by the door. He gestured towards them, and they bowed to him before leaving. I was confused. Wasn’t he just a professor at the college? How does he possess this much power? This much wealth? The house was the biggest I had ever seen. I was confused, until he pushed the door open, leading me inside with him. The room was dimly lit, and though I couldn’t see much, the air felt charged with anticipation. All my thoughts got replaced with excitement as I looked around the room, my eyes catching the king size bed at the center.

Fuck! I wanted him to do things to me on that bed. I really do.

He turned to face me, his eyes darkening with a mix of lust and longing. "We need to rectify the situation.”

My breath caught in my throat, and all the air seemed to vanish from the room, leaving me breathless.

The way his eyes pieced into mine, as though he could devour me whole—it made me feel like my body was on fire, like every nerve was alive with anticipation, waiting for him to take control, to dominate me.

His finger trailed down, from my face to my arm, my thigh, and between my legs. He pointed to the wet, damp spot growing on my panties. "That situation," he grunted.

I could barely breathe as his words sank in, my heart pounding violently in my chest.

I thought I’d be super excited, but looking at the hunger in his eyes, the lust and longing, I knew he was going to take me right here and then, and it made my heart skip.

“Shall we?” He asked, his finger tugging the hem of my panties.

I trembled , unable to form coherent words. I looked into his eyes and nodded at him, but the way his gaze shifted into a glare made me stammer. “Y…yes.” I finally managed to say.

“Good girl,” he murmured, patting my cheeks gently, before his hands moved down to my shirt. “I’m going to undress you,” He whispered, slowly unbuttoning it, one button at a time.

When he was done, he slid the shirt off my shoulders, the cold air hit my bare chest, sending shivers down my legs. “God, these… heavy tits.” He muttered, flashing a teasing grin at me. “I’m going to make them mine.” His hands reached around my back to unhook my bra, releasing my boobs to hang heavily on my chest.

“Fuck!” He cussed silently, cupping boobs in his soft hands. “Are these even real?” He took a quick glance at me before his eyes dropped down to them again. “Are you sure they aren’t fake?”

“They… they are real.” I stuttered, my breath hitching with the wave of pleasure that coursed through my body.

Slowly, he lowered his head, and I gasped as his warm breath brushed over my skin, tickling me. He took one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, and a soft moan escaped my lips. His other hand held my waist firmly, as he suckled the shit out of my boobs in free space.

Then, he moved, until my back was against the wall. He continued to suck, hard and fast, drawing waves of pleasure through me with every movement. His hand cupped the other boob, squeezing and kneading as though he couldn’t get enough. “So fucking perfect!” He whispered between kisses, his mouth teasing, his teeth biting, sending jolts of desire crashing through me.

Then he pulled back, staring down at my boobs, heavier and plumper than they were before, as though he wanted to see things he had done to them.

He leaned closer. “Are you ready for what I want to do to you?” He whispered. “Are you ready for the rectification?”

“Y…yes.” My voice shook, still unable to catch my breath after that hot moment.

“Perfect!” His voice echoed through the room.