Educating Emma (2 page)

S
he has
no fucking clue what she’s doing. Who she’s messing with. The kind of man she thinks she wants. She doesn’t have any idea what she’s asking for and, now that she’s asked, what I’ll be giving her.

She doesn’t have a clue.

Acknowledging that makes my cock swell.

“You’ve toyed with me long enough, Emma. It’s time to pay up.” I try to keep from smirking at her shivering like a leaf in the wind. She was so brave a moment ago. So forward. So empowered and vocal about what she wanted from me. She had no idea what she was asking for. But she asked . . . “It’s time to pay the price for fucking with a man’s head.”

When I reach the top stair, I slide the lock on the door. The metallic sound fills the room. It makes her tremble. I grunt when my cock twitches.

“Professor Faraday.”

Poor little Emma. Her poor, little, trembling voice. All it took was a few words from me in a certain tone to chase the brave right out of her. I can’t wait to see what plunging my cock into her will do to her crumbling courage. She’ll probably scream. She’ll probably beg me to stop and struggle to get away.

I have to palm my impatient member to keep it from ripping through my zipper. It wants her. It’s wanted her for a while. It’s grown particular for her and her alone. No one else can tempt it into submission.

Finally, it’s about to have her.

“
Doctor,
” I warn in a voice that makes her flinch. “You will call me Doctor Faraday, or there will be consequences.”

I move down the back row toward the door at the other end of the auditorium. She eyes the door like she’s gauging if she can make it to it before I can. I grin down at her when she realizes she can’t. Not in those damn innocent-looking shoes that are really fuck-me heels. They’re working, since I have every intention of fucking her. Again. And again. Until she thinks twice about showing up to my classroom in that kind of outfit.

Short skirts, tight tops, knee-high socks, and fuck-me heels will be dealt with accordingly. And succinctly. Compliments of my cock.

“What are you doing, Doctor Faraday?”

Her soft, shaking voice makes me groan in anticipation of what’s coming. I’ve waited for this day for so long. Been patient. Biding my time. Waiting for just the right moment to claim her body. To take her any way I want, every way she begs.

“Ensuring you keep your end of the deal,” I answer.

“What deal?” She trembles when the sound of the second door locking rolls through the room.

There. Now no one can interrupt me as I take my reward for my patience. As I feast on the fruits of her body.

“You’ve been fucking with my head for months.” I descend the stairs, one slow step at a time. “Now it’s my turn. But your head isn’t what I have in mind.”

Every step I move closer to her, she takes one to back away. She runs out of steps when her back hits the wall. I keep descending upon her, stalking her like she’s my supper. When her lips part as she sucks in a ragged breath, my heads tips.

I inspect those pillowy lips that were made to cushion a dick the size of mine. “Though I suppose your mouth’s a part of your head, and I will definitely be fucking that, so why don’t we just say I’ll be fucking every part of you there is to fuck.”

Her hands splay against the wall, and she shakes her head. Her big blue eyes are even larger now. “Dr. Faraday. Please. You’re not thinking.”

I shake my head as my fingers move to the neck of my shirt. I unbutton it and loosen my tie. I need to get out of these clothes, most especially my pants, before I lose circulation in my throbbing dick. “No, I’m not. That’s what you’ve done to me.” The heel of my shoe striking the tile fills the room as I leave the stairs. “This is the consequence of your actions.”

“Don’t.” Her eyes narrow, some fight still left in her.

Good. I would have been extremely disappointed if she didn’t fight me as I’ve been picturing she would. When she crosses her arms, trying to hide the exposed skin of her chest she just sealed her fate with, I stop in front of her. I pin her to the wall with a look that makes her squirm.

“Take off your shirt,” I order.

If she wants to tease me with it, to break me with those perfect, burgeoning tits of hers, then she will pay the price of her ploy.

“Dr. Faraday.” Emma’s arms cross higher, trying to hide her luscious chest, but not even my massive arms would be up to the task of wrangling in a rack that size.

I laugh as her attempts to cover herself up only result in more of her flesh falling out of her halfway unbuttoned shirt. When she continues to struggle with trying to hide herself from me, I feel the demon inside me quake. My hands curl into fists as my jaw pops from the tension building within me, originating in my throbbing member.

“Take off your shirt,” I order again, louder this time. I match my face to my tone so she knows she can resist all she wants, but I’m taking what I want.

“You’re scaring me.” Her gaze dips to my crotch again, and her eyes widen some more.

Yes, darling, that’s right. You wanted it. You’re going to get it. Every last inch of me. In every last hole of you.

“Then next time you think about toying with a man, make sure he isn’t one like me.” I tip my head at her, knowing what she thought she was getting is a complete contrast to who I really am. “More animal than man. Driven by instinct. Taking what he wants, when he wants it, and right now, I want your shirt off.”

In what I guess is the last reserve of courage she has left, she stares me straight in the eye and shakes her head. “No.”

I cluck my tongue at her, waving my finger, before I go to work unbuttoning my shirt cuffs. One at a time, I rolled up my sleeves, pushing them up past my elbows. The whole time, she watches me, her eyes molesting the exposed flesh of my forearms. Good god. She’s terrified of me, and at the same time, she wants me so badly I bet I could shove my dick straight in her without so much as a courtesy clit flick to prime her body for me.

“Good. I wanted to rip it off anyway.”

Another gasp escapes from her parted lips.

“I’ve been wanting to rip these tight little tit-hugging shirts off of you since the day you slid into that seat and leaned over to get something out of your backpack.” I point at the chair Emma’s sat in since the day class started. The same one every single day. “The way they spilled out of your shirt, teasing me, that cleavage just begging to be fucked by my cock. As soon as class was over, I pulled my cock out, pictured it grinding through those luscious tits, and I marked your empty chair with my cum.”

Her eyes drift to her chair, widening in what may be horror as likely as it could be arousal.

“The next day when you came in and took the same seat, I can’t tell you how difficult it was to make it through the lecture when I knew my cum was surrounding your body. Well, now it’s time to fill that body with it too.” I palm my crotch, but it only serves to heighten my arousal instead of temporarily sating it. “You’re on the pill, so I can pump you as full of it as I want and not worry about getting you pregnant. Yet. But that will come too.”

I can’t help the wicked smile that forms when I notice her legs shake. She might think she’s scared, but she has no idea what I have in store for her. How good I’m going to make her feel.

“How do you know . . .?”

Her eyes race to the door again, and I want to laugh. On those quaking legs, in those heels, she couldn’t make it two steps before I’d be on her, pinning her to the floor.

The image of it almost has me hoping she’ll run. I wouldn’t mind taking her on the floor. The harder the surface, the better the fucking.

“I went through your file at the medical building here on campus.”

Now this look, this one is definitely horror. “Those are private files.”

I roam in front of her, keeping my distance. For now. “I wouldn’t think you had much concern for privacy. Especially since I’ve caught you sitting in your car outside of my house late at night. What were you doing there?”

When her mouth falls open, I almost throw myself on her. That mouth. It will be my undoing, especially if she keeps opening it like that, parting it, gasping. Soon I’ll be drawing moans and screams from it, my obsession with it only growing.

“Were you watching me undress and climb into the shower? Touching yourself as you watched? Is that why you did it? To get yourself off since I wasn’t doing it for you?”

She pushes off the wall a little. “You knew?”

I circle closer. From this distance, I can smell her. From the scent of her shampoo to the scent that resides between her legs, the waiting is killing me. I need her. I have to have her. “Of course I knew. Why do you think I kept the blinds open and jacked off in full view?”

When my hand lowers to my crotch, stroking myself a few times through my slacks, she watches. She likes to watch. That’s why I gave her such a good show the last time.

“It wasn’t for the neighbors’ benefit, poppet.”

Her chest is moving fast, her breathing rushed. Horny little girl. “That was for me?”

I nod. “All of it. All of this has been for you.” Waving around the room, I end with pointing my finger between her and me. “Now it’s time to reward me for my patience and efforts.”

She steps closer, the sound her heel makes stabbing the silence. “You’ve been planning this.”

If only she knew . . . she’d run.
My obsession for her runs deep. It’s all-consuming. All-encompassing. All-powerful. All . . . everything.

“Ever since the day you walked through that door.” I point at the one she first came in through, the last one I’d locked, sealing her fate. “Now, don’t make me ask again—take off your shirt and let me see those perfect tits I’ve spent months jacking off to.”

Her breathing heavy, she stares at me like she’s trying to figure out an equation. Her eyes skim my body, making multiple visits to what resides below my belt. When they end on my eyes, her fingers move to her shirt.

She slips the next button free, then the next, until there’re no more left to undo. She never breaks eye contact. I don’t think she even blinks. God knows I don’t. I don’t want to miss a thing.

“Off,” I order when the shirt stays draped over her shoulders, hiding those glorious peaks.

Slowly, she pulls one arm free from her shirt. Then the other, until at last, the blouse spills down her back and floats to the floor. Her arms cover herself at first, but all she needs to see is my jaw going rigid before her arms fall back to her sides. She’s learning. Listen . . . or else.

“They’re perfect.” My voice comes from a place deep inside when I feel my tip leak a few drops at the sight of her naked upper half.. The fun I’m going to have with those . . . I back up until I feel the seat of one of the chairs in the front row. “Even better than I imagined. Now show me how you touch yourself when you think of me. Show me what I do to you.”

“No.” She says it firmly, making her tits bounce a little.

“Why not? This is what you wanted, right?” My finger waves between the two of us again. “Well, now you’re getting it.”

Her gaze drifts down to her naked chest before landing on me settling into the chair. “This isn’t how I pictured it.”

“This is exactly how I pictured it.” I adjust myself after taking a seat and spread my legs in front of me. “You want some boy who will take you to the movies and share a popcorn and fail to give your body pleasure after he takes his in three thrusts, then you’re messing in the wrong league. You want a man who will take care of you and your needs, then you’re exactly where you need to be.” To ease the pain pulsing in my cock, I stroke him a few times. All it does is make the ache grow. “But you need to take care of my needs in return, and my needs runs deeper than most.” My needs run so deep that if she knew, she would run. She would never stop running. “Touch yourself.”

Her arms cross again, and rage sears through me, red hot and violent. “Dr. Faraday—”

“Touch yourself or leave.” I thrust my arm toward the door and try to control my voice so she doesn’t realize I’m about to rip the arm off this chair because she’s obscured my view of her fuck-worthy tits. “You can walk away. I’ll give you another minute to leave and I’ll forget this whole thing. Let that minute pass and you’re still here, you’re mine. To do with as I please.” My eyes move to the clock hanging on the wall across from me. “Time’s counting.”

I don’t know what I’m saying. Why I’m saying it. I’m not letting her go anywhere. If she takes a step toward that door, I’m fucking her on the floor with her face down and her body writhing beneath me. She’s mine. She offered herself up to me on a goddamn silver platter, and now it’s time to partake in that gift. She can’t back out now. She can’t take back what she’s so eagerly offered because now she knows what she was dealing with—a carnal beast driven by desire and need.

No, that isn’t the way this works.

Still, I let her
think
I’m giving her the choice. So when she decides to stay, I’ll have no qualms about riding her hard and acting out every filthy thing I’ve been envisioning for weeks.

I can almost hear her thoughts. Her gaze shifts toward the door, and just when her body angles in that direction, her hand slides beneath her skirt.

W
hat am I doing
?

That’s all that keeps repeating through my head. Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I leave when I had the chance? He was willing to let me escape. Why didn’t I?

The questions keep storming through my mind, but I know the answer. I’ve wanted Luke Faraday from the first day I saw him. I’ve wanted him, and now that I know he wants me too, I can’t walk away.

Even though he scared the shit out of me at first with all that domineering and locking of doors, now I know he’s in on my little secret. I’ve been spying on him for weeks now. He was right—I did touch myself in my car, watching him strip, watching him do much worse . . . just thinking about his naked body, his hand shuttling up and down his cock in front of the window at night . . . my body responded like he’s actually inside me.

My pussy clamps around his phantom cock, coaxing it deeper into my body.

He knows about my obsession with him . . . but I know about his obsession with me. Going through my medical files at the campus medical building? If it isn’t illegal, it’s grossly unethical. Not to mention his comment about marking my chair with his cum after the first day of class.

Picturing him doing it, thinking about how I slid into that cum-marked seat the next day makes my nipples harden. He doesn’t miss it. He’s practically gloating, his eyes staring greedily at my tits, knowing what he’s doing to my body. Knowing that despite my best attempts to convince him otherwise, my body is priming itself for him, welcoming him closer, inviting him to take me.

I eye the door one last time—my body even angles toward it—but then I accept my fate. I’m not leaving. I don’t want to. Whatever dark urges he’s driven by, no matter the insatiability of his appetites, I’m his. I always have been.

From the time I first entered this room and fell into his web, I’ve been caught. He’ll have to throw me through that door before I leave it.

My hand moves down my skirt, slips under the hem, and moves up my wet inner thighs.

He reclines back into his chair, wetting his lips as he watches the show I’m giving him. Now that I’m resolved, my inhibitions are gone. Now that I’ve committed to my fate, I’m driven by my desire for him, unable to think of anything but our bodies joining.

I slide a little closer to him before touching myself. I’ve gotten to watch him get off a couple of times already—it’s only fair he gets to watch me. He’s got the goddamn front row seat to the show, so I might as well make it a good one.

When my finger slips between my wet folds and circles my clit, my body jolts from the surge. I hear his groan vibrate in his chest. It encourages me, but my body’s already so primed for him, I know I’m going to go off with a few more strokes.

While I work myself over with that hand, my other travels north, curving beneath the mass of my left breast. When I squeeze it, I almost feel the top of my flesh hit my chin. Having a huge chest has been a huge inconvenience my whole life . . . right up until this very moment.

When I glance at him watching me fondle my breast, looking like he’s in actual pain from the thrill of watching me, I thank the stars for my chest that would shame a stripper.

“Watching you fuck yourself is the damn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, poppet.” He loosens his tie yet again, and I have a powerful urge for him to tear it off and bind me with it before he takes me over his knee and gives me the kind of spanking a bad girl like me deserves . . .

And what the fuck?

Where did that come from? I might have been obsessed with this man and masturbated over him more than was good for me, but I’ve never been into kinky shit. Until my subconscious shocked me with that bondage and spanking epiphany.

Picturing Luke doing that to me, dominating me in every way he could, makes my strokes more urgent. I feel my orgasm building, and I knew it’s going to be a big one. One that will probably make me collapse.

Taking my nipple between my fingers, I pinch it. I do the same with my clit.

“Yes,” I moan. “You like watching me touch myself? You like watching me fuck myself, Dr. Faraday?”

He growls in his chair again, his hips flexing like I’m above him, riding him.

Thinking about riding him makes me move closer to him because as good as this feels, touching myself while he watches, it’s nothing compared with what I know his cock in me will feel like.

“I could sit here and watch you fuck yourself all day long, Emma, but I’m afraid I’ve got other plans for our time together.” His arm snaps out suddenly, wrapping around my wrist and snapping my hand out from under my skirt.

I’d been so close to coming, I could feel my pussy pulling in on itself, wanting something to sink around. When I looked at him with what I guessed was a confused look, his eyes challenged me, like I should have known better.

“No. Your first orgasm belongs to my cock. He’s been patient and deserves his reward.” His words make my pussy pulse fresh fluid out of me. It’s actually running down my thighs now. “Do you want to watch me touch myself? How I do it when I picture you?”

Holy hell
. I nod because that’s all I’m capable of.

He tugs me closer before letting go of my hand. My legs are bumping against his knees, and even though he’s made it clear he doesn’t want me touching my pussy anymore, he didn’t mention anything about my tits. I keep strumming my nipple, torturing it for him because I can tell it’s driving him up the fucking wall. He’s a boob man. It’s like my body was designed just for him, giant bouncing tits and all. Not to be forgotten, my pussy leaks whenever he gives me a sideways look.

Yes, I’m his, but he still has to claim possession of my body.

Moving his hands to his pants, he undoes his belt slowly, forcing my eyes to stay on his the entire time. The rest he takes off quicker, like he’s suddenly in a hurry. That might have something to do with the way my other hand is palming my other breast, working them both barely two feet in front of his hungry face.

Lifting his hips, he pulls down his pants and underwear. His cock springs free like it had been suffocating to death.

The size of it makes me gasp, and the girth of it has me shuddering. He promised that I’d awoken a beast by tempting him, and he’s the size of one too.

“That’s right, poppet. I warned you, but now it’s too late.” His hand moves to his hard-on, his fingers stroking the tip of it. “You’ll take him. Every last inch. You wanted this, and now you’ll have it.”

His hand strokes down his member, slow and deep. Instead of the pressure seeming to ease from the petting, Luke’s cock only seems to get harder.

“Now, if you’ll be so kind.” His cock barely moves when Luke holds his hand out toward me, palm up.

I tip my head, happy to acquiesce . . . whenever I know what he wants.

“Oh, poppet, can such an insufferable cock-tease really be that innocent?” His other hand grips his shaft and squeezes. “Spit.” His palm lifts higher, then I understand.

It feels deliciously dirty to spit into his hand and watch him take his member again, sliding up and down it with the lubrication of my saliva. I’m rubbing at my nipples so hard, they’re starting to hurt. I need a release. Soon. Before I’m lost.

His head dips over the back of the chair a little, his hips starting to pitch into his hand as his strokes pick up speed. Watching him get off last week from my car was beyond erotic, but watching this right in front of me makes me about come with nothing more than a little titty twisting.

When his forehead creases and I notice his balls start to draw up, ready to release, I pull his hand away from his throbbing cock.

He’s still so hard it barely moves when I snap his hand free from it. My saliva is shining along his shaft, and it makes me desperate to coat him in more. To wrap my mouth around it and drench it before sucking him and giving him the release he so desperately needs.

“No.” This time I’m the one waving my finger at him as I cuff my fingers around his wrist. “Your first orgasm belongs to my pussy. She’s been patient and deserves her reward.”

Like it knew I was talking about it, Luke’s cock twitches.

“If I’d known you had such a filthy mouth, my spank sessions could have been that much better.”

I cock a brow. “Filthy? I haven’t even started.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

My eyes settle on where his other hand has taken over for the one I snatched away. “For you to quit playing with yourself and let my mouth take your hand’s place.”

I’ve never seen a person move so quickly. Luke’s hand blurs as it pulls back from his cock. Then he settles himself deeper in his chair, and now his hand tugs on my wrist. He’s pulling me to my knees in front of him. When I crash onto the floor between his legs, he growls at how close my mouth lands to his hard-on.

“All yours.” His voice is raspier than I’ve ever heard it. His hips pitch again, pressing the tip of his cock to my lips, kissing them, before his ass rotates back into his seat.

I brace my arms on the floor, stick my ass in the air, and lower my mouth toward him. When I take him into my mouth, I want that to be the only contact we have. His cock. My mouth. That’s it.

“Shit, Emma. I need to be in your mouth before I unleash all over your face. Let me in that sweet, sweet mouth.”

His cock twitches again, but before he can thrust his hips closer, my lips find his tip, letting him break through them into my mouth.

“Holy fuck, those lips,” he grunts, his head falling back.

I suck him in deep, but he’s too big. The only way to take him all is to swallow. When I do, he about grinds his hips into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah,. Swallow my cock deep into that throat of yours.”

He grinds his hips into my face a few times before collapsing back into his chair. I can already taste his pre-cum, but I keep sucking him because my mouth’s as greedy for his cock as my pussy is.

His groans propel me on, his hand winding into my hair and pulling it as I fuck him with my mouth. My pace is faster now, making my breasts slap against the seat of his chair. The chair itself is squeaking so badly, it’s a miracle it hasn’t broken free.

When I swallow him deep into my throat again, wrapping my tongue around his shaft at the same time, he grabs hold of my ponytail and gives it a yank. “You really are a dirty whore. No good girl can suck dick the way you do.”

His words make my thighs squeeze together, and when I moan around his cock, another burst of pre-cum coats my tonsils.

I know he’s close, and as much as I love fucking him with my mouth, I meant it when I said his first orgasm belonged to my pussy. I want all that pent-up cum deep inside my body, not dripping down my throat.

“My turn,” he growls suddenly and pulls me off of him.

With a suctioning sound, his cock pops out of my mouth. In one lithe movement, he has my body off the ground and my knees planted on the arms of his chair, his head perfectly level with my sex.

He looks up at me with a wicked smile as his fingers crawl up my thighs. I feel my skin raise with goose bumps from his touch. When his fingers reach my pussy, his brows lift. “No panties?”

I struggle to keep breathing as his fingers play at my opening. “Speeds things up, don’t you think?”

He pushes two fingers a little ways inside me. Not far, just enough to make me shudder. “You’re a genius and a fucking slut.”

“That’s right,” I breathe, trying to get him to fuck more of me with his fingers, but they slip out with a wet smack. “So suck me like the brilliant, dirty whore I am.”

His head disappears beneath the hem of my skirt, and he wastes no time spreading me with his fingers before his mouth latches onto my clit.

“Fuck!” I cry out, almost falling from my precarious perch.

His low chuckle vibrates against me, and my hands curl around the back of his head, trying to hold him against me so he can never stop sucking me.

When his tongue licks me, I feel my cum drip onto his chin. It only seems to fuel his assault. His hands mold onto my ass as he punishes my pussy with his tongue. Just when I reach the point of no return, his tongue draws back and his head reappears again.

“Not so fast, needy girl. Your first orgasm belongs to my cock, remember?”

His grip on my ass tightens. He’s going to leave a bruise. I’m going to be wearing his finger-shaped bruise on my ass for days, and that knowledge shouldn’t turn me on the way it does.

“No need to whine.” His thumb glides along my pouting lower lip. “My mouth will give it to you again. In fact, I’m planning on giving it to you so much that when I finally let you leave this room, I’ll have to carry you because I will have fucked the use of your legs right out of you.” As suddenly as he perched me up on the chair, he lowers me off of it. He’s tugging at his tie again, but this time he takes it off. He’s kicking his pants off over his ankles too. “Now get over to that table and open your legs for me. I’m done fucking around like a couple of horny high school kids.”

I don’t know how I find the strength in my legs to move, but I wander toward the table down front. The one he lectures from behind. The one he has notes spread out on. The thought of this being the place where he’s planning on taking me makes my already wet channel drench itself again.

Coming around the back of the table, I watch him finish undressing. He kicks out of his dress shoes. His socks get tossed into some of the rows of chairs behind him. His tie is abandoned at his feet, and all that’s left is his shirt. I feel my ribs strain from how hard I’m breathing while looking at him like this.

Just when I think he’s about to torment me the way I did by removing one button at a time, he rips off his shirt and buttons clatter across the tile.

My pussy throbs seeing him naked. So close. So ready. His cock hard for me. His cock ready for me.

He powers closer, giving me a dark look when he observes I’m still lingering by the table but not
on
the table as requested. I like that he’s so demanding. I’m not sure I should like wanting to be ordered around and called filthy names, but I do . . . so fuck the should and shouldn’t of it.