The Pleasure Archive

rough the silence of his private office. How did we get here? The door went shut behind him only seconds ago. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard that I thought he w

was hard already and I could feel the length of his dick pressing through his pants against my ass. "Professor Voss..." "Elias," he corrected me, lips grazing my ear. "When we are alone like this, call me Elias. Now, say it." "Elias..." I muttered. The name felt forbidden on my tongue. He spun around me fast, backing me up until my thighs hit the edge of his desk. The desk shifted and papers scattered to the floor. Suddenly, his hands gripped my waist, lifting me easily onto the wooden surface. "Spread your legs." I did, slowly. This was really happening. The strict literature professor who barely smiled in class had me half-naked on his desk after dark. He stepped between my thighs, one hand cupping my chin to force my eyes up to his. "You still have a choice. Tell me to stop and I will let you walk out, grade your paper fairly, and pretend none of this happened." I looked at him and searched his face with my eyes. Finally, I could see his sharp jaw up close. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead and his eyes seemed to see every dirty thought I'd ever had about him. "I don't want to stop," I breathed. "Then beg me to touch you," a slow smile curled on his lips. My breath slowed, and humiliation together with heat rushed between my legs. "Please... Elias, touch me." "Where?" "Everywhere," I replied in a cracked voice. "I've been thinking about this for weeks." He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above mine. "Weeks? Try months. I knew what you were the moment you walked into my lecture hall, my... little troublemaker." His hands finally moved, sliding up my inner thigh. Teasingly, his fingers brushed the edge of my panties. I gasped, my hips twitching forward on their own. "You are so wet already," he murmured, pressing two fingers against my damp panties. "This pussy has been aching for me, hasn't it?" "Yes," I moaned. "God, yes." He rubbed my clit in slow circles, watching my face the whole time. I moaned louder, my hands gripping his shoulder with my nails digging through his shirt. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Lila. I want to hear how filthy that pretty mouth can get." I hesitated for just half a second, and because of that, he stopped moving his fingers. "Don't stop," I begged quickly. "I want... I want your fingers inside me. I want you to make me cum on your hand." His eyes flashed. "Better." He pushed my panties aside and slid one thick finger into me without warning. I cried out, my back arching. He added