Pamela’s heart pounded as she stood outside Richard’s office the next day. There were no students or lecturers in the building, probably because today was a public holiday.
She wondered if that was the reason Richard chose today for them to meet-so no one would hear her scream.
“Fuck,” she bit her lip, as her thighs trembled at the thought of what he was about to do to her. She had obeyed his command-no panties- and the thrill of it made her wet already
She knocked twice.
“Come in.”
That deep, commanding voice sent a shiver down her spine. She turned the knob and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
Richard sat behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up to reveal those thick, veined forearms she loved. His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on the way her skirt hugged her hips before he smirked.
“You’re late,” he said, though his voice held no real irritation.
Pamela bit her lip. “Sorry, daddy.”
His gaze darkened at the name. “sit.” He gestured to the chair across from him.
She obeyed, crossing her legs-slowly, deliberately- letting the skirt ride up her full soft laps.
Richard leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlocked. “You said you needed help studying.”
Pamela nodded. “Oral literature is next week and I don’t remember a thing.”
“Of course you don’t. Too busy thinking about my cock.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it.
Richard reached into his desk drawer and pulled a thick textbook, sliding it toward her. “Open to page 69.”
Pamela obeyed.
“Read the first paragraph”
She cleared her throat, trying to focus. “Oral literature encompasses the traditional stories, songs, and proverbs passed down through generations-“
“Louder!”
She swallowed. “Oral literature encompasses the traditional stories-“
Richard suddenly stood, circling the desk until he loomed over her. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. “Again.”
“O-oral literature encompasses-“
Before she could finish, his other hand slid beneath her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare pussy. She gasped, her thighs instinctively parting for him.
“Wet already?” he murmured, his thumb circling her clit. “And we’ve barely even started.”
Pamela whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk.
Richard leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “You think you can focus on studying when you’re this desperate for me?”
She shook her head, her hips rocking against his hand.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Because I have other plans for you.”
In one swift motion, he yanked her out of the chair and bent her over the desk, scattering papers everywhere. His hand landed on her ass with a sharp smack, making her cry out.
“You’re going to learn exactly what I want to teach you today, “he said, his voice rough with desire.
Pamela moaned as he hiked her skirt up. Exposing her bare ass. His fingers trailed down her spine before gripping her hips possessively.
Then she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. Her pulse skyrocketed.
Richard didn’t make her wait. He shoved his huge cock into her with one brutal thrust, burying himself deep inside her pussy. Pamela gasped for air, her nails digging into the wood as he stretched her, filled her, claimed her.
“Fuck, Daddy-!”
“He didn’t slow down, setting a punishing pace that had her crying out with every stroke. His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back with every thrust.
“Tell me what you are,” he demanded
“Y-yours!” she sobbed.
“Louder.”
“YOURS, DADDY!”
He groaned, his hips slamming into her harder. The desk creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their ragged breaths and skin slapping against skin. Pamela could feel the pleasure building, coiling tight in her stomach-
Then Richard suddenly pulled out.
She whined in protest, but he flipped her onto her back on the desk, spreading her legs wide. His fingers dug into her thighs as she leaned down, his mouth hovering just above her dripping pussy.
“You want to cum?” he asked
Pamela nodded frantically.
“Then beg.”
“Please, Daddy- please let me cum!”
He smirked-then buried his face between her thighs.
Pamela arched off the desk with a scream as his tongue lashed her clit, his fingers plunging deep inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming, and then with a shrill cry, she came, spilling her juices into his mouth.
Richard didn’t let her recover. He flipped her over again and thrust his glistening cock deep inside her.
Pamela could only moan helplessly as he fucked her through another orgasm, then another, until she could no longer hold herself without falling to the floor.
Finally, with a low growl, he buried himself deep and came inside her.
Panting, he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, watching as she struggled to sit up.
Then as if nothing had happened, he reached into his desk and pulled out a folded sheet of paper, handing it to her.
“Consider this extra credit,” he said smoothly
Pamela blinked, still dazed, before taking the paper with trembling fingers.
She unfolded it, and suddenly her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
In her hands were the questions to the oral literature exams meant to hold next week Monday.
Pamela opened her eyes slowly to the sounds of the waste disposal truck outside. It was already 6am. She could feel Jason's arm wrapped over her waist. The had both fallen asleep on the couch after their 'activity'. For a moment, she just lay there absorbing everything as the events of last night replayed in her mind. For the first time, she had been in control-the one commanding the pleasure- and she loved it. Probably side effects of Richard. Jason shifted beside her, his fingers brushing her hips as he woke up. "Morning," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Pamela turned to face him, her lips curling into a smile. "Morning." He stared into her eyes, his own eyes still heavy with sleep. And with a rough morning voice, he asked. "Last night...was that okay?" She laughed softly, nudging at him. "You're asking me that now?" Jason grinned. "I just want to make sure you're good." Pamela touched his chin "I'm more than good " He exhaled deeply, then took her hand
The apartment was quiet when Pamela unlocked the door, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant chatter of the TV Sophia had left on. Jason followed her inside, looking around a little bit confused.“Make yourself at home,” she said, tossing her keys onto the counter. The dim glow of the table lamp cast long shadows across the living room, softening the edges of everything.He sank into the couch with a sigh, stretching his arms along the backrest. “Feels like home."Pamela smirked. “You say that every time.” “Because it’s true every time.” She rolled her eyes but smiled as she walked to the fridge. She stretched her and and brought out two cold bears. When she turned, Jason was watching her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her ass. She smiled to herself. “Here.” She handed him a bottle"Thanks." She sat beside him, closer than necessary, their thighs almost touching. "So, what do you wanna do?" Jason chuckled. “I don't know...how about we watch a movie
" So what fancy place are you taking me to this time." Pamela asked, smiling as Jason drove." It's a surprise... wouldn't want to ruin it."Pamela laughed. Jason always made her laugh.After a ten minutes drive, they arrived at a an Italian restaurant just before the highway.As Jason led her through the door, Pamela's eyes beamee oth surprise. "Where in the world did you find this place?" Jason smiled like a school boy." I use to come here with my family back in highschool. They sell the best spaghetti and meat balls."They were ushered to their table in a warm, cozy corner bedside the glass window. Jason pulled out her chair, and she sank into it with a small smile. So,” Jason said, seating across from her, “tell me something I don’t know about you.” Pamela smiled. “Like what?”"I dont know?” He grinned." Anything. Something embarrassing. Something you don't tell people often."She laughed, swirling her wine glass. “That’s a dangerous question.” “I live for danger,” he tease
Pamela blinked. "What faculty dinner?" "The Annual Faculty Dinner & Awards Night," Sophia said, like it was obvious. "It’s this saturday Students can come if they’re invited. And you’re my plus-one." Pamela’s stomach dropped. "No." "Yes." "No, Sophia." "Pam. Richard will be there." "That’s exactly why I’m not going!" "Wrong. That’s exactly why you are going." Sophia’s eyes gleamed. "You show up looking like a goddess on Jason’s arm, and Richard gets to watch you move on. That’s how you get over someone—by showing them they lost you." Pamela opened her mouth to argue, but Sophia cut her off. "And before you say no—just think about it. One night. One chance to walk in there like you own the place. No tears. No regrets. Just you, being untouchable." Pamela hesitated. The idea was equal parts terrifying and thrilling. Sophia smirked. "I’ll take that silence as a yes." Pamela groaned. Sophia clapped her hands. "Okay. Dress time." "What? Now ?" "Uh, yes now. We
The hallway seemed so endless as Pamela walked silently. Beside her was Sophia casting worried glances at her every two seconds. There was a hole in her chest, a hole so deep that the pain could not be explained by mere words. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand to clean up the remaining tears. She was no longer crying, but she didn't feel any better. When they reached the entrance, Sophia broke the silence. "Should we order a ride?" Pamela shook her head. "No. I can walk." Sophia didn't argue. They stepped into the sunlight and kept walking. Around them were students laughing, and gisting, but none of the conversations reached Pamela's ears. All she could hear was Richard's voice. "It was the only choice." He had no right to make that choice alone. Sophia bumbed her shoulders gently. "You okay? Wanna talk about it?" "Don't worry. I'm fine." Sophia gave her a look. "Doesn't seem like that to me." "Everything is fine, Sophia. I just... confirmed what I already knew. No
The moment Richard closed the door, regret set in instantly. He summoned all he composure in the world to walk down he hallway to the parking lot and to his car. But the moment he stepped inside the car he opened the box in his heart and er everything out."Shit...shit.... fuck," he screamed loudly slamming his fists on the steering wheel. "What did I just do?" Of course he didn't want her to leave-to move on...with Jason. "Fuck Jason." His heart was screaming back at him. He should have told her how he really felt. He should have told her Eleanor was a liar and manipulatorz but instead he told her to move on. Nature gave him another chance, brought it right to his doorstep. And what did he do? He spat right in nature's face. This time around he was sure he'd lost Pamela for real. If there were any atom of love or feelings she had for him, it was all gone."Why do I have to ruin everything I touch?" A thought came to him to step out and rush after her-tell her he wanted her back m