Pain shot through my body like a knife being plunged into my body. I tried to drag my body upwards to the edge of the bed, but that action only rewarded me being yanked towards professor Stuart.
"Pain..," he huffed, "is similar to pleasure. If you just embrace it, you'll feel it coiling inside of you."
And without much of an ado, he continued to slam into me while I let out soft cries.
"It hurts," I winced, edging upwards to stray from him. But that only ignited his urgent to yank me towards him.
My cries slowly subdued into soft moans. The pain squashed into a tingling sensation which seemed more pleasurable.
And I allowed myself to get swallowed by the dawning ecstasy. His grunts drifted into me as his hands found my breasts.
Each thrust was meshed in fluid and the sweats of our bodies.
"How does it feel now?" He asked when he heard a moan from me.
My half-closed eyes skated to his face, and instead of a response, I let out a moan.
He was right.
There was a hidden sweetness behind
