Bound By His Rules {M×M}

GREGORY'S POV

“You're looking at me like you want to be ruined.”

Kale’s voice played on repeat in my head as I sat in the back of the lecture room, absently licking the tip of my pen like it owed me an orgasm.

Mathematics, again.

God, someone please put me out of my misery. If numbers were men, I would let them rail me just so they would be kinder. But unfortunately, math just fucked me raw—no lube, no courtesy, no pleasure.

I hated this class. Actually, I hated this course so much I considered faking my own death to escape it. But the puppeteers I called parents insisted I attend such a boring Monday morning lecture after I tried to sleep at home, and here I was—sitting stiff with a half-boner of frustration after the fucked up last night party and no will to live.

Kale, my sweet, sex-on-speed-dial boyfriend, would have bent me over backwards to make me forget this hell. The way I obeyed? That boy fucked like hell I moaned and rolled my eyes at every thrust—Slow or fast.

And yet… even with all his efforts, I found myself thinking about someone else at times.

Not just someone else. It is Professor Richard.

Why the hell was that man built like a sin I would be proud to commit? He is tall, has a structured jawline, and messy hair that begged to be yanked as he thrust into my forbidden fruit…

Fuck help me, I wanted to bite his throat and apologize later.

His lips always looked like they had better places to be. And his voice? That deep, rough baritone voice that could probably summon a sub's orgasm from across the room. He…

“Gregory, where are you lost?”

Boom. Instant reality check.

I snapped my head up. There he was, standing barely two feet from my desk, sweat clinging to his throat like a second skin. My gaze dipped before I could stop it… Oh fuck.

There it was. His cock. Front and center. Like it knew I was watching and decided to say ‘hi.’

I blinked stupidly, my mouth slightly open like I was trying to catch flies—or maybe his cock. Either way, I looked guilty as sin.

“You are yet to answer my question, Gregory.”

God. The way he said my name. If I ever get a dog, I’m naming it after him just so I can moan it daily without shame.

“Excuse me, sir. I need to use the restroom.”

I didn’t wait. I bolted up like my life depended on it, but just as I touched the door…

“That’s an obvious lie. Go wait in my office. And don’t touch anything.”

The room erupted in laughter. I could have died. I just melted right there into the floor tiles. I muttered a curse and stormed out with my pride dragging behind me.

His office door creaked open with a click and a sigh.

“Touch nothing,” he said. Bitch, everything in that office screamed ‘touch me.’

I glanced at my wristwatch as well. I almost hit my hand hard on my forehead in frustration. He had barely used an hour in class and he was to take the course for two hours. And I thought he had almost used up his fucking period.

Shit!

I flopped onto the black leather seat and tried to calm my spiraling brain. It didn’t help that his scent clung to the air like temptation itself—musky, expensive, and dominant.

My thighs rubbed together unconsciously.

On the left was the desk for Professor Jacqueline. She had been out of school for weeks and that explains why Professor Richard had been taking my class mathematics.

Then I realized it. No phone. Fuck! I left it in class. Great. Now I couldn’t even text Kale for emotional aftercare.

“Maybe I should snoop,” I whispered, my eyes flicking to his desk. His laptop sat there, practically glowing like a portal to Narnia. I crept closer.

On his table was a red bottled perfume. I couldn't resist picking it up. I opened it and inhaled it deeply into my skull.

“He's quite interesting.” I smiled. “Why does he always look so serious in the lecture room? Lol.”

One tap on the keyboard. Just a little peep...

And then… BAM!

On-screen, a big, dominant man had a smaller guy bent over, his hands restrained behind his back, and he was destroying his hole like it was the last day on Earth.

“You take my cock so well. I might never want to pull out,” the man growled, gripping the guy’s hips like they were his lifeline.

“Yes, Daddy! Please, harder… I want your cum!”

My hands flew to my mouth, but not before I let out the softest gasp. My legs crossed. It was too late. I was already hard. My dick pressed painfully against my jeans but I couldn’t stop watching.

“Look at this greasy hole. It wants all of me. Now, cum for me.” The man groaned.

The guy on screen cried out again, his voice high and trembling, as he begged for it. “I’m cumming! Fuck… Daddy, my legs are shaking! But, don't stop...”

And that’s when I realized… my own thighs were quivering.

Then I heard a voice out of nowhere. It was not from the screen but from ahead. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch any of my belongings?”

Shit.

I jerked my head around so fast I might have snapped something. And there he was—Professor Richard. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and one eyebrow raised.

He walked in slowly, casually, like he hadn’t just caught me watching the filthiest p**n in his office and on his laptop.

He also winked at me, not at anything else.

My cock twitched so hard I nearly passed out.

“Why did you break the rules?” He asked as soon as he reached his desk.

I remained glued to the chair. I tried to move. To run. To escape. But I realized I couldn't do anything. My fate has yet been sealed again.

He looked downward and his eyes caught my thighs where my bulge was showing more than ever since I had locked my thighs together.

“You have a naughty habit of not replying to my questions while you bite your lips.”

Oh shit.

Was I biting my lips? Hell… yeah.

“Maybe, we should just handle the little man down there as the punishment for your offense.” He smirked, moving his hands towards my hard bulge.