YOU'RE MINE

Professor Reed’s POV

I stood at the front of the lecture hall, tablet in hand, but my mind wasn’t on the lecture of the day.

It was on her.

Kendra sat in the third row, legs crossed, looking far too innocent in that short skirt. Every time I glanced her way, memories flooded me — her spread open on my desk, moaning like a whore, while Kane fucked her right in front of me.

My jaw tightened.

I turned back to the board and continued writing, but I made sure to weave her into every example.

“As we discussed last week, when the law is broken, there are consequences,” I said, my voice calm but edged with something darker. “Take, for instance, a student who thinks she can play both sides. Who believes she can spread her legs for one lecturer… and then another.”

A few students chuckled nervously. Kendra’s eyes widened slightly. I looked directly at her, letting my gaze burn with angry lust.

“Such a girl might think she’s clever. But eventually, she’ll learn who truly owns her.”

Kendra shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together. Good. Let her squirm.

I continued the lecture like that for the full hour — using her as a silent example, throwing in subtle, cutting remarks only she would understand. Every time our eyes met, I gave her that look. The one that said: You’re mine. And you’re going to regret letting Kane touch what belongs to me.

When the lecture finally ended, I didn’t even wait for the students to pack up.

“Kendra,” I called out sharply, my voice cutting through the noise. “Come with me. Now.”

She hesitated for half a second, then gathered her things and followed me out of the hall. I could feel the eyes of other students on us, but I didn’t care.

We walked in silence to my office. The moment we stepped inside, I saw her.

A pretty final-year student — Clara — was already waiting on the couch like I had instructed earlier. She was dressed in a tight top and short skirt, clearly eager to please.

Kendra froze when she saw the other girl.

I locked the door behind us with a loud click.

“You think Kane’s dick is better than mine, you little slut?” I growled at Kendra, already unzipping my pants. My thick cock sprang free, hard and angry. “You let him fuck you in my own office?”

Kendra’s breath hitched, but she didn’t deny it.

I turned to Clara. “Come here.”

Clara stood up obediently and walked over. I yanked her top down roughly, exposing her full, perky breasts. I grabbed them hard, squeezing and pinching her nipples until she moaned. Then I pushed her skirt up, ripped her panties aside, and dropped to my knees.

I buried my face between Clara’s thighs and ate her pussy aggressively — sucking her clit, thrusting my tongue inside her, making her moan loudly and shamelessly.

“Oh Professor… yes!” Clara cried out, gripping my hair. She didn’t hold back — moaning like a pornstar, clearly enjoying putting on a show for Kendra.

Kendra stood there, breathing heavily, her thighs pressed together. I could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs.

I stood up, cock throbbing, and bent Clara over my desk. I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, fucking her hard and deep, making her breasts bounce and her moans echo through the office.

“Tell Kendra how good it feels,” I ordered Clara.

“So good, Professor!” Clara moaned loudly. “Your cock is so much better!”

Kendra’s hand slipped between her legs. She started touching herself, biting her lip, eyes glued to us.

I fucked Clara harder, staring directly at Kendra the entire time.