Chapter 4

Anything You Want 

Maya’s POV

“Close the door and lock it.”

My fingers shook as I pushed the door shut. The lock clicked into place. When I turned around, Elias was still seated behind his desk, watching me with an expression I had never seen on him before. Calm, but colder.

“Sit down, Miss Reed.”

I sat on the edge of the chair opposite him. My heart was beating so hard I felt sick.

He leaned back and studied me for a long moment. “What you did yesterday was reckless and stupid. Using a vibrator in a classroom. Leaving the door unlocked. Do you have any idea what would happen if another student had walked in instead of me?”

I swallowed. “I know.”

“I have spent the last twenty-four hours deciding whether to report this to the dean.” His voice stayed quiet. “Academic misconduct. Sexual activity on campus property. It would end your scholarship immediately. You would be gone by the end of the week.”

My stomach dropped. Fear spread through my chest so fast I could barely breathe. This was it. He was going to ruin everything.

But even while he spoke, his eyes kept dropping to my mouth, to the way my blouse sat against my chest, to the skirt he had told me to wear. There was hunger in his gaze that did not match the cold words coming out of his mouth.

Something inside me snapped.

I do not know what changed in that second. Maybe it was pure desperation. Maybe it was the way he looked at me while talking about destroying my future. Maybe it was because he was too handsome, too controlled, too much for me to think straight. All I knew was that sitting there and waiting for him to decide my life felt worse than anything else.

I stood up.

Elias raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

I walked around the desk slowly until I was standing right in front of him. My legs were trembling. I could feel how wet I already was and hated myself for it. I moved closer until my thighs touched his knees. My hand slid up to his shoulder, then to the side of his neck. I could feel how warm his skin was. I reached out and placed my hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. Then I stepped even closer, sliding one leg between his thighs until my knee pressed against the hard bulge in his trousers. I felt him twitch under the contact.

“You called me here at four o’clock,” I said, my voice shaking but louder than before. “You told me to wear this skirt. You looked at me the way you are looking at me right now. You made me wait all day thinking about what you would do.” I reached down and placed my hand over the thick shape of his cock, feeling how hard he already was. “Do you really want to report me… or did you bring me here because you want this?”

His eyes darkened.

I rubbed my palm slowly along the length of him through the fabric. “I offered you anything. I meant every word. Please. Do not take my scholarship. Take me instead. Use me. I will do whatever you want. Just do not send me home.”

For three full seconds he did not move. Then his hand shot out, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me down until my face was inches from his.

“You have no idea what you are offering,” he said, voice low and rough.

“Then show me.”

That was all it took.

He stood up so fast the chair scraped against the floor. In the next second he had me bent over his desk, my cheek pressed against the cool wood. He yanked my skirt up around my waist. I heard him curse under his breath when he realised I had obeyed and worn nothing underneath.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You came here like this?”

I could only nod, my face burning.

His hand slid between my legs from behind. Two fingers pushed into me without warning. I cried out at the sudden stretch.

“Ah…!”

He pumped them in and out slowly, spreading the wetness.

“You are soaked,” he said. “All that fear and you are still this wet for me.”

“Please,” I gasped. “Please… do not stop touching me.”

He pulled his fingers out, and a second later I felt the thick head of his cock press against my entrance. He pushed in with one long, slow thrust that forced the air from my lungs. The burn and the fullness made my eyes water.

“Oh god… Elias…”

“Quiet,” he ordered, but his voice was strained. He pulled back and thrust in again, harder. The desk creaked. He set a deep, steady rhythm that made my toes curl inside my shoes. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. The other tangled in my hair and pulled my head back.

“You wanted this,” he said against my ear as he fucked me. “You walked in here and offered yourself. Now take it.”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, please, fuck me… ah… harder…”

He fucked me harder. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the office. Every thrust hit a place that made my knees weak. Pleasure built fast and sharp. 

Somewhere in the middle of it, a dangerous thought crossed my mind… I was enjoying this. I was moaning and pushing back against him like I had not come here only to beg. The realisation scared me almost as much as it excited me.

“I can feel you clenching,” he growled. “Are you going to come on my cock already?”

“I… I cannot help it… fuck… it feels too good…”

“Then come. Now.”

The command broke me. My orgasm slammed through me so hard I cried out, shaking, pulsing around him. He kept thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until I was whimpering and begging him not to stop.

He pulled out, turned me around, and lifted me onto the desk, so I was sitting facing him. He stepped between my spread thighs and pushed back inside in one thrust. This time he watched my face while he fucked me. One hand wrapped loosely around my throat. The other hand slid under my blouse, pushed my bra up, and closed over my bare breast, squeezing and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he said.

I could not look away. Another orgasm started building almost immediately. He noticed.

“Already?” He sounded almost amused, but his eyes were dark with lust. “Greedy little thing.”

He kept rubbing my nipple while he drove into me harder. I moaned loudly, the sound breaking in the middle.

“Elias… I am going to… again… please do not stop…”

“Come,” he ordered.

I came a second time with a broken cry, clinging to his shoulders. He followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a low, rough groan that I felt in my bones.

For a long moment neither of us moved. He stayed inside me, breathing hard, forehead almost touching mine. I could feel his release leaking out around his cock.

Then he slowly pulled out. I sat there on the edge of his desk, skirt still bunched around my waist, thighs wet, shaking.

Elias fixed his clothes with steady hands, then looked at me.

“Tomorrow,” he said quietly. “Same time. You will come straight here after your last class.”

He opened the door for me.

“Do not be late, Miss Reed.”

I slid off the desk on unsteady legs, pulled my skirt down with trembling fingers, and walked out into the empty hallway. His cum was still warm between my thighs.

I started this.  

I chose this.  

I walked around that desk, put my hand on his cock, and offered myself because the thought of losing everything was worse than the thought of belonging to him.

And now there was no way back.

The door clicked shut behind me. I stood alone in the quiet hallway, legs still shaking, his release slipping down my skin, and the only thought left in my head was that tomorrow could not come fast enough… and that terrified me more than anything else.