Chapter 5

The Seminar Room

Maya’s POV

“What the hell is she doing here?”

Tessa’s voice cut across the quiet third floor of the library. I did not look up, but I felt her walking toward my table.

“You mean the charity girl?” one of her friends asked, laughing. “I thought she only existed in the lecture halls.”

Tessa stopped right beside me. Today she was wearing a short black gown that clung to her body and ended high on her thighs. Every time she shifted, the fabric rode up even more.

“Move your bag,” she said.

I did not move fast enough. She shoved my bag off the table with one hand. Books and pens scattered across the floor.

“Pick them up,” she ordered.

I bent down. The moment I did, she placed her heeled foot on the back of my hand and pressed down hard.

“Oops,” she said loudly. “I slipped.”

Pain shot up my wrist. I pulled my hand free and sat up, face burning. A few students looked over, then quickly looked away. No one said a word. No one ever did. Tessa’s father was an assemblyman. Everyone on campus knew it. That was why she could do whatever she wanted and walk away clean.

I stared at the open book in front of me without seeing a single word. It was obvious Tessa had not come to the library to study. She only ever showed up when the boy she liked was here. The same boy who had smiled at me once last week in the hallway. That smile was probably the real reason she hated me so much.

My mind drifted even while my hand still throbbed. I kept seeing Elias’s desk. The way he had bent me over it. The thick stretch of his cock pushing inside me. The wet sound of him fucking me. The way he had come deep and then calmly told me to return. My thighs pressed together under the table as the memory made me wet all over again.

My phone vibrated inside my bag.

Talk of the devil.

I pulled it out with shaking fingers. The screen lit up with a message from an unknown number.

Empty seminar room. Third floor. East wing. Now.

I packed my things quickly and left before Tessa could come back.

The east wing was almost empty. I found the seminar room at the end of the hall, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. Elias was already there, standing by the long table with his sleeves rolled up. He looked at me for a long second.

“Lock it.”

I turned and locked the door. When I faced him again, he was closer.

“Take off your panties and put them on the table.”

My face burned, but I reached under my dress, hooked my fingers into the waistband, and pulled them down. I placed the damp fabric on the table. He picked them up, felt how wet they already were, and slipped them into his pocket.

“Good girl.”

He walked behind me. His hands slid up the back of my thighs, pushing my dress up until it bunched around my waist. Cool air touched my bare skin.

“Bend over.”

I bent forward, palms flat on the wood. I heard his belt, then his zipper. A second later, the thick head of his cock pressed against me. He rubbed it slowly through my wetness, coating himself.

“Please,” I whispered.

He pushed in with one deep, hard thrust that forced a broken moan from my throat. My fingers curled against the table. He did not give me time to adjust. He fucked me in long, rough strokes that made the table rock. One hand gripped my hip. The other came down hard on my ass with a sharp spank that made me cry out.

“Quiet,” he ordered, and spanked me again, harder. The sting spread across my skin while he kept thrusting deep.

He reached around, shoved my dress higher, and closed his hand over my bare breast, squeezing roughly. His fingers found my nipple and pinched, rolling it while he fucked me.

“You will not come until I say so,” he said, voice low. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Yes, what?”

He thrust harder and pinched my nipple again.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Better.”

He kept playing with my breast, spanking my ass every few strokes, while his cock drove in and out of me. Pleasure built too fast. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold it back.

“I can feel you fighting it,” he murmured against my ear. “Do not you dare come yet. This cunt belongs to me now.”

“I… I am trying…” My voice broke. “It feels too good… please…”

He pulled out suddenly. I made a desperate sound. He turned me around, lifted me onto the edge of the table, and stepped between my legs. He pushed back inside in one thrust and started fucking me face to face. One hand wrapped around my throat. The other squeezed my breast hard, thumb rubbing over the tight nipple.

“Look at me while I fuck this tight little pussy.”

I forced my eyes to stay on his. Another orgasm was already building, heavier than the first. My thighs shook around his waist.

“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come… I cannot hold it…”

“Not yet.”

He fucked me deeper, hitting that spot over and over, still playing with my nipple until tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. I was trembling, dripping onto the table, completely at his mercy.

“Now,” he finally said. “Come on my cock.”

The relief was so strong I cried out as the orgasm crashed through me. My body clamped down around him. He kept thrusting through it, prolonging every wave, until I was whimpering and clinging to his shoulders.

He followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a low, rough groan. For a moment the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

Then someone knocked hard on the door.

We both froze.

Elias stayed buried inside me, his hand still on my throat, as the knock came again, louder.

A voice called from the other side, polite but firm.

“Dr Voss? Are you in there? We need to speak with you.”

My blood turned to ice. The knock came a third time.

And this time the voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. It belonged to someone I knew. Someone I was fond of.

Elias looked down at me, eyes dark, and spoke very quietly against my ear.

“The next time, I'll text you a location; you will go there without questions and without complaint. Do you understand me?”

I could only nod, heart slamming so hard I thought whoever was outside would hear it.

He slowly pulled out of me, fixed his clothes, and walked toward the door while I sat on

the table, dress still pushed up, his cum leaking out of me onto the wood.

The familiar voice spoke again, closer now.