Filthy Surrender: The Forbidden Files

Chapter One –

Avena's POV

I had always thought about what it would feel like to have Professional Noah D’Artagnan’s cock inside of me.

He was way older, but I mean, who cared?

I know I didn't.

Judging from the strain in his tailored pants, he was HUGE.

No, I was not exaggerating and yes, I was currently staring as he paced the platform, trying to explain something I wasn't even paying attention to.

The fabric stretched over his thigh with every step he took, and the outline of his shaft pressed against the dark wool like it was demanding to be freed.

Oh what I'd do just to get a chance to free it.

I bit my lower lip hard and felt a pulse between my legs that had nothing to do with my heartbeat.

Three years.

It had been three years of watching his recorded lectures in my dorm, headphones on, and hand shoved down my pajama bottoms, imagining his low and commanding rumble of a voice, ordering me to touch myself.

I had come to the sound of his name more times than I could count. And now he was right there, silver at his temples, and dark eyes scanning the room like he owned every inch of this university.

The same way I wanted him to own every inch of my body.

He was not only older, but he was seasoned and the kind of handsome that didn't need youth to burn.

I was too lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that he had caught me staring. His gaze locked onto mine and the lecture notes in his hand dropped to the podium.

His lips curved into something that was barely a smile and I felt my breath hitch, and my thighs clenched so tight a damp heat spread through my panties.

The man fucking knew.

He knew I'd been watching him, wanting him, and imagining his hands on my body.

The worst part?

He wasn't looking away.

I forced my gaze away, looking everywhere else but at him as he went on with the lecture. The rest of the class was a blur and I couldn't tell you a single word he said.

I just sat there, soaked, trying to steady my breathing while my cunt throbbed in time with his footsteps.

Then when the lecture ended, I tried to slip out with the crowd. I was almost at the door, a sigh of relief escaping my lips when his voice cut through the chatter like a blade.

“Ms. Thomas. A moment, please”.

I froze.

Students shuffled past me, some glancing back with curiosity. After taking a deep breath, I swallowed and turned slowly. He was standing behind his desk, arms crossed, with that same predatory look fixed on me.

I walked towards him, legs unsteady while my heart slammed against my ribs. I stopped in front of his desk but he waited until the door clicked shut.

“My office. Now”.

Then he walked out of the class first and I trailed far behind, heart still slamming against my ribs.

When I entered, I found him already sitting. His gaze was fixed on me as I approached his desk steadily.

Then he lowered his gaze to a folder on his desk. It had my name—Avena Thomas, boldly written on it.

My academic file, I realized.

He picked it up, flipped it open, then scanned the pages, and let the silence stretch.

“Avena Thomas”. My name in his mouth made my stomach flip. “Your previous semester's grades are… concerning”.

His voice was a low rumble, the same one that had made me come in the dark of my room.

He looked up with those dark eyes. I was pinned in place by them. “I've reviewed your transcripts. Your potential is clear, but your performance has dropped significantly”.

He set the folder down and stood, moving around the desk until he was towering over me. The scent of his cologne—wood and something strong, filled my lungs.

“We'll need regular meetings. I'll be assigned as your academic supervisor”. He said and his hand brushed my arm lightly. I shivered. “Effective immediately”.

I couldn't speak as he stepped closer. Then he walked past me, causing me to turn around to watch as he strode to the door and put the lock in place.

Click.

Then he walked towards me and I was backed into the edge of his desk. He didn't just stop at that, his hands came down on either side of me, caging me in,

Heat instantly enveloped me.

“You've been thinking about this, haven't you?”.

The question was soft and almost amused and my lips parted, but no sound came out. Then his mouth descended to my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I gasped, eyes closing.

“I've seen you in my lectures”, he murmured against my throat. I fought the urge not to swallow. “Watching me while touching yourself in the back row, thinking I wouldn't notice”. His teeth grazed my pulse. “I noticed”.

“Yes”. The word tore out of me, desperately. “Yes, I've been thinking about it. About you”.

I opened my eyes and he pulled back just enough to meet them. His were dark and his pupils were blown wide.

“Good. Because I've been thinking about you too”.

Before I could even say a word, his mouth was on mine. It was hard, demanding, and he tasted of coffee. His tongue slid past my lips, and I moaned into him, my hands fisting into his jacket.

He lifted me onto the desk like I weighed nothing and shoved the papers and files aside. Then he pushed my skirt up, the cool wood pressing against my thighs as his fingers found the waistband of my panties.

“Damn”, he breathed against my lips. “Already wet, aren't you?”.

I couldn't answer.

He pulled my panties aside and I felt his fingers…those long, deft fingers I'd dreamed about... slide over my slick folds.

"Uhhhh..."

I licked my lips, mouth opening in a silent cry. He didn't tease, he just buried two of his fingers inside me without preamble.

“Fuck”, I gasped, my head falling back.

“Wet already. Good”. He said, thumb finding my clit, and circling it in a rhythm that made my legs shake.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my cunt, slow at first, before he moved faster, the sound obscene and perfect in the empty office.

I grabbed his shoulders and my nails dug into them as my head spiralled. “Professor —”.

“Noah”, he corrected, his voice strained. “When I'm inside you, you call me Noah”.

“Mmmm….”. I moaned in response as he continued working inside me, the slick squelch of his fingers, echoing off the four corners.

His thumb pressed harder, and I felt the coil tighten in my belly. I was going to come, right there, on his desk and on his fingers while he watched me fall apart.

“Please”, I whimpered. “Please, I want your cock. I need you to fuck me—”.

He chuckled low. “Not yet”.

He continued curling his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. My moans echoed off the walls and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to.

“I'm so close, Noah”. I moaned, bitting my bottom lip.

“That's it”, he murmured. “Come for me”.

Like I had always been fantasizing about his voice ordering me to cum, I did. I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, and causing my cunt to clench around his fingers while my body arched off the desk. But he kept moving, drawing the cum out and pushing it back in, until I collapsed, gasping while my forehead was slick with sweat.

He withdrew his fingers slowly then took them to his lips. With his eyes never leaving mine, he licked them clean.

“Good girl”. He muttered, and adjusted the huge rod straining against his pants.

Then leaned in, but I was still trembling.

“Tonight”, he said, his breath hot against my ear. “Seven o’clock. My office. We'll begin your lessons”.

I swallowed, my throat dry. “Lessons?”.

He smiled. A wolfish kind. “On how to properly earn that A+”.

He paused.

“And how to take my cock when I decide you've earned it”.