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Chapter 2: THE PROFESSOR’S BRUTAL CLAIM
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2026-01-27 23:34:29NOAH’S POV
Dr. Elliott came on stage while my fingers were still deep in my hole. The VIP room spun
around me, and the hazy purple lights made the men's faces look blurry as they watched from the
shadows, cigars forgotten in their hands. My cock was straining against the thong, and pre-cum
was dripping down my shaft like a traitor, but my mind yelled,
"Run!"
This couldn't be real. My ethics professor, the man whose voice alone made me hard in class,
was here, in this den of sin, looking at me like I was prey he had been stalking for months. He
didn't think twice. One hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of my butt with a wet
pop that was way too loud.
I gasped as he slammed me chest-first against the pole, and the cold metal bit into my nipples
through the harness. My body bent over without my wanting it to.
"What the fuck—"
I started, but his knee pushed between my legs, spreading me wide and grinding hard against my
balls until I cried out.
"Shut up, Nyx,"
he growled, his voice low and threatening and his breath hot on my neck. People had never used
my stage name like that before, as a curse and a claim. His free hand ripped the straps off the
harness, revealing my chest. His fingers pinched my nipple so hard that I bucked.
"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but
here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.”
My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn
away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his
trousers.
It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge.
"Professor, please—"
"Shut your mouth."
Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.
"Get out of here."
"Like you mean it."
I did what he said without thinking, my tongue swirling around them, tasting salt and smoke,
and drool running down my chin as he pushed them deeper, making me gag a little. The crowd
murmured, excited, and some of them openly stroked themselves. I felt both humiliation and
arousal at the same time.
My hole clenched emptily, aching for what came next. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth,
which was wet with my spit, and then, without warning, pushed them between my cheeks. Two
fingers broke through my rim, scissoring brutally and curling to hit my prostate on the first
thrust. I yelled, and my hips jerked back onto them.
The burn turned into electric pleasure.
"So fucking tight,"
he said in a hoarse voice.
"Have you been dreaming of this? You're ruining your pretty hole while you squirm in my
class?”
I couldn't say no. As he finger-fucked me harder, memories flooded back. I grew up in a terrible
caravan park on the edge of town, with a mom who drank too much and a dad who was in debt and angry. I had worked hard and gotten scholarships to go to Eldridge, but the rising cost of
tuition was too much for me.
I started out waiting tables, then stripping at smaller clubs, and finally Marcus found me for
Inferno. The money was dirty, but it paid the bills. And the excitement? It fed something dark in
me the power of being wanted, even if it wasn't real. Elliott's third finger joined in, making me
feel like I was about to cry.
I moaned as the invasion happened, and my ass pushed back greedily.
"Please,"
I begged, my voice breaking.The thong was wet, and the cock was leaking steadily. He turned
me around, back to the pole, and pulled the thong down my thighs until it got stuck at my ankles.
My cock came out thick, uncut, red, and dripping. Elliott's eyes got darker as he wrapped his
hand around it in a possessive way.
Rough strokes, thumb circling the head, and smearing pre-cum.
"Beg like a good slut."
"Please, Professor, fuck me."
Raw. Break me. Words split out, mixing shame with need. He let go of his own cock. It was
huge, veined, and heavy, and it curved up with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. He slapped it against
my ass cheeks, making a wet sound that echoed. Then he put it in my entrance.
"This hole is mine now."
With one hard thrust, he buried himself balls-deep. I yelled, and the stretch hurt like fire, but he
didn't give me time. He kept pounding me, his hand around my throat squeezing just enough to
make stars dance in my vision. With each slam, the pole dug into my back and his balls hit my
ass.
"Take it,"
he growled, and his free hand jerked my cock in time. My prostate hurt, and I was a mess
moaning, begging, and building up cum fast. The crowd was interested, but Elliott's eyes were
only on me, possessive and wild.
Come get your teacher."
I broke down, and my cum shot out in thick ropes across his suit. My hole tightened around him
like a vice. He grunted and pushed deeper, filling me with hot spurts that made me feel raw and
marked me inside and out. He bit my shoulder hard enough to make me bleed and whispered,
"Good boy."
We were panting there, his cock still moving inside me and cum dripping down my thighs. He
slowly pulled out and put himself away, but his hand stayed on my throat, with his thumb
stroking the pulse.
"Ten times the f*e,"
he said, his voice softer now, almost kind.
"But Noah, this isn't over.”
"You're coming with me,"
I said. The door burst open before I could think.Jax Rivera burst in, tattooed and muscular, with
that charming grin that always promised trouble. He was my dance partner. He had taught me
how to dance when I was younger, but lately his touches lasted too long and his eyes were
hungry.
"Nyx? What the hell? Marcus said you were in trouble.”
“Who's this jerk?”
Elliott stiffened, and his hand dropped to my waist in a possessive way. Jax's eyes moved back
and forth between us, and when they landed on the cum running down my thighs, his smile
turned sharp."Well, damn. Count me in next time you share.He got closer and playfully brushed
my arm with his fingers, but Elliott growled.
"Touch him and die."
There was a lot of tension. Jax laughed, but his eyes got smaller.
"Take it easy, big guy."
Nyx knows I look out for myself. He leaned in so that his lips touched my ear.
"Are you okay? Or do you want me to take care of this?”
I swallowed, my body still buzzing from Elliott's claim, but Jax's heat stirred something else
rivalry, maybe more. Marcus came to the door with a big belly and angry eyes before I could say
anything.
"What the hell is going on?"
You weren't supposed to, Elliott. Elliott's head shot up.
"Supposed to what?"
Marcus turned pale. Oh no. Did they know each other?
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