登入Harper’s POVI spent the next two days trying not to think about Dr. Kane, but my mind kept circling back to that evening in his office no matter what I did. The way he had listened when I talked about my paper, the way his arm had brushed mine on the couch, the quiet way he said my name right before I left. It was stupid. He was my professor. Twelve years older than me. Completely off limits. But every time I sat in his lecture I found myself watching the way he moved, the way his voice dropped when he got passionate about a text, the small smile he gave when a student said something insightful. I told myself it was just admiration for a good teacher, but my body knew better. My skin still remembered that brief contact, and my stomach did this little flip whenever our eyes met across the room.After practice on Wednesday I found myself walking toward the humanities building again. My hair was still damp from the shower and my tennis bag felt heavy on my shoulder. I told myself I was
HARPER.I sat in the back row of the lecture hall like I always did, my legs crossed tightly under the desk, my tennis bag shoved against the wall beside me. The room smelled like old wood and coffee, and Dr. Kane’s voice carried through it with that calm, precise tone that made every sentence feel important. I was taking notes as fast as I could, but my hand kept pausing because I was too busy watching the way he moved when he wrote on the board. The way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. The way he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows when he got passionate about a passage. I hated how aware I was of him.Literature seminar was supposed to be my easy elective. Instead it was kicking my ass. I had a big paper due in two days and I knew it wasn’t good enough. I had spent most of last night staring at a blinking cursor instead of actually writing. My body still ached from morning practice — quads burning, shoulders tight from all the serves. Being on the tennis team meant I was u
SOPHIA'S POV.I stepped into the penthouse and the heavy door clicked shut behind me. My legs were still shaky from the long day at the office, from kneeling under Damien’s desk with his cock in my mouth during two separate meetings while the board members sat just feet away.The plug had been removed before I left the tower, but my pussy and ass still felt tender and used. I could feel the lingering wetness between my thighs as I walked toward the bedroom. The sheer black blouse stuck to my skin and my short skirt rode up with every step, reminding me constantly of how exposed I had been all day.Damien was waiting in the living room, standing by the tall windows overlooking the city. He turned when he heard me and his eyes moved slowly over my body, taking in every detail of my disheveled state.“Go change,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Red lingerie set on the bed. Red dress over it. Nothing else. Then come back here on your hands and knees.”I nodded without a word and went
SOPHIA'S POV.The next meeting started less than thirty minutes later. I was already back under Damien’s desk before the board members even arrived, my knees pressed into the carpet, my short skirt bunched around my waist, and the plug still vibrating steadily inside my ass.My mouth was full of his thick cock again. I had barely had time to wipe the spit and tears from my face before he pulled me back down and told me to keep him warm. The taste of him was everywhere, salty and masculine, and my jaw already ached from the first session, but I sucked him slowly and carefully as the door opened and the familiar voices filled the room above me.Richard Harlan’s voice hit me first. He greeted Damien with that same smooth tone, but I could hear the slight edge of curiosity in it. I knew he had been staring at me earlier, and now the knowledge that he was sitting right there while I knelt naked from the waist down with Damien’s cock sliding between my lips made my entire body flush with he
SOPHIA'S POV.A few days had passed since that first intense afternoon in the penthouse and my body still carried the marks of everything Damien had done to me. Small bruises on my hips from his grip, a lingering soreness between my legs and in my ass that flared up whenever I moved the wrong way, and this constant low hum of awareness under my skin like my body had been rewired to react to his presence even when he was across the room.I sat at the small desk he had set up for me in the corner of his main office at Voss Tower trying to focus on organizing his schedule for the next week.The sheer black blouse he made me wear today clung to my breasts and the matching skirt was short enough that I had to keep my thighs pressed together so no one would notice I was not wearing panties underneath. The plug was back in place again this morning, smaller than the first one but still enough to remind me with every shift in my chair exactly who controlled my body now.Damien sat at his large
SOPHIA'S POV.I stayed on my stomach on the couch still catching my breath after that shattering orgasm while Damien’s thick cock rested heavy against my ass cheek. My pussy felt wrecked and open leaking his cum and my own juices onto the cushions underneath me.The plug continued its low steady buzz inside my ass sending constant ripples of sensation through my body that kept my clit throbbing even after I had just cum so hard. Damien ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and over my sore ass cheeks where his spanks still burned warm on my skin. Every touch felt electric. My body was oversensitive and buzzing with leftover pleasure but already starting to crave more.He gripped my hips and pulled me up onto my knees so my chest stayed pressed to the couch cushions and my ass stayed raised high for him. “Stay exactly like this Sophia. I am going to edge that greedy pussy again while I get your ass ready for my cock. You will not cum until I am buried inside it. Understand?”I nodded
Emma.I pushed open the heavy door to room 412 and stepped inside, the familiar sterile smell of the private wing hitting me. My scrubs still felt too tight against my skin after the drive back from home, and my hands were still a little shaky from everything that had happened this morning. I force
Emma Ryan was inside me, but it felt like he was already gone.He had me on my back, legs wrapped around his waist the way we had done a thousand times before. His cock slid in and out of my pussy in the same steady rhythm he always used—not too fast, not too slow, just enough to get the job done.
LANA I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, staring at the letter I had written and rewritten three times. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Even though I had planned exactly what I was going to say to Mom when she got home, the moment I heard her car pull up, every word disappeared from my head.
LANAThe words came out of me all shaky and needy, my voice still hoarse from screaming on his desk. My body was trembling, pussy still pulsing from the last orgasm, but the ache inside me only got worse. I knew this was wrong. I knew Mom was at work and could come home any second. But right then a







