The Pleasure Archive

“Take off your shirt now!”

My fingers stood still on the edge of the desk.

Professor Elias Voss stood two steps away, arms crossed over his chest as his deep voice cut through the silence of his private office.

How did we get here? The door went shut behind him only seconds ago.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard that I thought he would hear it.

I swallowed, my throat dry. “Professor, what are you…”

“You heard me, Lila,” he said, taking one step closer. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable. “You came here after hours of begging for extra credit on that paper you barely passed and I told you there would be consequences for wasting my time. So strip or walk out and fail my class.”

Heat rushed up my neck.

I was twenty-one, not some clueless freshman, but the way he said it made my knees weak.

Elias Voss wasn’t like other professors. He was in his mid-thirties, tall, and always dressed in black shirts that hugged his shoulders too well. Students always whispered about him and I had heard that he’s dangerous if you get on his bad side.

I wasn’t supposed to like that but my hands moved before my brain caught up. I grabbed the hem of my thin white blouse and pulled it over my head. His eyes fell on my chest and my simple black bra suddenly felt too small under his gaze.

“Good girl,” his voice dropped lower as he licked his lips. “Now the skirt.”

“You are serious?” I whispered, but my fingers were already finding the zipper at my side. The sound of it coming down seemed too loud in the room.

“I’m dead serious,” he leaned back against his desk, watching each of my movements. “You think you can flirt with me in lectures, bat those eyes, then turn in sloppy work? No. I will teach you what happens when you push me tonight.”

The skirt stopped at my ankles, and I stepped out of it, standing there in just my bra and panties with my heels still on. My cheeks flushed. 

Part of me wanted to cover up so badly but another part, the one that had been daydreaming about him since the first week of the semester, stayed still.

Elias pushed off the desk toward the door and walked around me slowly.

“Look at you…” He scoffed. “… trembling already when we’ve barely started. Tell me, Lila, did you wear these little panties hoping I would see them?”

“No…” I bit my lip. “Maybe… I… I don’t know,” I stammered.

He stopped behind me, his breath brushing the back of my neck.

“Honesty. That’s the first rule. Lie to me again and this ends.”

His fingers traced down my spine, light but firm. I shivered hard. No one had ever touched me like they owned the air I breathed before.

“I wore them hoping,” I admitted, my voice shaky. “I know it’s wrong. You are my professor.”

“Wrong?” he chuckled softly, the sound making my belly shake. “Wrong is you sitting in my class crossing and uncrossing your legs while I try to teach. Wrong is me thinking about bending you over this desk every damn night.”

His hand slid around to my stomach, pulling me back against his chest. He was hard already and I could feel the length of his dick pressing through his pants against my ass.

“Professor Voss…”

“Elias,” he corrected me, lips grazing my ear.

“When we are alone like this, call me Elias. Now, say it.”

“Elias…” I muttered. The name felt forbidden on my tongue.

He spun around me fast, backing me up until my thighs hit the edge of his desk. The desk shifted and papers scattered to the floor. Suddenly, his hands gripped my waist, lifting me easily onto the wooden surface.

“Spread your legs.”

I did, slowly. 

This was really happening. The strict literature professor who barely smiled in class had me half-naked on his desk after dark.

He stepped between my thighs, one hand cupping my chin to force my eyes up to his. “You still have a choice. Tell me to stop and I will let you walk out, grade your paper fairly, and pretend none of this happened.”

I looked at him and searched his face with my eyes. Finally, I could see his sharp jaw up close. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead and his eyes seemed to see every dirty thought I’d ever had about him.

“I don’t want to stop,” I breathed.

“Then beg me to touch you,” a slow smile curled on his lips.

My breath slowed, and humiliation together with heat rushed between my legs. “Please… Elias, touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere,” I replied in a cracked voice. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above mine. “Weeks? Try months. I knew what you were the moment you walked into my lecture hall, my… little troublemaker.”

His hands finally moved, sliding up my inner thigh. Teasingly, his fingers brushed the edge of my panties. I gasped, my hips twitching forward on their own.

“You are so wet already,” he murmured, pressing two fingers against my damp panties. “This pussy has been aching for me, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“God, yes.”

He rubbed my clit in slow circles, watching my face the whole time. I moaned louder, my hands gripping his shoulder with my nails digging through his shirt.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Lila. I want to hear how filthy that pretty mouth can get.”

I hesitated for just half a second, and because of that, he stopped moving his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” I begged quickly. “I want… I want your fingers inside me. I want you to make me cum on your hand.”

His eyes flashed. “Better.”

He pushed my panties aside and slid one thick finger into me without warning. I cried out, my back arching. He added a second one almost immediately, curling them just right.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” he growled. 

I rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure building fast in my core. “Harder… please, Elias. Don’t be gentle with me.”

He thrusted his fingers deeper, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it. The sound of my wet pussy filled the office and my moans came louder and more desperate.

“You like being used like this? A dirty little student spreading her legs for extra credit?”

The words should have shamed me, but instead they made me drip more. “Yes… I like it. Use me.”

His free hand tangled in my hair, tugging my head back so he could bite down on my neck enough to sting me.

“Ugh..” I whimpered.

“You are going to cum for me now, Lila. And when you do, I want you to scream my name.”

“I can’t… someone might…”

“You can,” his fingers moved faster.

“Cum for me, girl.”

I cummed hard. My thighs shook, walls pulsing hard around his finger as I cried out “Elias!” over and over. Pleasure surged through me, leaving me gasping against his chest.

He didn’t pull away immediately. He kept stroking gently, drawing the slime out until I was twitching with oversensitivity.

When I finally caught my breath, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to my lips.

“Clean them,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine.

I opened my mouth without thinking like a child craving a lollipop. I pushed his fingers into my mouth and I sucked them, tasting myself on his skin. His eyes darkened as he watched me suck.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

“We are not done yet though,” he added and stepped back to unbuckle his belt.

My eyes dropped to his hands. “What the fuck!” I whispered. 

The moment I saw the size of his dick in his pants, my stomach flipped.

“Professor… Elias,” I started, voice cracking. “What if…”

The sharp knock on the office door cut me off.

We both froze.

Another knock came, louder this time.

“Professor Voss? It’s Dean Hargrove. I need to speak with you immediately about the disciplinary report.”

Elias’s jaw tightened. He looked at me, still half naked on his desk, thighs spread and lips swollen.

“Stay quiet,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t move an inch or everyone on this campus will know exactly what kind of extra credit you are earning tonight.”

I nodded slowly.

With that, he turned toward the door, already smoothing his shirt, while my heart beat rapidly in panic.

Then, the door handle started to turn before he could reach for it.