DETENTION (CHAPTER TWO)

"Close the book, Noah."

The command was low, deliberate, each syllable threaded with something dark and thrilling. Noah’s fingers trembled as they obeyed, shutting his textbook with a quiet thump that felt louder than it should in the near-empty staff lounge. Only a few students lingered outside the door, their muffled chatter echoing down the hallway.

It was near the end of the day…when fatigue dulled alertness, when rules began to blur.

Professor Julian Calder leaned back in his chair across the table, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on his student with an intensity that pinned Noah in place.

“Get under.”

Noah blinked, confused. “Sir?”

“Under the table.” Julian’s voice dipped into gravel. “Now.”

There was no mistaking the authority in that tone. Noah’s heart pounded against his ribs as he pushed his chair back slowly. He ducked beneath the table, the carpet rough against his knees. The tablecloth concealed him from sight..barely. One wrong movement and someone passing the door could glance in and see him kneeling there.

But that was the point.

Professor Calder didn’t shift. He simply reached down and unfastened his belt with a soft clink.

“You’re going to keep quiet,” Julian murmured, almost conversational. “Not a sound. Not a single moan. Or I’ll punish you right here in front of anyone who walks in. Understood?”

Noah nodded, already flushed, pupils dilated.

Julian guided him with a firm hand into position. Noah’s lips parted, breath catching as he took in the scent and heat of his professor. Julian’s cock was already half-hard, pulsing, demanding.

The first tentative lick had Julian exhaling sharply. But he didn’t move, didn’t let the mask of stoicism slip even as Noah’s mouth grew bolder, wetter.

Outside, footsteps passed.

Julian’s hand fisted the edge of the table. He cleared his throat casually, as though nothing were happening. As though the boy under the table wasn’t suckling at him with a sinful devotion that had his composure cracking.

“You’ve gotten better,” he said aloud, tone brisk as if he were discussing coursework. “Still needs refinement. Don’t rush.”

Noah whimpered low in his throat.

Julian pressed down gently on the back of his head, the message clear. Don’t stop.

The rhythm built…sloppy, eager, dangerous. Noah's cheeks hollowed, eyes watering as Julian’s cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged softly, tears streaming down his face, and Julian let out a barely audible grunt, one that almost sounded like a cough.

“Still so eager to please.”

A chair scraped nearby. Someone had entered the room.

Noah froze.

Julian didn’t.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Rourke,” he said smoothly. “Did you need something?”

The woman’s voice was sharp. “I forgot my planner. Have you seen…?”

“No. But check the side cabinet. Left drawer.”

Julian didn’t twitch even as Noah resumed slowly, the vibrations of his hum making Julian see stars.

The woman lingered, rummaged.

Julian clenched his jaw, face strained but blank. Every nerve was on fire. His hand slid under the table, fingers twisting in Noah’s hair as he forced him deeper. Noah gagged again, then relaxed, throat flexing expertly.

Julian came silently. Barely a breath. Just the hard, brutal clutch of his hand in Noah’s hair and the tense lock of his jaw as he spilled down his student’s throat.

The woman left. The door clicked shut.

Julian exhaled slowly.

“You swallowed every drop,” he muttered, voice like a growl. “Good little slut.”

Noah emerged from beneath the table, flushed and breathless, lips swollen and slick. Julian adjusted himself, then stood, towering over him.

“Detention isn’t over. You’ll follow me to my office. Crawl.”

Noah dropped to all fours without hesitation, eyes glassy with want.

Julian smirked as he opened the door, standing aside for his pet to crawl out.

Right into the path of someone unexpected.

A gasp.

“Is that…Noah? What the hell are you doing on the floor?”

The voice sliced through the heavy silence like a blade. Noah froze, chest heaving, heat flaring through his veins as he crawled out from beneath the table, cheeks burning crimson and eyes glossy with want and shame.

Professor Julian Calder stood stiff as a statue, towering and unyielding, but his eyes flicked sharply to the door where Noah’s roommate and best friend, Carter, stood, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion and suspicion.

Julian’s jaw tightened. This was a complication he hadn’t planned for.

Carter’s gaze bounced between him and Noah, lips twitching with disbelief. “Is this some kind of joke? Because if it is, it’s a shitty one.”

Julian cleared his throat, voice calm but edged with authority. “Carter, your friend slipped and fell. He was on his knees trying to reach a loose button on his shoe. I asked him to stay put so he wouldn’t hurt himself again.”

“Noah doesn’t even wear shoes in here, and he’s…on his knees?” Carter’s skepticism was obvious.

Julian fixed him with a look sharp enough to cut glass. “Believe what you want. But I suggest you don’t interrupt again. This is a staff lounge, not a dormitory. Get out.”

There was steel beneath the politeness that brooked no argument.

Carter hesitated, studying them both, but the finality in Julian’s tone pushed him back. With one last doubtful glance at Noah, he spun on his heel and strode away, footsteps fading down the corridor.

Julian exhaled slowly, turning back to Noah, who was trembling, lips parted, flushed and desperate.

“Follow me,” Julian said, voice low and dangerous.

Noah dropped back to his knees and crawled ahead, heart hammering, anticipation spiraling through every nerve.

The professor’s office was small but impeccably ordered….dark wood, leather-bound books, and a faint scent of cedarwood and something musky, intoxicating.

Julian closed the door behind them with a soft click that sounded far too final.

Noah’s breath hitched as Julian approached, hand trailing down his arm with deliberate slowness, fingers curling possessively around his wrist.

“You’re mine tonight,” Julian growled, voice thick with hunger.

Noah whimpered, eyes wide and wet. “Daddy…” The word spilled from his lips in a trembling, broken plea, so filthy and raw it made Julian’s breath catch.

“Good boy.” Julian’s hand slid down Noah’s chest, thumbs grazing over taut skin. “You’ve been such a good little slut for me.”

Noah dropped to his knees again, this time willingly, lips parting as Julian’s cock pressed against his mouth.

The filthy, desperate sounds Noah made filled the room…the slick, wet hum of his tongue as it worshiped Julian’s length, the soft sobs and choked cries that tore from deep inside.

Julian’s hands tangled in Noah’s hair, guiding, controlling, pushing deeper until Noah gagged softly, eyes tearing up but refusing to pull away.

“Don’t stop,” Julian hissed. “Show me how much you need me.”

The rhythm quickened, sloppy and greedy. Noah’s tongue swirled, sucking, licking, tasting the salt and musk of the man who owned him utterly.

Julian’s cock twitched, pulsing heavy and hard in Noah’s mouth. His breathing hitched, voice breaking through gritted teeth.

“You’re going to take all of me,” he warned, voice rough like gravel. “Every inch. And you’re going to like it.”

Noah nodded, tears slipping down his cheeks as the overwhelming sensation pulled him under. His mouth stretched, swallowing Julian’s thick length as far as it could go, throat flexing, gagging and catching the spill of pleasure pouring from the professor.

Julian’s hips pressed forward, grinding slowly at first, then with mounting urgency, filling Noah’s mouth to the brim, testing his limits.

“Such a filthy little slut,” Julian growled. “Look at you. So wet, so desperate. You’re dripping just from this.”

Noah’s fingers clenched the edge of Julian’s desk, nails digging into wood as he sobbed quietly, the mixture of humiliation and lust breaking him open.

Julian’s control snapped.

He pulled back just enough for air but kept a possessive grip on Noah’s hair. “Get on the desk,” he commanded.

Noah scrambled up, chest heaving, cheeks flushed deep crimson.

Julian wasted no time. His hands roamed…grabbing hips, kneading ass, the heavy weight of his body pressing down hard.

“Spread for me,” Julian ordered, voice low and commanding.

Noah obeyed, trembling under the intensity of Julian’s stare, hands clutching the desk’s edge.

Julian’s cock pressed at his entrance, thick and demanding.

“Beg for it,” Julian growled.

“No, please, daddy,” Noah gasped, voice cracking with need.

Julian smirked. “That’s better.”

Then he pushed inside with a slow, brutal thrust that stole Noah’s breath and sent shudders through his body.

“Shit,” Julian muttered, voice rough with desire. “You’re so tight.”

Noah’s body arched into the thrusts, every movement raw and greedy.

“Take me,” Julian snarled, hips snapping forward, slamming into Noah again and again.

Noah cried out, voice breaking in a mix of pain and pleasure, “Yes, daddy, please…”

The filthy moans, the desperate whimpers filled the room, each one a confession of ownership, submission, and obsession.

Julian’s pace was merciless, punishing, and possessive. He grabbed Noah’s hair, yanking his head back to expose the flushed neck he marked with bruising kisses and bites.

“You’re mine,” Julian whispered harshly against Noah’s skin. “Only mine.”

Noah sobbed, clutching Julian’s wrists as the professor’s cock hit deeper limits, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy and pain.

“Cum for me,” Julian ordered, voice hoarse, every thrust driving them both closer to the edge.

Noah screamed, voice broken and slutty as he spilled over Julian’s cock, trembling, crying, utterly lost in the brutal, possessive pleasure.

Julian followed seconds later, hips jerking, growling as he emptied inside Noah, fingers tightening in his hair.

They collapsed against the desk, gasping, slick, and raw.

The moment shattered by a sudden sharp knock at the door.

Julian’s eyes snapped open, dark and wild.

“Who the fuck…”

Noah’s breath caught, heart pounding with dread and forbidden thrill.

The door creaked open just a crack.

A shadow fell in the doorway.