Strict Professor: 2

Office Discipline💦🫦

My phone buzzed again in my hand as Sarah raised an eyebrow at me in the hallway. "You sure you're okay? Your face is all red."

"Yeah, totally fine," I said quickly, shoving the phone into my pocket without checking it. "Just stressed about the revisions. Professor Black doesn't mess around."

Sarah shrugged and fell into step beside me toward the exit. "He's hot though, right? In that scary, don't-fuck-with-me way. I bet half the girls in class get off on his lectures."

I nearly tripped. "Sarah!"

"What? It's true." She laughed and nudged my arm. "Anyway, you coming to the dorm party later? Or are you actually going to study like a nerd?"

"Studying," I muttered, my mind already racing ahead to nine o'clock. "Catch you later."

The second she turned toward the dorms, I pulled out my phone. Two texts from Marcus.

*Don't keep me waiting, Emily.*

*My office. Now. Door unlocked.*

My thighs clenched just reading the words. The walk across campus felt endless, every shadow making me jump. By the time I reached the humanities building, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The halls were mostly empty this late. I slipped inside his office door and closed it behind me.

"Lock it," came his voice from the desk.

I turned the lock and faced him. Marcus sat there in his chair, sleeves rolled up, looking way too calm for what we'd done earlier. "You're late."

"Only by a few minutes," I protested, stepping closer. "Sarah stopped me in the hall. She was asking questions."

He stood up and closed the distance in two strides, backing me against the door. "Questions? What did you tell her?"

"That it was just about my paper." My breath hitched as his hand slid up my thigh under my skirt. "Marcus, wait—"

"No waiting." He kissed me hard, tongue demanding entrance while his fingers found me bare and still slick from before. "No panties. Good girl. You followed orders."

"I couldn't exactly put them back on after you kept them," I gasped against his mouth. "What if someone sees us?"

"Then they'll see their strict professor teaching his favorite student exactly how to earn extra credit." He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep. "Fuck, you're still wet from the lecture hall. Been thinking about my cock all this time?"

"Yes," I admitted, grinding down on his hand. "I couldn't focus on anything else. I kept replaying how you felt inside me."

He groaned and added a third finger, stretching me. "Tell me more. What exactly were you thinking about while walking here?"

"I was thinking about you bending me over your desk again," I whispered, voice shaky. "Fucking me hard while I try not to scream."

Marcus pulled his fingers out and spun me around, pressing my chest against the door. "Hands on the door. Don't move them."

I braced myself as he flipped my skirt up and kicked my feet apart. His belt buckle clinked, then I felt the thick head of his cock rubbing against my entrance.

"Beg for it," he ordered, voice low and rough. "Tell your professor what you need."

"Please, Marcus. Fuck me. I need your cock deep inside me right now." I pushed back against him, desperate. "Use me. Please."

He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. I moaned loud before I could stop myself. He clamped a hand over my mouth from behind.

"Quiet," he growled, starting to pound into me. "Or do you want the whole department to know what a slutty little student you are?"

The dirty words made me clench around him. Each thrust rocked me against the door, my breasts pressing into the wood. "Feels so good," I mumbled against his palm. "You're so deep."

"Yeah? This is what you get for staring at me in class." He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. "Every time you wear those short skirts, this is what happens. Me ruining this tight pussy after hours."

I whimpered, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Harder. Please, I can take it."

He gave it to me, slamming in faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the small office. Sweat started to slick our bodies. "Tell me whose pussy this is now."

"Yours," I gasped when he moved his hand. "It's your pussy, Professor. Fuck... I'm yours."

"Good girl." He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the loss. "On your knees. Clean my cock."

I dropped down and took him into my mouth, tasting myself on him. He fisted my hair, guiding me deeper. "That's it. Suck it like you mean it. Show me how bad you want your grade."

I worked him with my mouth and hand, gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat. He groaned and thrust shallowly. "Fuck, your mouth feels even better than I imagined."

After a minute he pulled me up and bent me over his desk instead, papers scattering. He slid back inside in one smooth thrust. "Spread your legs wider. Let me fuck you properly."

I obeyed, gripping the edge of the desk as he drove into me. The angle hit perfect every time. "Right there—yes, don't stop!"

"Never stopping until you're shaking." He spanked my ass lightly, then harder when I moaned louder. "You like that? Like your professor spanking you while he fucks you raw?"

"Yes," I cried out, the sting mixing with the pleasure. "Again. Please."

He spanked me a few more times, the slaps echoing. My orgasm built fast and intense. "I'm close, Marcus. So close."

"Come then. Come all over my cock like a good student." He reached around to rub my clit fast and I shattered, biting my arm to muffle the scream as waves crashed through me.

He kept thrusting through it, then pulled out and turned me around to sit on the desk. "Legs around me."

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed back in, face to face now. His eyes locked on mine. "Look at me while I fill you up."

We moved together, foreheads pressed close. "This is so wrong," I whispered between moans. "But I don't care anymore."

"Damn right you don't." He kissed me messy and deep, thrusting harder. "You're mine after this. Every late night, every office hour, this desk is where you belong."

"Yes," I panted. "I'm yours. Fuck me harder, Marcus."

He did, pounding into me until the desk creaked dangerously. I came again, clenching tight around him, and he followed with a low groan, spilling deep inside me.

We stayed like that, breathing hard. He kissed my neck softly, then my lips. "You did good, baby."

I smiled, still trembling. "I can't feel my legs."

He helped me down and handed me some tissues, but his eyes were still hungry. "We're not done. Bend over the couch next, I want you from behind again."

I moved to the small couch in the corner of his office, bending over the armrest. He came up behind me, sliding back in easily with how wet I was.

"God, yes," I moaned as he started moving again. "I love how you feel."

We went slower this time but deeper, his hands gripping my hips. He talked the whole time—filthy praise mixed with commands that had me begging for more.

Just as I was getting close again, a sharp knock sounded on the office door.

"Professor Black? It's Sarah. I saw Emily heading this way earlier. Is she still here? We need to talk about the group project."

Marcus froze mid-thrust, still buried deep inside me. His hand covered my mouth again as my eyes went wide with panic.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "Answer her, tell her you're busy and don't you dare make a sound while I keep fucking you."