I’ll be waiting

Monday came too slowly and too quickly at once.

Sophia sat in the front row this time—deliberately. Short gray skirt, white button-down tied at the waist, no bra. She’d spent the weekend exactly as he’d ordered: no touching herself, feeling his dried come flake away only in the shower this morning. The ache between her legs had been constant, a delicious reminder.

Professor Grant didn’t look at her during the lecture. Not once.

His voice was steady, commanding the room as always, dissecting symbolism in Caravaggio with that deep, precise tone that made her thighs clench.

But she felt his awareness like a physical touch.

When the hour ended and students filed out, she stayed seated, notebook open, pen tapping slowly against her lip.

The door closed behind the last straggler.

Only then did his eyes meet hers.

“Miss Reyes. My office. Five minutes.”

He left first, briefcase in hand, not looking back.

Sophia waited the full five—heart pounding—before following.

The office door was ajar. She slipped inside and closed it behind her.

He was already seated behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, reading glasses perched on his nose as he marked papers. He didn’t look up.

“Lock it.”

Click.

“Now come here.”

She walked around the desk until she stood beside his chair.

He pushed back slightly, creating space, and patted his thigh once.

“Sit.”

Sophia straddled his lap facing him, skirt riding high, bare pussy pressing against the hard line already straining his slacks. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking the skin just above her waistband.

“You were a good girl this weekend?” he asked quietly, finally meeting her eyes.

“Yes, Sir.”

“No touching?”

“None.”

He made a low sound of approval, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the thin blouse, thumb circling her hardened nipple.

“Show me.”

She unknotted the blouse with trembling fingers, letting it fall open. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, nipples tight from anticipation and the cool office air.

He leaned forward, taking one into his mouth without warning. Hot, wet suction, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. His tongue flicked relentlessly while his hand kneaded the other, pinching, rolling, driving her crazy.

Sophia rocked against him instinctively, grinding her slick folds along the ridge of his cock through his pants.

He pulled off her nipple with a wet pop.

“Greedy today, aren’t we?”

She nodded, breathless.

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small remote-controlled vibrator—sleek, black, curved perfectly.

“Stand up. Hands on the desk.”

She obeyed instantly, bending forward slightly, legs spread.

He slipped the toy inside her slowly, seating it deep so the curved arm pressed firmly against her clit. A soft click—and it buzzed to life on the lowest setting.

Sophia moaned, gripping the desk edge.

“You’re going to wear this during my next class,” he said calmly, standing behind her now, hand smoothing over her ass. “Front row again. And you’re not allowed to come until I say.”

He turned it up a notch. Her knees buckled.

“Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

He unzipped his slacks, freed his cock, and rubbed the head through her soaked entrance—teasing, not entering.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Sir.”

He thrust in hard, burying himself in one stroke. The vibrator buzzed inside her, his cock stretching her around it, the dual sensation overwhelming.

He fucked her steadily—deep, controlled strokes—while he held the remote in one hand, varying the intensity at random. Low hum to sharp pulses that made her sob.

His other hand wrapped around her throat from behind—not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking her pulse.

“You’ll sit there for fifty minutes,” he murmured against her ear, hips snapping forward. “Feeling my come drip out of you. Feeling this toy torture that pretty clit. And you’ll be perfectly still.”

She was close already—dangerously close.

He sensed it, slowed, turned the vibe down to a teasing hum.

“Not yet.”

Then he sped up again, pounding harder, chasing his own release.

When he came, he pushed deep and stayed there, flooding her a second time, groaning low against her neck.

He pulled out slowly, tucked himself away, and removed the vibrator—slick with her arousal—before slipping it into her hand.

“Clean it.”

She brought it to her mouth without hesitation, licking it thoroughly while he watched, eyes dark.

When it was spotless, he took it back.

“Go to class. Sit in the front. And remember—no coming.”

Sophia fixed her blouse with shaky fingers, thighs trembling, his come already starting to trickle down her leg.

She turned to leave.

His voice stopped her at the door.

“Oh, and pet?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Next time you stay after, I’m keeping you here through office hours. Under the desk. Mouth only.”

A fresh wave of heat flooded her.

She smiled over her shoulder.

“I’ll be early.”