All Chapters of SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Bryce's hands roam up my back, his nails scratching lines into my skin before pinching at my shoulders, moving down my sides, my ribs, my stomach. Every touch sends sparks through me.His cock slaps against my thighs now, the wet sound sharp against my skin as the tip bumps against me teasingly before sliding away again. It never pushes in, always stopping just short.He flips me onto my back again and kneels between my legs, pinning them wide as his eyes drag over my body hungrily.“Your body’s mine to mark.”He leans in, his mouth returning to my neck, sucking deeply as his breath warms my skin. He bites my earlobe and whispers close to me, his voice low.“Oh, Jonathan… I’m going to cover you in my spit and cum.”His mouth trails down, licking along my collarbone and dipping into the hollow there before moving lower. He buries his face in my armpit, inhaling deeply, his tongue moving slowly against the skin as he sucks gently.“You taste so good, sweaty boy.”My cock throbs again as

And he gives me exactly that, his fingers digging into my ribs, pinching and lifting skin, his hand striking my wrists where my pulse jumps, while his cockhead taps against me without entering, pre-cum gathering at the edge as my body clenches around nothing.“Think about the weight of my load… everything I’ve saved.”The thought builds until he cuts it off again with a firm squeeze, forcing a broken whimper out of me.Something new appears, bristles dragged across my nipples in sharp, tickling torture that pulls gasps and laughter from me as I beg without control, while my thighs are slicked with sweat so his slaps land heavier and wetter.Bryce’s thighs clamp my legs vise-tight, cutting off blood flow as the muscles bulge hard. My legs go numb quickly, pins and tingles spreading as they start to die under the pressure, and when he finally releases, the rush floods back all at once, my veins screaming alive again. I gasp sharply as my body bucks against the ropes, my cock grinding ag

My eyes snap open as Bryce’s hand grips my cock, squeezing it hard enough to pull a sharp breath out of me. The sensation hits me instantly as it was too sudden and firm, making my body react before my mind even catches up. “Wake up...you’ve rested enough.”His voice is low, rough and carrying that same weight of control that settles deep inside my chest. There’s no hesitation in him and no softness. Before I can even fully orient myself, he’s dragging me off the bed and I wondered how I got there in the first place. My feet hit the cold floor instantly, the chill biting into my skin, grounding me in the moment. A second later, my knees slam into the floor, the impact sharp and jarring, forcing me down into position.A fresh collar snaps around my neck.The leather tightens but not enough to choke, but enough to remind me it’s there, enough to make me aware of every breath. The leash clips on and when he tugs it, my head lifts automatically, pulled up until my eyes meet his.Ther

My body lies limp against the sheets, damp with sweat and cum, my skin sticking slightly as the cool air settles deep into my bones. Bryce shifts beside me, his arm tightening around me as he pulls me in close, lifting me slowly until my chest presses against his. His breath brushes my ear calmly and his lips press softly to my forehead, warm and lingering, his voice low as he spoke to me. “You’ve been a very good boy. Let me take care of you now.”I feel it before I fully understand it, the change from the intensity of what we had just done, to care, from the edge to something gentler. My feet meet the cold tile as he helps me stand, my knees weak and threatening to buckle, but his arm stays around my waist, holding me as I swayed on the way to the bathroom. The bathroom is already warm, steam filling the air, the tub already full of hot water and thick foam. He helps me into it slowly, letting my body sink into the heat until my muscles begin to melt and the ache I was feeling

Two fingers scissored me open, the burn and sting mixing into something sweet as a third finger pushed in fully. His palm slapped lightly against my ass cheek, spreading sting and heat through my body. My cock leaked onto the bed sheet, the puddle growing bigger as his hand reached under me to stroke my shaft, twisting the head and rubbing the pre-cum to keep me slick right at the edge. I panted and whined, my need clawing at the sheets until I nearly ripped them. “Fuck me. Please, now,” I begged, my voice breaking, raw and scratching my throat.Bryce laughed and pulled his fingers out, leaving me clenching at empty, cold air. He spit more onto his fingers and pushed four knuckles deep, twisting and grinding against my gland until he milked a fresh flood of pre-cum that made his hand slick. His cock pressed against my thigh, sliding up my crack to tease my hole. The rim rubbed against his flared head as he pushed in slowly. The burn and stretch made my walls grip him tight in hot he