All Chapters of SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I fumbled my key at the door, cursing under my breath, then slipped inside. The second it shut, I stripped my jacket off, yanked my shirt over my head, and shoved my jeans down my legs. They caught on my ankles, and I kicked them free, standing there naked in the cool air. My skin prickled, every mark standing out on my body standing out sharply. I turned to the full-length mirror on my closet door, my heart pounding as I took it in my body. Holy shit!My back was a map of red stripes, thin lines from the whip crisscrossing my shoulders and down to my ass. The paddle had left broader bruises, with purple blooms on my cheeks that throbbed when I shifted. My thighs had a few hits, and my skin there was welted and sensitive. The pain I was feeling hit me, sharply and deep, making me hiss as I twisted to see better. It hurt like hell and it was unbearable, really. Walking had been bad and standing still was worse, every nerve in me was screaming.But my cock? It was still rock-hard,

Still, today wasn't the day I put the mystery man first and no matter how horny the memories made me, Wyatt came first.I could tell that Wyatt hated my guts lately and treated me like I was invisible but he was still my priority. Seeing him in class, even from afar, made me happy and satisfied. I'd pick that stern gaze of his over the mystery man's chains any day, for now.Dressing was a nightmare. I stepped into my boxers first, the cotton soft but pulling tight over my bruised ass. Hissing, I adjusted it, careful not to graze my bruises. I wore my jeans next and zipping them trapped my semi-erect cock, the pressure sending an unwelcome throb through it. I sat on the bed to pull on socks which ended up being a big mistake because the second my cheeks hit the mattress, I almost screamed out. It felt like I sat on hot coals, the soreness deep and unrelenting. I shot up, cursing under my breath, my hand rubbing the spot through my jeans. I made a mental note to myself. There was no w

I turned and left Wyatt's class, my mind spinning with regret. I was too proud to apologize and too stubborn to beg him to let me stay. The door clicked shut behind me, and the hallway stretched out empty and cold. Where the hell was I supposed to go now? My dorm was out of the question because I had other classes later, and skipping them all would just make things worse. My grades were hanging by a thread already, thanks to all the distractions I was facing from the mystery man. The library popped into my head as a place I can go next but there’s no way I can do that. There was no way I was sitting on those hard chairs today. My ass was still too raw. The spot I liked had no cushion at all, just cold wood that would press right into the bruises. I winced just thinking about it.I limped down the hall, each step sending fresh jolts through my body. I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't see James coming. My mind was on the way Wyatt dismissed me and told me to leave like I was not

“Oh.. I found it.”He chuckled, rubbing there steadily. My cock throbbed, untouched as pre-cum pooled under me. He finger-fucked me now, in and out, fast and deep. The sounds were wet.“Listen to you. squelching like a whore.” His free hand spanked me again, alternating between cheeks. Each slap made me clench around his fingers. “Count them and thank me.”“One... thank you.” The words tumbled out. Slap. “Two... thank you.”My voice broke and by ten, my ass burned but I pushed back, chasing the fullness. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty. I whimpered, needily. “This is not enough for you? You want my cock now?”He rubbed the head against my hole, slick with his spit, teasing me but not entering. \“Beg for it. Tell me you're a virgin slut for me.”I burned with shame but the want in me won.“Please... I'm a virgin slut. Fuck me.”He pressed forward, just the tip breaching in. The stretch was huge and I panted, gripping the table. “Breathe.” He held still, letti

“I’m going to fuck you sideways and make you feel like you are about to split open,” he said.He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and my hole gripped him tightly, sore but still hungry as I moaned low, reaching for his arm and digging my nails into his skin. He thrust deeply once, held there, then slowly began to grind.“Yes, just like that, with your ass sucking me in,” he muttered, his voice rough as his hand came down on my thigh in a sharp spank that made my skin sting fresh. I jerked, clenching around him, and he liked it. He spanked me again, harder this time, leaving a red print behind. “Take the hits. It makes you tighter.”He started moving, pulling out slowly before slamming back in hard, each thrust jolting my body forward. My cock flopped against my stomach, half-hard and leaking, the sensitive tip brushing against the cold metal beneath me.He reached down and grabbed my balls in his fist, squeezing it firmly and rolling them between his fingers. “These are swollen now,