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Chapter 41

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and my boxers, pulling them down in one swift, deliberate motion. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach with a wet sound. I was completely naked, completely exposed, completely at his mercy. The cool air of the room felt good against my overheated skin. He stepped back, his eyes dark and unreadable as he looked me over. He was still fully dressed, a fact that was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. I was the one who was naked, the one who was vulnerable, the one who was about to be fucked. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that left no room for disobedience. I obeyed, my legs trembling so badly I was surprised they could hold me up. I sank to my knees on the hard, wooden floor, the impact jarring my bones. I was at eye level with his crotch, and I could see the thick, hard line of his cock straining against the denim of his jeans. It looked huge, a formidable ridge of fabric that pro

Chapter 42

The leather of the sofa was cool against my overheated skin, a stark contrast to the hot, possessive weight of Marcus’s body behind me. I was bent over the arm, my ass in the air, my face pressed against the expensive, buttery-soft cushions. My hard cock was trapped between my body and the sofa, the friction almost too much to bear. I was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, completely at his mercy. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, a wild, chaotic rhythm of fear and pure, undiluted lust. I heard the sound of him moving behind me, the soft rustle of his clothes. I didn’t dare look. I just waited, my body trembling, my hole clenching in anticipation. I could feel his eyes on me, on my most private place, and the feeling was so intense it was almost painful. “Look at that,” he murmured, his voice a low, appreciative growl. “That’s a pretty little hole. All tight and pink. Just waiting for me.” I felt his hands on my ass, his grip firm and possessive. He spread my chee

Chapter 43

He gave me a moment to adjust, his hands gripping my hips, his thumbs stroking the skin just above my ass. Then, he started to move. His rhythm was punishing. Hard, deep thrusts that knocked the air out of my lungs, that made the sofa scrape against the floor with every movement. He was fucking me like he owned me, like he was trying to erase every other man who had ever touched me, to replace them all with the memory of him. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, with my broken moans and his low, guttural grunts. It was nasty. It was primal. It was the most intensely erotic thing I had ever experienced. “You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice a low, degrading taunt that made my cock throb with need. “So much tighter than my useless son ever was. He’s a sloppy fuck, a lazy fuck. But you… you’re a good little slut, aren’t you? You take Daddy’s cock so well.” His words were a degrading, humiliating poison, but they were also the most erotic thing I had

Chapter 44

Two days. Two days of absolute, fucking silence. On the third night, my phone buzzed. It was him. An unknown number, but I knew. My whole body responded, a jolt of pure, undiluted lust shooting through me, making my cock instantly hard, a desperate, needy ache against my thigh. The message was short and to the point. It was an order. ‘My house. Tonight. Jake’s here.’ My blood ran cold. My cock got even harder. The stakes were raised. This was no longer a secret affair, a dirty little one-on-one behind closed doors. This was a game, a dangerous, thrilling game played right under my ex-boyfriend’s nose. The risk was intoxicating. The transgression was divine. I was at his house in twenty minutes. I didn’t even bother to change out of my worn-out jeans and faded t-shirt. I was past playing games. I was past pretending. I was just a needy little slut, and I was running to my Daddy. I let myself in without knocking. The house was dark, save for the soft, blue glow of the television in

Chapter 45

I heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open. A condom. Of course. A moment of disappointment pricked at me, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. But then, I heard something else. The sound of the foil packet being tossed into the trash. My heart stopped. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice a hoarse, panicked whisper. “I’m going to breed you,” he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through my entire body. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, so you remember who you belong to. So you remember who your Daddy is. Every time you feel my cum leaking out of you, you’ll remember this. You’ll remember me.” He drizzled lube over my hole, his fingers working it in, stretching me, preparing me. And then, I felt the blunt, bare head of his cock press against my entrance. The feeling was different, more intense, more intimate. Skin on skin. “Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice a low, serious question. “No,” I whispered, my heart pounding with a m

Chapter 46

Oh, to be twenty-one, desperate, and backed into the most delicious corner of my life! My heart wasn’t just beating; it was slamming against my ribs like a caged animal as I stood in the deserted hallway of the Humanities building. The clock on the wall read 6:30 PM. Everyone else had gone home, the lucky students were at the bars, and the professors were likely having wine with their wives. Everyone except Professor Alistair Thorne. And me. I looked down at the paper in my trembling hand. A giant, mocking 'F' was circled in red ink at the top of my Advanced Economics final. "For fuck’s sake, Liam. You’re ruined," I whispered to the empty air. My voice cracked. This wasn't just a grade; this was my scholarship. This was my future. And the only man who could change it was sitting behind the heavy oak door in front of me. Professor Thorne wasn't just any teacher. He was the "Ice King" of the department. Tall, broad-shouldered, usually clad in charcoal suits that cost more than my tui

Chapter 47

The taste of him was overwhelming, a cocktail of expensive cologne, salt, and raw, masculine power. I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, swirling and sucking as I looked up at him through my lashes, exactly the way he’d accused me of doing in class. But this wasn't a crowded lecture hall. This was his private sanctuary, and I was finally getting exactly what I had spent months aching for. Professor Thorne let out a low, vibrating growl that I felt more than I heard. His hand tightened in my hair, his knuckles grinding against my scalp. He wasn't gentle. He didn't have to be. I had already surrendered every right to gentleness the moment I called him "Daddy." "Use your hands, Liam," he commanded, his voice thick with a hunger he no longer tried to hide. "I want to feel every inch of your desperation. Wrap those fingers around me and show me how much you need this grade." I obeyed instantly, my hands sliding down to grip the base of him. He was so thick my fingers barely me

Chapter 48

I let out a strangled cry, my back arching as I took the full length of him. He was so big, so unforgivingly solid, that my vision blurred for a second. He stayed there, buried deep inside me, letting me adjust to the invasion. "My god," he breathed into my ear, his chest heaving against my back. "You’re even better than I imagined. You’re squeezing me so hard, Liam. Are you trying to take all of me at once?" "Yes," I gasped, my fingers finding the edge of his desk again and gripping it until my knuckles turned white. "More. Please, Daddy. More." He didn't need to be told twice. He began to move, his hips hitting mine with a rhythmic, heavy thud. Each thrust was deliberate, aimed at the spot deep inside me that made my entire body go numb with pleasure. He was reclaiming the desk, reclaiming his authority, and claiming me all at the same time. The office was a blur of sensations. The cold wood against my skin, the scent of his sweat, the sound of our bodies colliding. He reached ar

Chapter 49

The handle turned with a slow, agonizing creak. My heart didn't just stop; it seemed to shrivel in my chest. I was bent over the desk, my trousers around my ankles, my skin still glistening with the evidence of my failure and my pleasure. Professor Thorne stood barely two feet away, the remote for the vibration toy still clutched in his hand, his expression cooling back into that terrifying, professional mask. "One second, Arthur!" Thorne’s voice rang out, perfectly steady, perfectly academic. It was the voice of a man who had never done a single wrong thing in his life. I scrambled, my hands shaking so violently I could barely grip my jeans. I shoved them up, ignoring the way the fabric chafed against my sensitive, raw skin. I didn't have time for boxers; I just hauled the denim up and buttoned it as Thorne stepped toward the door, his massive frame blocking the view of the desk. "I’m just finishing up a private consultation with a struggling student," Thorne continued, his tone bo

Chapter 50

"Good," Thorne said, his thumb hovering over the remote. "Now, button up. We’re going for a walk." "A... a walk?" I stammered, frantically pulling my clothes back into place. "Where?" "The library," Thorne said, a dark smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "The late-night study session is in full swing. We’re going to walk through the stacks, and you’re going to act like a perfectly normal, perfectly failing student." He pressed a button on the remote. The vibration hit me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't a gentle buzz; it was a high-frequency, aggressive throb that seemed to rattle my very bones. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling. "Ah! Sir... please!" "Quiet," he snapped, though his eyes were dancing with sadistic delight. "This is level one, Liam. There are ten levels. Every time you make a sound, every time you stumble, I turn it up. If you cry out in public, the 'F' becomes permanent." He grabbed his suit jacket and slung it o

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