Semua Bab Rough Mercy: A Collection of Dark Passions: Bab 21 - Bab 30

A school slut would do practically anything to pass. .....I pushed open the door to his office, feeling nervous. I let my hoodie ride up as I adjusted my stance to show a little skin on my hips. I knew I was a professional when it came to seduction and had gotten almost all the men on campus to fuck me, but this is Professor Brook we're talking about. He's the only professor in the entire academy who hadn't even glanced at me much, even when I was basically parading myself, half-naked for all to see. Now, I'm in his office, about to offer myself to a man who I know would reject me faster than the priest I came on to did. But I couldn't give up, not until I get the mark I want. Dad would kill me if I came home with a D, and I freaking don't want that. Professor Brook looked up and the frown on his face deepened when he saw me. He looked almost bored, and that just grated on my nerves. If I hadn't decided to seduce him, I would have done it anyway, just to prove to him that no man

It didn't take me long. I knew it wouldn't. After I left his office that fateful day, I returned home and masturbated, then wrecked my hole with my toys, but it was fucking not enough. I even tried to sleep with my roommate, but I didn't get that rush and satisfaction I felt with Mr Brook. Which was why, two days later, I stood outside his office, like a desperate slut. I collected my thoughts for a few seconds before I pushed the door open and stepped inside before I could lose my nerve. The lock clicked behind me, and he looked up from his desk. He didn't look shocked. It was almost as if he knew I would return. I dropped my backpack by the door and my fingers found the hem of my hoodie. I pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. Then my shirt followed next. I unbuttoned one button at a time, slow enough that he could see every inch of skin as I revealed it. His eyes tracked my hands, but his face gave nothing away.I kicked off my shoes, then my jeans, the denim poo

“You're sick.” His voice was thick. “You're fucking sick.”“Maybe.” I spat into my palm and worked the slick over my shaft. “But you're the one with your pants around your ankles, Captain. You're the one who's about to get fucked by the man you've been kicking around for two years. So what does that make you?”He didn't answer. I pressed the head of my cock against his hole. He'd never been touched here. I could tell by the way he clamped up the second he felt the pressure, and the panicked sound he made. Good, I like that he was tight. This way, he would feel every inch.“Wait,” he gasped. “Wait, wait, at least use something—”“No.”I pushed.The head of my cock forced past the tight ring of muscle, and Dante screamed. His body bucked against mine, trying to throw me off, but I had him pinned, and I didn't stop. I pushed deeper, feeling him tear around me, feeling the heat and the tightness and the resistance.“Fuck,” I breathed. “Fuck, you're tight.”“Please—” He was crying now. “P

“Can you just look at him?” I said, loud enough for the room. “He's so sexy. Never seen a slut as sexy as he is.”I didn't know if they were looking. I didn't care. All I cared about was the tight heat of his body around my cock, and the way he screamed when I bottomed out inside him.“You love this,” I said, leaning forward until my mouth was next to his ear. My thrusts didn't slow. “Don't you? You love being fucked in front of your men, like the whore you are.”“Yes—” He sobbed. “Yes—I love it—I love being your bitch—”“Good.”I straightened up and grabbed his hips with both hands, pounding into him with everything I had. The pleasure was cresting, building toward a peak I couldn't hold back, and I didn't want to. I wanted to come inside him. I wanted to fill him up and watch it drip out of him onto the deck plates while his men watched.“I'm going to come,” I said, and my voice was rough now, my control slipping. “I'm going to come inside you, and you're going to stay right here on

They passed the last gas station and continued until the road narrowed and the pavement grew rough. On either side, chain-link fences enclosed silent warehouses and lots choked with weeds. This was where the town stored its broken things.Cole turned onto a gravel service road, the tyres crunching loudly in the stillness. He drove another half-mile until the headlights washed over a derelict cinder block building. It was a former machine shop. He parked behind it, killing the engine and the lights.Absolute darkness swallowed them.For a full minute, neither man moved. “Why here?” Zach whispered, looking around the deserted place as he tried not to panic.“Because no one comes here.” Cole opened his door and a dome of light flooded the cabin for a second before he shut it, plunging them back into black. “Out.”Zach didn’t move. “Cole. Come on. We can talk. I can… I can pay you. I’ve got some savings.”“I told you. I don’t want your money.” Cole opened the door. “I want you out of the