All Chapters of Inferno of Pleasure: An anthology of short stories : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He made me crawl behind him to the kitchen, the leash dragging across the floor. Approaching the fridge, he opened it, pulled out a bottle of water and took a long sip, while I knelt at his feet... waiting like the obvious pet I was."You hungry?" he asked. His eyes beaming down at me. And I shook my head in response. "Good. Because I'm not done with you."Then he lifted me onto the kitchen counter, the marble cold against my hot skin. He spread my legs, lifted them over his shoulders, and pushed inside me again. This time, he was slower, deeper, each thrust a deliberate claim. He reached behind me, grabbed a jar of honey from the counter, and drizzled it over my nipples."Lick it off," he said.I arched my back, trying to reach my own breasts, but I couldn't. He laughed and leaned down, his tongue tracing a path through the honey, over my nipple, around my areola. He sucked hard, and I cried out from the sensation."Sweet and salty," he murmured. "Just like you."He fucked me on th

He reached under the hem of my dress, his hand sliding up my thigh. When he found that I was wearing nothing, a low primal groan escaped his throat. "You're soaking," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "You've been dreaming about this, haven't you? Dreaming about me finally breaking you."He didn't wait for an answer. He shoved three fingers deep into my pussy in one fluid motion. I arched my back, a loud, broken moan escaping me despite the rule."Wrong," he hissed.He withdrew his fingers and delivered a stinging slap to my thigh, then immediately dove back in, his fingers curling and hooking against my G-spot with a rhythmic, punishing intensity. He was finger-fucking me with a raw, aggressive energy, his other hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite the sensitive skin of my shoulder."You want to be a little slut for your professor so bad, don't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with a delicious, dark cruelty. "You want me to fuck the arrogance ou

The thrill was intoxicating. It wasn't just about the heat of him in my mouth; it was the sheer, illicit power of the situation. Here was Professor Xander, the man who prided himself on his iron-clad composure, the man who had spent the last hour reminding me who was in charge, now reduced to a shaking mess because of a few flicks of my tongue. And Marcus... composed, senior faculty Marcus... was sitting right there, completely oblivious that his colleague was currently being dismantled by a twenty-year-old in a wrinkled dress. I decided to turn up the heat.I matched the rhythm of my suction to the cadence of Marcus’s voice. Every time Marcus emphasized a point, I clamped down harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge of Xander’s head. I could feel the muscles in Xander’s thighs twitching violently. He was fighting a losing battle. His hand, which had been trying to push my head away, suddenly changed its grip. His fingers tangled deep into my hair, not to push me away

The grip on the back of my neck tightened, forcing my chin up, exposing the vulnerable line of my throat to him. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the clinical, air-conditioned chill of the lecture hall. The silence of the room felt heavy, almost liquid, pressing in on us as Xander’s eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of hesitation. He found none. I leaned into his touch, my breath hitching, my pussy pulsing with a rhythmic, desperate ache that felt like a physical heartbeat between my legs."You think you're so clever, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark, velvet caress that made my toes curl inside my heels. "Playing the intellectual in front of the class, tossing around words like 'submission' and 'breaking' while you're standing there dripping wet for me. You’re not a student right now, Zoey. You’re just a needy little thing who can't handle the tension."He didn't wait for an answer. His hand shifted from my neck to my waist, his fing

The silence that followed Xander’s response to the student outside was deafening, amplified by the frantic drumming of my heart against my ribs. I was frozen, my hand still clamped over my mouth, my eyes wide and shimmering with a cocktail of terror and raw, unadulterated lust. The student didn't leave; I could hear the faint shift of fabric, the impatient sigh of someone waiting in a hallway, completely unaware that I was currently being used as a living sex toy on the lap of the man they respected.Xander’s fingers didn't stop. If anything, the pressure increased. He found the exact center of my clit, pinning it against the rough fabric of his trousers and grinding in a slow, circular motion that made my entire world narrow down to a single point of searing heat."Mmmph!" I whimpered into my palm, my hips bucking instinctively."Quiet, Zoey," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against my ear. He didn't sound stressed. He didn't sound worried about being caught. Ra