All Chapters of Sinful Whispers: A Collection of Forbidden Tales: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Thursday arrived before Tessa was ready for it.She waited until the lecture hall emptied, then followed Professor Grant down the same quiet corridor. He said nothing. He unlocked the office, let her in, then locked the door behind them.“On your knees. Under the desk.”Tessa hesitated only a second before dropping down. There was barely enough room beneath the desk. His legs framed her on both sides as he sat and pulled his chair forward. He opened a stack of papers and began grading like she wasn’t even there.“Take it out.”Her hands shook as she unzipped him. His cock was already half-hard. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked slowly until it thickened fully against her palm.“Mouth. No hands.”She leaned in and took the head between her lips. He tasted clean, slightly salty. She sank lower, letting him fill her mouth. Above her, his red pen continued moving across the papers. Below it she worked him deeper, saliva gathering at the corners of her lips.He didn’t look down

The handle turned.Professor Grant didn’t pull out. He kept his hand around Tessa’s throat and his cock buried deep inside her. The door opened three inches. A janitor’s cart rolled into view, then stopped. Someone muttered about the wrong floor. The door closed again. The footsteps faded down the hallway.Only after the hallway went quiet did he continue.He fucked her harder than before, the desk rocking under them. Tessa’s legs stayed folded against her chest. Every thrust forced a quiet sound out of her that his hand mostly trapped. He kept watching her, his jaw tight as he moved.“You’re going to cum again before I finish.”His free hand dropped between them and rubbed her clit in tight, relentless circles. The tension hit her almost at once. Tessa’s back arched off the wood. She came with a choked cry, cunt clenching hard around him. He kept thrusting through it until her legs shook.He pulled out, dragged her off the desk, and turned her around. One hand pressed between her sho

Lena pushed the cart down the fifteenth-floor corridor at 10:14 a.m., the same time she always did on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The wheels made a soft, steady rattle against the carpet. Most offices were already empty—meetings, calls, the usual mid-morning rush out the door. Derek Hale’s corner office was the exception. The door stood open, as it always did when he was in. She paused at the threshold the way she had for the past eight weeks. He sat behind the wide glass desk, sleeves rolled to the elbows, one hand resting on a report he wasn’t reading. His eyes lifted the moment her cart appeared. “Morning,” he said. “Morning.” She stepped inside and went straight to the trash can under the side table. The bag was only half full. She tied it off anyway, replaced it, and moved to the desk. He leaned back slightly so she could reach the smaller bin beside his chair. Their arms didn’t touch. The space between them felt narrower than it should have. Lena wiped the surface of the

Lena stood outside Derek’s office the next morning with the cart at her side and the message still sitting unanswered on her phone. The floor was quiet again. Most of the lights were off. His door was open. She could have kept walking. Finished the rest of her route and pretended the last two days hadn’t happened. Instead she rolled the cart inside and closed the door behind her without being asked. Derek looked up from his desk. He didn’t seem surprised. “You stayed,” he said. “You asked me to.” “I did.” She left the cart near the wall and walked farther into the room than she needed to. Those five minutes already felt like they were stretching. He stood up, came around the desk, and stopped a few feet away. Close enough that she had to tilt her head slightly to meet his eyes. “This is still a bad idea,” she said. “I know.” “Someone could walk in.” “I locked it when you closed the door.” She must have missed the click with her heart pounding that hard. Lena let out a slow

Lena called him just after six. Derek answered on the second ring. “Hey.” “I can’t keep doing this at the office,” she said immediately. “Monica already asked me about it. People are noticing. It’s not safe.” There was a brief pause before he answered. “Okay,” he said. “What do you want to do?” “Come get me. My place. We’ll go to yours.” He agreed without hesitation. “I’ll be there in thirty.” She was waiting on the front steps when his car pulled up. No uniform. Just jeans and a soft top, bag over one shoulder. She slid into the passenger seat and shut the door. As soon as they pulled away she reached for his belt. “Lena—” “Drive.” She got his cock out while he was still navigating the first turn out of her street. Her mouth was warm and wet and immediately thorough. Derek’s hands tightened on the wheel. He kept his eyes on the road, jaw set, while she took him deeper, one hand wrapped around the base, the other braced on his thigh. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the q