All Chapters of Office Hours; Extra Credit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

"Think I didn't notice?" he muttered, voice harsh and low. "Every time you crossed your arms under these tits in class. Every time you leaned forward while pretending to take notes. You've been asking for this."I didn't deny it. Couldn't.My nipples tightened under his gaze, skin flushed with red palm print and hunger."Beautiful," he muttered, almost to himself.I pushed my tits together, and he thrust between them with a low groan. His cock slid through the soft swell of my cleavage, slick and hard, the head brushing against my chin each time he rocked forward.He gripped my shoulders and kept thrusting between my breasts, breathing heavy, hips snapping harder as his self-control frayed. The sound of skin on skin, our mingled breath, the wet slide of him through my cleavage-it was pure heat."Open your mouth," he growled.I did.The next thrust had the head of his cock brushing against my tongue, and I moaned at the taste of him-raw, masculine, overpowering. I flicked my tongue ove

The door slammed behind me, cutting off the noise of the outside world. I was home. I kicked off my shoes at the door, the click of them landing too loud in the silence. My father's voice carried from the dining room, warm and inviting, as always. "Ava? Is that you?" I didn't answer. I straightened my shoulders, took a breath, and walked to the dining room. The table was set, as always. The china gleamed, silverware polished. Everything was perfect. My father, in his crisp white shirt and black trousers, sat at the head, his hands folded in front of him. My mother was already seated, her gaze lifting from her phone as I entered, her smile warm. "Ava, how was your day?" my father asked, his voice as smooth and comforting as ever. The man was a saint, a respected figure. He had no idea what had just happened to me. What I'd done. "Fine," I said, my voice too tight. "Quiet." "Good," he replied. "Good. I spoke with Director Johnson earlier. He said you're doing well. Your grades a

AvaThe walk home felt endless and by the time I pushed through the front door, the house was warm and alive with the smell of dinner cooking-roast beef, potatoes, a little gravy, just the way my dad liked it. Normally, the scent would make my mouth water.Tonight, it made my stomach twist.I kicked off my shoes quietly, dropped my bag by the stairs, and wandered into the dining room. My dad was already sitting there, plates set, waiting for me.He looked up immediately, smiling gently. "Hey, kiddo. How was school?"I hesitated, forcing myself to sit across from him. The fork felt heavy in my hand as I toyed with my food without realizing it.It didn't take long for him to notice.The way his smile dimmed.The way he watched me, his brow creasing just slightly with concern."You're awfully quiet tonight, Ava," he said softly.His voice had that careful tone, the one he used when he didn't want to push but couldn't help worrying.I pressed my lips together, the words threatening to cho