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My face was stern, a sign that I was absolutely offended, but he just kept on smiling. Of course, he wouldn't take me seriously. He took nothing seriously. "You should probably thank me for that. I helped you put one hell of a show and got him so goddamn whipped like a motherfucker," I never cared about his use of profanities before, but this one struck a nerve. It sounded so condescending and I wasn't having it. I shook my head slightly, took a step closer to him, and stared him dead in the eyes as I spoke.

She doesn't acknowledge me, either, as if choosing to pretend nothing happened as she watches the annoyed professor in front of the class. My Mate isn't bleeding, but I'd still like to resurrect that bitch and kill her again for good measure. "Wrath," the Professor calls again. I look at him. "Problem, Professor Stone?" "Killing is prohibited while classes are in session." "Oh, dear gods, whatever have I done?" I drawl. He's exasperated. Of course, he is. After all, he may be able to punish these Nobles, save perhaps Froskarn, but there is no controlling me.

The dirty words of the professor coming as both a surprise and a turn on making her mad with need. “Shit baby, yes just like that” he grits out as she starts to push her hips further to take his dick in deeper. He places a hand on her tummy to still her before slamming into her with measured rhythm “you take me so well baby, I’m so proud of you.” His little whispers of praise in her ears only makes her bolder by the minute causing her to moan and grope at the professor’s ass wildly.

Kidding. "You f*ckers! Let me go!" The old man is wriggling like a worm who bathed with salt. I guess it's my time shine. I gently opened the door and walked in. "Tssk, tssk, tssk. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to let some profanities out of your mouth?—did she not? Oh, maybe because she's dead? Aw, how cruel," I said in a teasing manner and their eyes were all on me. "What? I've done this a thousand times and it works!"

she said and looked back at her notes. I smiled. “You don’t either. That’s why he left you.” In an instant, her glaring eyes met mine. Anger surged through them. “Watch your mouth, you little slut,” she said, intentionally raising her voice so the students in the three rows before us looked back with curious glances. “Language,” I heard Professor Damien order. “No, you watch yourself, bitch. Stop being stupid and mean and… and everywhere. Stop it. Leave me the fuck alone.”

The kind we used to exchange when we got up to shit we weren't supposed to and had to hide it from our parents. "Tell Mommy and Daddy they are full of shit. I am fine," I said and ruffled his hair with a hand. Keanu's eyes went wide. Shock sang through him. "Can I exactly use those words?" I snorted. "Fuck no! They'll skin me alive if they knew I taught you that shit. So keep it to yourself." "Will I still be able to watch Tom and Jerry if I said those words?" "Most definitely fucking not." ***

They wouldn't hesitate to kick me out. Now, his disgusted look hurt me more. "Yeah. Watch where you are going, and don't go crashing into people." +++

"You’re really sitting here finger-fucking yourself in the middle of class like a desperate little slut?" The filthy word made my clit pulse violently. I rubbed faster, biting my lip to hold back a moan. "Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" For a second, I thought he might snap. His large hand gripped the back of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white. I could see the bulge growing in his jeans...thick and impressive. "You should be ashamed," he growled quietly, but his eyes stayed glued to my lap. "If the professor finds out what a filthy whore you are, you’ll be expelled."

And right now, he would be trying to stifle his laughter. "So you are not even aware of where you are at the moment?" He grits out and it scares me a bit. "I'm sorry!" I murmur, looking down because after he yells at me, it becomes hard to look him in the eyes. "Damn! I already told you I don't like sorries. Try to work on your mistakes, that'd be better than repeating sorry!" Out of all the things he said, I am seen to be stuck on the profanity he cursed. What? I know I also do it, but it does not suit a teacher, right?

I stammered. "Then pick one. Now." I stared at him. "What?" "A safe word, Maya. One word that means stop everything immediately. Because we are past the point of no meaning no. Last night proved that. You said no and stop at least a dozen times, but you did not mean it. Did you?" My face burned, he was right, i had protested but hadn't wanted him to actually stop. "so pick a word," he continued. "Something you would never say during sex. If you say that word, i stop. Immediately. No questions asked."