Dear Professor(46)

And me? I wanted him to. I wanted him to pull my hair tighter and smack my ass harder and pound into me rougher. I wanted it all. I wanted to feel how badly he wanted me.

I needed to feel how badly he wanted me. It was like a promise of a sensation just out of reach. I wanted more and more. I wanted everything he would give me, because in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was all him and me and our bodies. It was rough, bruising pleasure that rippled through me again and again.

He released my hair and pushed my shoulders down. I moaned as he straightened and moved, pushing himself deeper inside me. His large hands covered my ass cheeks, and his fingers dug in as he spread them.

“Harder,” I whimpered.

I needed more. All of it. All of him.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d truly craved anything except for right now.

“What’s that, sweet thing? I didn’t hear you.”#p#分页标题#e#

Liar. “Harder.”

He spanked me and slammed into me at the same time. I half moaned, half gasped at the intense shiver that went through me. Sweet fucking Jesus—it was heaven and torture at the same time.

“You want it harder like that?”

I nodded.

“Say it. Beg me, Darcy.”

“Please,” I whispered. “Please.”

He did. He moved. Harder and faster and harsher. So much so that he had to tighten his grip on my hips to keep me in place.

“What do you scream when you come?”

“Your n—” My voice dissolved into a moan.

“I. Didn’t. Fucking. Hear. You.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust.

Pleasure hit me so hard that I almost blacked out. I fisted my hair and arched my back despite my position.

“Your name!” I cried. “Fuck!”

“Good girl.” He gripped me tighter and rolled his hips with every thrust, and it didn’t take long for me to lose myself to him.

I lost myself in crashing waves of delight to the sound of his name falling from my lips, white lights flashing behind my eyes, and the undeniable knowledge that he really did own me.





“Did I hurt you?”

I looked up from my plate. It might have been eleven p.m., but apparently, there was no such thing as too late for Chinese takeout.

“No,” I answered, pushing a forkful of noodles around my plate. “Well, not in a bad way.”

“Is there a good way to hurt someone?” His lips turned upward as his eyebrow curved, and he reached for his glass.

“Is it bad if you like it?” I grabbed my own wine glass and hid my mouth behind the rim.

Jordan thought about it and sipped his drink. “I guess it depends. Are you hurt right now?”

“No.”

“Bruised?”

“I haven’t exactly checked my butt for your handprint, funnily enough.”

“Little smartass.” He half grinned. “Want me to check for you?”

I half considered it, but it was getting late and who the hell knew where that’d end up? “I’ll check tomorrow and report back.” I twirled my fork around some noodles and put them into my mouth. They were lukewarm at best, but they were food. Good food too.

“I look forward to it.”

An air of amusement passed between us at his response, and our eyes met for a brief second over the table.

It was the strangest, most intimate moment we’d shared. That split second of eye contact.

“I’m sure you will.” I met his eyes again for another quick moment before dropping them.

If I’d thought I’d felt nervous earlier, I’d been wrong. Now, without my stockings and garter belt, plus clean panties, I couldn’t help but notice the fluttering of my stomach more acutely than before.

I don’t know what I’d expected after the cam show, but it hadn’t been this. It hadn’t been sex so punishing that it’d been pleasurable or a super-late dinner. I guessed I’d expected to pack up and drive home without another word.

I almost wished I’d done exactly that. Turned the offer of food down and driven home and crawled into my bed.

“Will you get in trouble for the way the cam show ended?”

I shook my head. “I’ll say I was in a hotel and the connection cut out. I’m not responsible for technological difficulties.”

“Won’t you lose the money?”

“No. Technological difficulties are under extenuating circumstances.” I paused then set my fork down. “But thanks for mentioning it. I need to text my boss.”#p#分页标题#e#

I got up and grabbed my phone, hoping she hadn’t already beat me to it. My stomach dropped when I saw her message.

Nisha: What happened???

Me: At hotel and the connection cut. Couldn’t get back on. Sorry, was driving before.