Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(44)

The cool air wafted against my sex, and I blushed when the thought of staying like this during my tutorial crossed my mind. The desks were arranged in a U-shape facing the front of the room, so the people opposite might see me. Oh my gosh, I felt naughty already.

There. I heard a set of footsteps that could certainly have been described as purposeful, if ever any footsteps could. They alternatively rushed and paused, presumably looking at room numbers, getting louder as they approached.

An impish smile raised the corners of my mouth when the door opened and Austin’s head peeked in. He spotted me and his eyes narrowed with raw sexual hunger. He entered the room, locked the door and pulled a blind down over the window in the door.

I came to my feet as Austin circled around the desks. I didn’t have time to push my chair back in before he swatted it to the side. He grasped my head with both hands, fingers buried in my hair, and pulled me into a deep kiss.

Straining up on the tips of my toes, his momentum pushed me backwards until my back hit the wall with a thump that temporarily separated our lips and forced a little ‘oof’ of air out of me. Any breathing space was short-lived though, as Austin’s mouth found mine again and locked me into another passionate kiss.

Austin bent at the knee and pushed one between mine, spreading my legs a little as he pressed against the full length of my body. My breasts were squashed against him and one another under the pressure, tantalizing my nipples against the inside of my bra and creating deep cleavage. My husband pulled his head back to admire it for a second.

“Let’s see how well you followed instructions,” he said.

One hand curled around my back, holding me in place while the other ran down my neck, over my breast, and down my body before reaching up my skirt. I spread my legs a few inches further and looked up at him without breaking eye-contact.

“I’m a good wife,” I said.

His hand found my pussy and I sighed with contentment as one finger stroked my labia. It was intoxicating how such a big powerful man could be so light and precise with his movements, especially when all that skill was focused between my legs.

“That you are, Sky, and the sexiest little thing in this fucked up world. You’ve got something that I want, and you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

His finger delicately stroked my clit and I yelped at the jolt of pleasure. As always, his very presence was like a drug for me.

“All yours,” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah.”

Austin pulled away, bringing me back to the desk by his grip on my neck. I hurried to keep up, his every movement speaking of an urgent need that only I could satisfy.

He bent me over the desk. “Hold on tight,” he said.

I did as I was told and curled my fingers around the opposite edge of the desk as he knelt behind me. His hands ran up the inside of my legs and I heard him ‘Mmmmm’ in appreciation with enough emphasis to make the smile on my face even bigger.

“For. Fucking. Ever,” he said under his breath.

As I looked over my shoulder, I saw my skirt flipped up over my lower back, and I could just see the top of Austin’s hair from my vantage point. He shook his head and sighed.

“Fucking perfect pussy.”

I wiggled my ass a little in response and Austin leaned forward, kissing and licking my inner thigh right where it met my body next to my pussy. His rough stubble teased me on either side of my labia, as his lips and tongue made unspoken promises of pleasure.

He worked his way down my legs as far as the back of my knees before coming back up again and never quite getting to my eager sex, and after a few minutes of this delicious torture, I was being driven slowly insane. The heavyweight champion of my pussy paused to survey his handiwork, seeing the sopping wet mess he’d made, and finally decided to take pity on me.

He swirled his tongue around my clit for a moment, before lapping upwards along the length of my slit. Delving as deep as he could past my tight teen entrance, he explored that special place where he was the only man to have ever gone.

Despite his barely restrained lust, which I could feel as a quivering in his lips, he paid close attention to every last fold and curve of my sex, almost worshipping it with his licking, sucking and kissing. Every time his tongue strayed to my clit, it built up a fiery ball of pleasure in my belly, and I knew exactly what I was in for.

Smack!

I squealed and threw my head back as Austin spanked me, no doubt leaving a clear red hand-print on my ass like he was branding me as his own. As if there was any doubt of that.

Even after everything that Austin had done to me, it was still hard to believe I just got spanked in a tutorial room on campus. And I was going to cum like a banshee. And get fucked… hard.