He slowed to deep, slow thrusts. ‘Look at you, so pretty in my grasp.’ He tightened his grip around my throat. Teasing me. I must have lost my mind, as I wanted it tighter. ‘Pressed up against a window with my cock buried inside you. You like it, don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned.
‘Such a good girl.’ He angled his hips to hit that spot inside me that weakened my knees. A raspy gasp slipped from my lips. He thrust again. Harder. ‘Ah, fuck,’ he hissed.
As he continued pounding into me, my moans tumbled out in rapid succession, but he still controlled them. He hit all the right places to extract the neediest sounds from deep within my throat. The pleasure consumed me. Burnt me. I didn’t hold back any longer.
‘Harder,’ I pleaded, pressing back. ‘Fuck me harder.’
Dr Braithwaite chuckled. ‘Filthy girl.’ He flung his other arm around my waist and slammed into me, shattering my vision. Hedid it again. And again. There was nothing I could do but submit to the storm he built inside me. And I wanted to reach that peak. I wanted it more than anything.
‘Yes,’ I cried out. ‘Hard… like… that,’ I panted between each rough thrust.
‘Are you on the pill?’
‘Yes.’ My breaths shortened to quick gasps.
‘Good. I want to fill your tight little cunt. Watch him.’
I did. Lewis had wandered up to the window, eager to watch me moan and pant as I was being fucked by my dissertation supervisor. I didn’t care if it was unethical, depraved,deviant… All I cared about was the maddening thrusts and the building orgasm, licking up my thighs in a ferocious heat.
My forehead bumped against the cool frame as he slammed into me again and again. My core tightened. When my moans spiked, he slowed his thrusts and toyed with my body, making me whine and press back against him.
‘Not yet.’ He wrapped his fingers around my hair and tugged. ‘Wait for me, and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have.’
‘I can’t.’
He twisted his hand. ‘You will.’
But I was defenceless. Lost in his game. My hot breath misted the window as he pounded into me until my body couldn’t hold back anymore.
‘I’m going to?—’
‘Wait!’
But it was too much. Too good. I came with a wordless, breathless cry, my cheek pressed against the glass, my eyes rolling back into my head.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned as he followed my ascent into blinding pleasure, emptying himself inside me in hot spurts.
My panting breaths stained the glass as we stilled. Across the street, Lewis tipped his head before leaving the study hall. When the door slid shut behind him, reality came crashing in.
‘He saw us.’
Dr Braithwaite kissed my neck. ‘Don’t worry about him. I have a long-standing understanding with the Carters.’ He withdrew and quickly tucked himself away.
‘What does that mean?’ I pulled my dress down. ‘I need a tissue,’ I whispered. What had I done? Anyone could’ve seen us.
‘No, I want you to go home like that.’ He retrieved a paper from his desk. ‘I also want you to watch these videos before our next meeting.’
I shrank into myself. He wanted me to walk home with his come trickling down my thigh? Goosebumps rushed down my arms. I was a slut, wasn’t I? This was because of the damn boots. I should never have given him the impression that I was promiscuous. It had made him see me as Joshua did.
‘What’s wrong, Ophelia?’
‘You see me as a slut,’ I whispered, staring at the floor.
‘You’re notaslut. You’remyslut. Do you understand the difference?’
I honestly didn’t. Tears filled my eyes. ‘This isn’t about my dissertation. You just want – you think I’m—’ My voice broke.
