My knees hit the floor before I even realize I’ve moved. He towers over me, his presence overwhelming. He reaches down and tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he orders, his voice firm but not unkind. “You’re mine now, Jasmine. And I’m going to take care of you.”
His hand moves to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls gently but firmly, guiding me closer to him. My breath quickens as I realize what he wants. “Open your mouth,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
I obey without hesitation, parting my lips as he steps closer. He groans softly as he guides himself into my mouth, his grip on my hair tightening. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all.”
I moan around him, the sound muffled as he pushes deeper. His other hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing against my lips as he moves in and out of my mouth. “You’re so good at this,” he praises, his voice rough with need. “Such a perfect little submissive.”
The words send a thrill through me, and I can feel myself growing wetter with every passing second. He pulls back slightly, allowing me to catch my breath before pushing in again. “You’re going to make me come,” he growls, his hips moving faster now. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I whimper in response, the sound only encouraging him further. His grip on my hair tightens, and I can feel him throbbing in my mouth as he gets closer to the edge. “That’s it,” he groans, his voice strained. “Just like that.”
With a final thrust, he comes hard, his release filling my mouth. I swallow obediently, savoring the taste of him as he pulls backwith a satisfied sigh. He looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek. “You did so well.”
He unties my hands and helps me to my feet, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Now,” he says, his voice low and commanding once more. “It’s your turn.” He leads me to his desk, pushing me down onto the surface with a firm hand on my back. “Spread your legs,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I obey without hesitation, my body trembling with anticipation as he steps between my thighs. His hands slide up my legs, hooking his hands around my shorts and yanking them down my thighs. “You’re so wet for me already,” he observes, his fingers brushing against my soaked panties. “Such a needy little thing.”
He pulls the fabric aside, exposing me completely. His fingers tease my entrance, drawing a gasp from my lips. “Beg for it,” he demands, his voice rough with desire.
“Please,” I whimper, my hips bucking against his hand. “Please, Conner…”
“Please what?” he taunts, his fingers circling my clit with maddening slowness.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, my voice breaking with desperation.
He smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me. “Since you asked so nicely…” He steps back long enough to pull me back up to my feet, quickly positioning himself at my entrance.
“Conner, but you just--ahhh! With one swift motion, he thrusts into me, filling me completely.
I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my nails digging into the desk as he begins to move. His pace is relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. “You feel so good,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “So tight… so perfect.”
His words only fuel my arousal, and I can feel myself spiraling out of control. He leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Come for me, Jasmine,” he commands, his voice low and urgent. “Let go.”
The command is all it takes to push me over the edge. My body convulses around him as I come hard, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He follows soon after, his release filling me as he groans my name.
He pulls out slowly, helping me sit up as we both catch our breath. His hands are gentle now as he brushes the hair from my face. “You did so well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “But we’re not done yet.”
27
JASMINE
Conner Kilgore fucks like a god—no,a demon. No, a corrupted deity who has no business doing what he does to me. Every part of me still hums, sated and electrified, like I’ve been rewired. My legs are jelly. My brain is static. And my mouth? Useless, which is a first.
We walk in silence, the kind that says everything. Conner’s hand hovers near mine, not quite holding it, not quite letting me go. He walks like he always does—measured, precise, all black suit and cold composure like he didn’t just drag me across the edge of the universe with nothing but his hands and his mouth.
My hoodie is zipped halfway up, hiding the bruises blooming like dark fingerprints along my collarbone. I’m not ashamed. I’m… unsettled. Addicted. I don’t know what the hell I am.
We step into my building like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just ruin me in every imaginable way. The lobby light flickers once, and I shift closer to him without thinking. He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t speak. Just walks with the same unhurried, calculated pace like I’m something delicate he could destroy with one wrong move—and maybe already has.
I press the elevator button harder than necessary, trying to steady my breathing, but the second the doors close, the silence tightens. The tension between us isn't awkward. It's electric. Heavy. Conner doesn’t face me, but I feel him everywhere—like he’s still inside me, beneath my skin, stitched into my bones.
“Someone could’ve seen you,” I murmur, zipping up my hoodie halfway like it’ll hide the flushed heat in my skin. “You’re still my professor.”
He hums like the idea barely registers. “Please. After the way you were screaming? I doubt any of my colleagues will be surprised.”
My cheeks flare with heat. I look down, clutching my keys like they might anchor me to the floor. And still—under the humiliation, under the electric aftershock—there’s this warm, dizzying flicker.
He called me his. He called meMine.It wasn’t just a growl. It wasn’t just dirty talk. It was… something. My heart kicks hard in my chest and I hate myself for even wondering, even caring, but?—
