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been given because of a misunderstanding.”
    “Absolutely, Professor,” she agreed readily, pulling herself away from her conversation to stand beside him, where she belonged. “Can you grab the notes for me, Stephen? I picked up this great extra credit opportunity and I’d hate to lose it,” she explained to the asshole who’d been flirting with her a few seconds ago.
    “Of course, Sabrina, I’d be happy to,” he nodded like he was her own personal puppy dog and the remainder of the Professor’s agitation faded away. Stephen was not someone he needed to worry about. His little pupil wasn’t looking for a puppy dog; she was looking for a pit bull, which was a role he was happy to fill for her.
    “Great,” he nodded, stoically. “Miss Carson?” he said, gesturing for her to fall in beside him as they walked toward his office. As soon as they crossed the threshold, he shut the door and pushed her against the solid oak, roughly, his free hand reaching under her skirt and yanking her panties down. “What was that, Miss Carson? I don’t like to see my student having such conversations,” he hissed, his finger teasing her clit at his words. He knew she was ready to boil over with frustration because she was already shaking under his ministrations.
    “Stephen approached me, Sir. I was just being nice,” she explained. “Aside from my current orders regarding class tomorrow, I wasn’t sure how far our arrangement extended,” she panted out.
    “That’s not entirely true now, is it, my pupil?” he asked, breeching her with two fingers and fucking her so hard she was digging her fingers into his shoulders to stay upright. “You still don’t have permission to come.”
    “If it pleases you, Sir,” she whispered.
    “Look at how you’ve prepared yourself for the slight possibility of seeing me today, even though I’d say I’ve never run into you on campus aside from the days you have my class,” the calmness of his words did not reflect his feelings as he mercilessly continued to pound his fingers into her, adding a third, causing her head to loll back against the door.
    “Please, Sir,” she begged, her whole body shaking with suppressed desire. “ Please .”
    “I’m not usually a man to change my plans, but seeing you today, dressed as you are, and speaking to the boy who would follow you around like a dutiful golden retriever, I’m inclined to say yes, but not quite yet,” he said through clinched teeth, pulling his fingers from her body just as swiftly as he’d impaled her. Her soft gasps and pleas had his cock straining against his pants, begging for its own release. As he stepped away from her, she sagged against the door in order to stay upright. “Take off your shirt, Miss Carson,” he graveled out and his dick twitched as she didn’t even hesitate to lift her shirt over her head and threw it toward the chair she’d teased him from the night before. “I’ve had a front row seat to the wonders of your cunt, my student, but I have yet to gaze upon what lies under that beautifully virginal bra you’re wearing.”
    Sabrina moved to take off the bra, but he stopped her with a harsh look. “Did I ask you to take it off yet?”
    “No, Sir,” she looked down, ashamed.
    “While I am pleased at your dress today, do not anticipate my orders before I give them. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she peeked at him through her lashes, her mouth parted deliciously as she struggled to pull air into her lungs.
    Reaching out, he pulled on her full bottom lip. “I can’t wait until this is wrapped around my cock tomorrow,” he said, continuing to trace the line of her mouth with his soiled finger. “Can you taste yourself on me? Can you smell what I do to you?” Letting out an incoherent sound of arousal, a shudder wracked through her body at his touch. “You may take off your bra now,” he instructed and the bra flew over his shoulder seconds later. “Now the skirt, unzip it and let