Chapter 4 Forbidden Desires

~Daphne~

The next day, I sit in the front row in class so I can get as close to him as I possibly could. As he moves around on the podium teaching, I undress him with my eyes. Today, he’s wearing another suit. He’s probably the only professor who puts some thoughts into his appearance. An expensive Rolex watch sparkles from his wrist. His shoes are Italian-made. Exactly how rich is he?

I’m not interested in that or his bank account. I’m interested in what’s underneath the expensive suit. I roam my eyes around every inch of his unclothed body I could find.

I still remember yesterday’s session in his office. ‘I am not a gentleman,’ he had warned me. Who says I need a gentleman? I need him not to be gentle with me.

I pay attention to his moving lips, fantasizing what they could do to me, his tongue sliding deep into my pussy as he eats me out. When he gestures with his hands, I imagine them around my neck. Gripping me hard, slamming me down the bed, choking me until my pupils roll into the back of my head and I can’t breathe. I want him to send me to death’s door and yank me back just to show me that he can. I want to put my life in his hands.

I play with my pen as I watch him. He avoids eye contact with me, but when he lays those eyes on me, I freeze. I literally can’t breathe or move. Until he looks away again.

While someone is asking a question, he writes something down on a piece of paper and begins to walk down from the podium.

He travels through the aisle, answering the question. The class is full of impressionable, horny girls who are only here to see the new hot professor.

I listen to his footsteps as he draws closer to me. Walking past me, he drops the paper into my lap imperceptibly. I caught it, trapped between my thighs.

I look around quickly. No one saw.

He returns to the podium again. I lower my head to read the paper:

‘Next time, dress decently! I can see your panties. It’s distracting!”

I swallow hard. A sliver of excitement travels through me. I am wearing a mid-length skirt. Boldly, I roll up my shirt a little and spread my legs wider to reveal more of my panties. I do it discreetly so no one would notice. Except him.

Hades clears his throat when he sees me. Agitated. He works his tie, loosening it a bit. But other than that, there is no indication that he is affected by my bold leg-spreading. He continues teaching:

“Pertaining to the story, did you notice what the author did with colors? The character likes blue. Sometimes, little things like that tell us a lot about the narrator. Personally, I like pink.”

My ears perk up!

My panties are pink! He’s talking to me.

Challengingly, I touch myself. Rolling my panties to the side, I reveal my pussy to him. His breath stalls. He stammers, losing his line of thought.

I feel so powerful, so in charge, so excited. I would probably get in trouble for this. But damn, I’ve never felt better.

I don’t know where I got the boldness. I’ve never done anything like that before. I practically know nothing about sex, but for some reason, I know exactly how to make him lose his mind. It’s like muscle memory.

Hades slams the textbook he was holding shut.

“I apologize but class is over!” he says.

The class erupts in confusion.

He marches down from the podium, straight to me and grab my hand. I didn’t have a second to think as he pulls me up.

“We need to talk!” he barks.

He drags me out of the class and doesn’t stop until we reach a private bathroom reserved for teachers. He shoves me into the bathroom and locks the door.

“Are you insane? What are you trying to do to me?” he asks.

He charges at me like a predator, backing me onto the sink. My back hit the mirror behind me.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what came over me.”

He turns me around, pushing me against the wall.

He rolls up my skirt and rips my panties apart. Tears it right up. I scream, excitedly.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

He slaps me on the ass, hard. My skin is set on fire. My knees buckle.

My hand slides down the mirror. My face and lips steam up its surface. I can see him right behind me. His eyes flaming, his face agonizing.

He pins me down hard, whispering in my ear:

“You wanna be a bad girl? Better be ready for your punishment!”

My clit throbs. I am soaking wet. Dripping. Sticky, slippery. Fuck me, I want to beg.

“I’ll show you!” he growls into my ears.

I cry out when his finger slips into my pussy. Deep. Thrusting hard.

Another finger rubs my clit urgently, triggering an unstoppable wave of passion that sinks me into a hole I can’t get out of.

He rubs my clit in circular motion. Teasing at first, then faster, harder, furious, nonstop. The moans escape my mouth.

“Please,” I beg.

“Why? That’s what you want, right? I warned you. I am not a gentleman!” he barks.

My toes curl. My ass clenches as he fucks me mercilessly.

“Please…I’m sorry,” I beg. Not because I want him to stop but because I want him to never stop. His finger searches and finds that spot deep inside me, setting me ablaze. My clit is on fire. My nipples are hardened. My skin is flushed.

Pushed up against me, I can feel his giant cock protruding and pressing up against my ass. His bulge is massive, attractive. I want it inside me. Now. Forever.

Within seconds, I am on the brink of orgasm. He fucks me so good, I burst out in tears.

“Good girl…. good girl, come for me,” he whispers in my ears. That voice sets me free. I combust into an orgasm. I grip the mirror, his lower thigh, the sink, anything to stop myself from falling as I quake. Shaking so hard. He grips my neck, holding me close to his chest.

My discharge smears all over his fingers. He releases them from my pussy and without a single thought, he licks my discharge off his fingers. Holding my gaze, he swallows hard.

My legs give away, pulling me to the floor. I am weak, helpless.

He walks to the sink and t

urns on the faucet. “I knew you were not timid.”