I sigh and cross my arms as I lean back against the impractical desk Adrian forced on me, the seconds ticking by, until finally, my wife walks into my office. Her eyes roam over my rolled-up sleeves, pausing on my forearms, and she smiles. “You wanted to see me, Professor Windsor?”
Her voice is husky, her tone teasing. I beckon her closer, and she walks up to me, her gaze provocative. “Professor, huh?” I murmur, pulling her against me the moment she’s within reach. I thread my hand through her hair and grip tightly, tipping her face up towards mine. She’s been quieter than normal in the last couple of days, completely absorbed in her schoolwork. It’s such a rush to finally see her looking at me this way again. “Tell me, Raya. Do you know why I called you into my office?”
Her lips part, her breathing quickening when she reads the expression on my face. That molten desire in her gorgeous brown eyes has me rock hard within seconds, and she inhales sharply when she feels my cock pressing against her stomach. “Because I’m responsible for not catching John’s shitty coding sooner.”
I clench my jaw and cup her face with my free hand, my thumb swiping across her lips roughly. “I don’t want his name on these pretty lips,” I warn her, leaning in. “I don’t want him anywhere near what’s mine.” I take her bottom lip between my teeth and nip at her, earning myself a sexy little moan. “Watching him salivate over my wife is fucking maddening. How dare he touch your waist?”
She laughs, and my hand dips lower, tracing the curve of her spine, until I’m grabbing her ass over her skirt, kneading, squeezing. Raya tilts her face, her lips hovering below mine. “So, I’m here because you’re jealous.”
“Damn right I am,” I growl, taking her into my arms. She gasps and hooks her legs around me instinctively as I walk around my desk. Her eyes grow round when I push everything off it with a swipe of my hand before perching my wife on the edge.
I push her legs apart roughly and sit down in my chair with her right in front of me, her legs on either side of me. “I’m jealous of the way he flirts with you so openly, while your husband has to stand back and make up some sort of dumb fucking excuse to approach you.”
Surprise flickers through her eyes, my admission startling her, and I fucking love how disarmed she looks. “Place your hands behind you and lean back,” I order. She obeys wordlessly, looking like a fucking vision with her legs spread, her skirt bunched around her waist, giving me a glimpse of her red lace panties. Her chest is pushed out for me, the buttons on her shirt straining.
“Good girl,” I whisper as I roll my chair forward a little. The back of my hand brushes over her cheek before my fingers move down the side of her neck, to her collarbone. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? So obedient.”
She inhales shakily when I pop the buttons of her blouse open, her red lacy bra nearly driving me delirious. Raya gasps when I push the cups down, exposing her nipples. They harden instantly, the cold air in my office no doubt caressing her skin.
“I asked you a question, Raya.” I whisper, my fingers trailing down to circle the hard buds. “You’ll answer me, or I’ll have to punish you. Are you my good girl?”
She stares at me defiantly, and I suppress a smile as I lean in, my teeth grazing her nipple. She moans so beautifully me, her head falling back when I suck down on her sensitive skin. “Lex,” she whispers, her tone needy, pleading.
It’s been well over a week since I last heard her say my name that way, work stealing me away from my wife. “All these boys can stare all they want,” I murmur, placing my hand on her thigh, my thumb caressing her pussy over the damp fabric. “But every fucking inch of you is mine. Do you understand?”
I push her panties aside and bite down on her nipple softly in warning when she doesn’t answer. “Y-Yes,” she moans. “I understand.”
I grin and pull back to look at my wife, her tits out and her legs spread wide on my desk, her clothes a mess. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper.
Her eyes lock with mine as I drag my fingers over her pussy, coating my fingers in her wetness. “Keep your hands on my desk if you want to come, Raya. Move them, and I’ll stop.”
She nods, and I smirk as I slide two fingers into her hungry, tight pussy. The sexiest moan escapes her lips when I curl them against her g-spot, and fuck, what a sight to behold. “Ride them, baby. Ride your husband’s fingers.”
She lifts her hips and does as she’s told, my thumb pressed to her clit as she rocks her hips back and forth, making my fingers slide in and out of her exactly the way she wants them. She’s so fucking wet that she’s dripping down her thighs, and I smirk to myself, determined to make her wetter still, until I’ve got traces of her on my desk.
The sexiest moans fill the air between us, and I groan as I undo the buttons on my pants with my free hand, taking out my cock. Her eyes lock on it instantly, and her pussy tightens. I chuckle as I wrap my hand around the base. “You want this, darling?”
She nods, her eyes sparkling.
“Then come for me,” I order. “This cock has to be earned, Raya. Come for me, and I’ll consider letting you have it.”
Desperation flickers through her gorgeous brown eyes, and she moves a little faster, her hips rolling a little harder. “I’m so close,” she whispers, her pussy fluttering around my fingers.
I’m fucking mesmerized as I watch my wife chase an orgasm, her eyes moving between my cock and my face hungrily. “Please,” she moans, and fuck if it isn’t a rush to hear her beg so prettily. “Please, Lex. Won’t you make your wife come?”
“Fuck,” I growl, unable to resist her plea. “You’re playing dirty, Mrs. Windsor.”
Her eyes sparkle with need, her head falling back beautifully as I take over, fucking her with my fingers, just the way she needs it. My gorgeous wife leans back to enjoy my touch, her focus entirely on my fingers and what I’m doing to her. Her moans become a little louder, and I smile in satisfaction when her eyes fall closed and her pussy contracts around me, over and over again.
“Give it to me,” she says when her lashes flutter, her pussy still throbbing. “I earned it.”
I grin as I pull my hand away and wrap it around my cock instead, pumping slowly. “You didn’t, Raya. I gave you that orgasm, you didn’t earn it. I’ll make you earn the next one, though.” My eyes settle on her pretty little mouth. “Get on your knees.”
She inhales sharply and slides off my desk, her gaze a mix of anticipation and lust as she kneels between my legs. My wife looks up at me, her tits out and that stunning post-orgasmic look on her face, and I swear I could come just at the sight of her.
“Let’s see if you’re a good student, Raya,” I murmur, my hand threading through her hair as I bring her closer. “Show me whether you’ve learned how to suck your husband’s cock.”
She leans in and looks at me as she drags her tongue from the bottom all the way to the top, teasing me. “You know I have,” she whispers, grabbing the base like I taught her to.
She smiles, and then she takes the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it in the most devastatingly provoking way. “Raya,” I groan, balling her hair in my fist as I rock my hip just a little, unable to keep still when she’s tormenting me like that.
Her gaze cuts to mine, and she draws a desperate moan from my throat when she begins to take more, taking her time as she gets the angle just right, making sure she doesn’t gag as my cock slides against her tongue, all the way to the back of her throat. She takes a deep breath, and then she pulls back, only to take a little more, letting me slide down further. Raya swallows, and the way her throat constricts around me has me biting down on my lip harshly as I instantly become lightheaded.
“You’ll be the death of me,” I whisper when she does it again, deep throating me in my office on campus, like the good little girl she is. “I can’t take much of that, Raya. I… fuck.” She’ll make me come within seconds if she keeps that up, and the look in her eyes tells me she knows it.
“Please,” I whisper, desperate.
Pure fucking delight lights up my wife’s eyes, and I narrow my eyes in warning when she pulls back, almost letting my cock pop out of her mouth as she swirls her tongue around the sensitive tip, sucking down on it teasingly.
“You’ll pay for this,” I warn her as I push my hips up and tighten my grip on her hair, fucking her face with rocking movements, her tongue meeting me thrust for thrust. “Three,” I snap at her. “I’ll edge you three times tonight to punish you for what you’re doing to me. Three times, I’ll bring you to the brink of an orgasm only to pause, depriving you of what you want most.”
She pulls her mouth away and laughs, only to grab the base tightly and take it all in one swift move. My wife looks up when her hot little mouth wraps around the base of my cock, her expression provocative. The way she looks at me is different now, her longing deeper. Possessiveness is written all over her gorgeous face, and it makes me impossibly hard. She looks at me like she owns me, wants to mark me as hers.
“Four,” I warn her when she swallows, her tongue drawing leisurely circles. I can see it in her eyes — she has no intention of making me come until she damn well feels like it. Fucking tease.
I tighten my grip on her hair and try to rock my hips, needing friction, but she just moves with me, not letting me have what I want. “Mrs. Windsor,” I warn.
She swallows, her throat tightening fucking deliciously, and my eyes fall closed — only for them to open in a rush as a knock sounds on the door. Raya and I both tense when the door opens, and John walks in.
“Good afternoon, Professor Windsor,” he says, his eyes wide when he takes in the carnage in my office, documents and pens strews all around the room, my desk bare save for the nearly invisible little wet spot Raya left. “Wow, what happened here?”
I glance at my wife, panic seizing me, but she merely raises a brow and slowly slides back, keeping only to the tip of my cock in between her lips. My heart is racing, and realization finally dawns.
Adrian fucking Astor. I bite back a laugh when I realize what the fully enclosed desk is for, and why he so firmly insisted I’d thank him for it eventually. What a legend.
“Are we entering offices without permission now, John?” I snap. “You have a habit of overstepping, don’t you?”
I lean forward and prop one elbow on my desk, my other hand still buried in Raya’s hair. I’m certain my wife is fully hidden from view, and she seems to realize it too, because she grabs my cock and begins to bob her head up and down. She’s moving so slowly she’s barely making a sound, but her movements drive me completely fucking wild.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” he says, flustered. “I just wanted to drop by and apologize in person. You were right, the coding was messy and inefficient, and it could’ve resulted in all my teammates’ hard work going to waste. I’ll fix it, so please don’t punish Raya for my mistakes.”
I tighten my grip on my wife’s hair to keep her still, but she doesn’t even acknowledge my attempts and latches on harder, her tongue swirling faster. Is she trying to make me come with this fucking guy standing right in front of me?
“Raya,” I growl, bringing my fist to my mouth and biting down on it for a moment. John nods and raises a brow, his gaze running over my face. I shake my head, trying my hardest to keep my breathing even when my head is spinning, my cock throbbing. “My head is killing me, John,” I tell him, in an attempt to offer an explanation. It’s true — the head Raya is giving me is killing me. “Now isn’t a good time to discuss this.”
I tighten my grip on my wife’s hair and accept my fate, tilting my hips up as she takes me deep, swallowing in a rhythmic pattern, knowing full well that the way she tightens her throat is going to make me come.
He nods politely and pauses by the door, opening his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “As for whether Raya deserves to be punished… well, that’s up to me, isn’t it?” I snap.
I bite down on my lip harshly when my wife pushes me over the edge, not giving a single fuck that we’re not alone in the room. She’s such a fucking brat, and she absolutely does deserve punishment. Five. I’ll bring her to the edge of an orgasm five times before I let her come. My girl needs to be taught a lesson, and the date I have planned for us next weekend is the perfect time to do it.
