Falling For My Married Professor

She was trembling badly. Her body was shaking not because she was drenched from the rain or because she was cold. Truth was that she wasn't even cold at all; she was hot, her body seemed to be on fire at the moment.

It probably would have been better if she turned around and left like he ordered, but a part of her didn't want to, a part of her wanted to stay and find out what would happen if she disobeyed him.

Lightening flashed outside, illuminating the office briefly so she could see his chilling glare and the darkness in his eyes. Her heart pounded erratically against her ribs and her breath faltered as she replayed his words in her head over and over again.

"Take the blanket, get out."

Yaren was very well aware that her wet top was now see-through and her bra was on full display, she was very well aware that it was the soft Afghan blanket around her shoulder that shielded her from his darkened gaze.

Letting out a shuddering breath, she loosed her hold on both ends of the blanket. She let it fall off her shoulders slowly till it pooled on the floor at her feet leaving her completely exposed to his scrutiny.

She wasn't going to run this time, she wasn't going to spend weeks hiding from him, she wasn't going to spend countless nights dreaming of him spreading open her legs and finding her as drenched as he had made her in his car.

"Yaren...."

The warning was clear. His restraint was thinning and she could tell by the slight strain in his deep voice.

"I'm.... I'm not leaving, sir." She told him. Her voice was barely a whisper, it barely sounded at all but she was sure he heard her, she was sure of it.

He didn't speak immediately, and the silence had her anxiety doubling till she began to visibly tremble, till the tears in her eyes spilled and streaked down her cheeks, till she found herself completely unable to breathe. And then he spoke.

"Come here."

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach hardly the very second the words left his lips. Her legs began to move even before her brain could properly process the order. She found herself moving towards him slowly until she was almost standing in front of him.

It happened quickly; one moment she was an arm's reach away, and the next he had grabbed her and dragged her closer so her bosom was pressed against his hard chest.

His voice was by her ear almost immediately, his hot breath fanned the side of her neck causing her body to shudder sweetly.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, Yaren." He said.

But she wasn't playing any games; she just couldn't take it anymore. Her body didn't feel like hers anymore, it craved the feel of his hands on her skin, it craved his presence, it craved everything about him.

Her breath hitched sharply as he spun her around and shoved her down so she was bent over his desk, his hand pressed down on her back to keep her in place as his other hand pushed her skirt up and bunched it at her waist to expose her trembling legs up to her panties which wasn't soaked from the rain alone.

She couldn't stop herself from whimpering as he gripped her hip. She shivered at the chill in the room which was beginning to kiss her bare thighs, but that sensation quickly shifted when he pressed close. She gripped the desk, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

He leaned in, and his breath once again fanned the side of her neck. “You like this, don’t you?”

Part of her wanted to admit that she did, yet another part of her hesitated, reminding her this wasn’t entirely right. She swallowed hard and let herself respond with a small sound.

He held her still, his touch was commanding but careful as he began rubbing along her back and shoulders. The warmth of his hands contrasted sharply with the coolness of her soaked shirt, and she felt herself leaning into his touch even as her heart raced.

“You’re tense,” he said.

She didn’t know how to name what she was feeling at the moment; guilt, desire, fear, excitement, it was consuming her all the same.

He released her hip, and for a moment, she thought he was going to stop like he had last time. But then, a sharp, stinging slap landed on her ass causing her to gasp. It was a small, choked sound that was half pain, half pleasure.

Another one followed, harder this time, and a hot flush spread across her skin. The impact had her jolting up but he pressed down on her back to keep her in place.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you, Yaren?" He asked her. There was something about the way he spoke that made the pit of her stomach burn fiercely, something about how calm he sounded when she knew he was anything but calm. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

A part of her screamed "yes," it was the wild part that had been longing for him for weeks now. It was the part of her that craved his dominance, that craved the thrill of being completely at his mercy.

Yet the other part continued to stop her.

He seemed to take her moan as an answer because he reached out and gently rubbed her ass, his fingers traced the angry red marks his palms had left. The gentle touch felt like a balm to the stinging heat which made her body relax ever so slightly.

But then, his fingers began to move lower in a sensual descent that made her heart pound harder. She had never been so exposed to anyone before, she had never been touched like this before, and a tiny voice in her head screamed for her to stop, but she pushed it aside.

He found her drenched slit, and she would have jerked upright if he hadn't pinned her down. She could only whimper helplessly as her hips twitched desperately for more.

Lightening flashed once more and the room lit up long enough for her to notice her knuckles were pale from how tightly she was clenching her fist.

"Professor...." The word left her lips in form of a moan.

His fingers began to rub in a circular motion that was slow and designed to drive her to the brink of madness.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked her. He was giving her another chance to back out, he was giving her a chance to get the fuck out. But she shook her head quickly. "Say it."

"No." She forced the word out regardless of the lump that had formed in her throat.

"Where are your manners, Yaren?"

She forced the lump down before trying again.

"No sir."

The guilt was gone now. All she could feel was him; his touch, his scent, his presence. She was lost in the moment. He continued his slow torture, his fingers rubbing and teasing till her moans got louder, more desperate.

"Please..." She started to beg quietly. She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't take any more of the teasing. Her body was trembling so much now that she could hardly stand.

He leaned in, his lips brushed against her ear lightly. "Just a little longer," he whispered, his tone was promising. "Just a little longer."

She blinked and more tears went streaking down her cheeks. Her body was screaming for more, her senses were heightened and she felt like she was losing her

mind.

"Please."

Then, with a final rub, his fingers slid inside her, one by one.