Graded in Sin

The Deal

Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs as the lock clicked into place. Professor Kane’s office smelled of leather, old books, and something darker, his cologne, the same woody scent that had wrapped around her in that restroom stall.

He leaned back against the edge of his heavy oak desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, gray eyes burning into her with unnerving intensity. The professional professor from the lecture hall had vanished. In his place stood the man who had f****d her senseless less than twenty-four hours ago.

“Sit down, Miss Sinclair,” he said, voice low and controlled.

She didn’t sit. She couldn’t. Her legs felt too shaky. “What is this?” she whispered, hating how small her voice sounded. “You’re… you’re my professor?”

A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “And you’re my student. The top student, from what I hear. Full scholarship. One bad grade away from losing everything.”

Emma’s stomach dropped. He had already looked her up.

He pushed off the desk and stalked toward her, each step measured. She backed up until her spine hit the closed door. Kane stopped inches away, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“You thought last night was anonymous?” he murmured, one hand coming up to brace beside her head. “I remember every sound you made. The way your tight little p***y clenched around my c**k when you came the second time. The way you begged me to f**k you harder.”

Heat flooded her face—and lower. Her traitorous body responded instantly, a slick ache building between her thighs despite the fear spiking through her veins.

“I didn’t know,” she breathed. “It was one night. Just one night.”

“One night that could ruin your entire future.” His free hand brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, the touch deceptively gentle. “This course is required for graduation. Fail it, and you’re done. No degree. No scholarship renewal. All that hard work… gone.”

Emma’s eyes stung with humiliated tears she refused to let fall. “What do you want?”

Kane’s gaze dropped to her mouth, then lower, tracing the curve of her breasts beneath her blouse. “The same thing I wanted last night. You. On my terms.”

He stepped even closer, his thigh pressing between hers, forcing her legs slightly apart. “Here’s the deal, Emma. You submit to me completely. Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want. You spread those pretty legs, open that sweet mouth, and take everything I give you. In return, I’ll make sure you pass this course with flying colors. Top marks. Guaranteed graduation.”

Her breath hitched. “That’s blackmail.”

“Call it whatever helps you sleep at night.” His hand slid down her side, gripping her hip possessively. “Or call it survival. Your choice.”

Emma’s mind raced. She could report him. She could walk away right now and take the failing grade. But the thought of losing her scholarship, disappointing her family, throwing away years of perfect GPA… it crushed her.

And worse…some dark, shameful part of her was already throbbing at his words, remembering how good it had felt when he took control.

Kane leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Decide quickly, sweetheart. I’m not a patient man.”

She swallowed hard, voice barely audible. “If I say yes… how often?”

“As often as I want.” He nipped her earlobe, making her gasp. “Starting now.”

Before she could protest, his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was fierce, claiming…nothing like the frantic bathroom encounter. This was deliberate. Possessive. His tongue invaded, tasting her panic and her unwanted arousal all at once.

Emma’s hands came up to push him away, but instead her fingers curled into his shirt, holding on as her body betrayed her. A low moan escaped her throat.

Kane pulled back just enough to speak against her lips. “Good girl.”

In one smooth motion, he spun her around and bent her over his desk, papers scattering. Her skirt rode up as he shoved it to her waist. Cool air hit her skin as he yanked her panties down to her knees.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Already wet for your professor.”

Emma whimpered as two thick fingers slid through her folds, circling her c**t before plunging inside her. She bit her lip to stifle a cry, gripping the edge of the desk.

“Please…” she gasped, not sure if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.

He unzipped his pants. The thick, blunt head of his c**k pressed against her entrance—hot, insistent, familiar. “Beg properly, Emma. Tell me you’ll be my good little student.”

Tears of shame and desperate need pricked her eyes. The stakes crashed over her…her future, her body, this dangerous man who now held both in his hands.

“I’ll… I’ll submit,” she whispered brokenly. “Just… please.”

Kane thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Emma’s moan tore from her throat, loud and helpless, as he filled her completely. He didn’t wait. He f****d her hard and deep, the desk creaking beneath them, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

“f**k… so tight,” he groaned, pounding into her with ruthless rhythm. “This p***y was made for me.”

Pleasure coiled tight and fast inside her. Every brutal thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her walls fluttering around his thick length.

Just as the orgasm began to crest, Kane slowed, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow.

“Not yet,” he rasped, voice dark with control. “You come when I say you come.”

A sharp knock sounded on the office door.

“Professor Kane? You have that department meeting in five minutes.”

Emma froze, panic flooding her system. Kane’s c**k was still buried deep inside her, throbbing.

He leaned over her back, lips brushing her ear as he gave one slow, deliberate roll of his hips.

“Better stay very, very quiet, sweetheart,” he whispered, a wicked smile in his voice. “Or everyone will know exactly what kind of student you really are.”