Use Me Raw, Daddies: A Steamy Collection of Taboo Stories

The Professor's Slút. (1) Chapter 1: ~ ~ ~ My name is Lia Harper. And yes, I have always been a slút. Go ahead and judge me if you want. I have had séx with men I barely knew in empty classrooms, parked cars, nightclubs, and even in the back of a local church. I have let two men take me at a time, sometimes three, just to feel the ache in my body that no one else could reach. I have fúcked women too. I have let them pull me apart until I shattered. I let myself be wanted, used, and taken, and I loved every damn second of it. But there is one man I have wanted more than anyone else. Professor Nathan Cross. He barely looked at me back when I was still his student. Then, I was just another girl in the back row, sitting quietly and following the rules, while hiding how hard I had fallen for him. I’ve fantasized about him every day since. He was tall with broad shoulders, and I always noticed the way his shirts hugged his chest. His jaw was sharp, clean-cut, the kind you wanted to trace with your fingers. A streak of gray ran at his temples, and his deep, husky voice often made my skin tighten every time he spoke in class. And his hands? I’ve imagined them on me for years, spanking my ass, cupping and squeezing my bóobs, pinching my nípples, pulling my hair, sliding between my legs, gripping me hard while he thrusts, claiming every inch of me in ways no one else ever could. I was finally done with my master’s program and it was my last day on campus. I was almost finished with my clearance, just one more professor needed to sign my papers. It was Professor Nathan. The man I had thought about every day, the man I had másturbated to more times than I could count. Once he signed my papers I would officially be done with him as a student. No more rules. No more holding back. Maybe this was my chance to finally go wild with him, to finally make him notice exactly how much I wanted him. I adjusted the strap of my bag and my heels clicked against the tile as I walked to his office. Today, nothing was off-limits. Today, I was going to let him f**k me the way I’d imagined for years. I took a deep breath before reaching the front of his office and knocked lightly. “Who’s there?” a deep voice called from inside. “Lia Harper. I need your signature for my final clearance,” I replied. There was a pause long enough to make me wonder if I should just turn around and leave, but then he said, “Office hours are over, but come in.” I exhaled slowly and pushed the door open, stepping into the spacious office. I couldn’t remember ever being in here during my time at school. Nathan Cross was leaning back in his chair, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong forearms that looked absurdly good. His tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, and he looked entirely at ease, like he was on a break rather than running a department. And when the hell did he get this ridiculously hot? He had always been good-looking, but now? Now I wanted to rip that shirt off him. I wanted to feel his hands on me and I, sure as hell, wanted him to dominate me in ways I had dreamed about for months. I swallowed, trying to push the thoughts aside. Maybe this was what happened after spending too much time thinking about séx, letting your brain fill with nothing but dirty ideas. I wanted him so bad. Oh yeah. I admitted it to myself. His eyes lifted from the papers and locked on mine. The intensity hit me like a jolt. I froze. He held my gaze long enough to make my cheeks burn before returning to his work. I counted in my head, trying to stop myself from doing something reckless. One. Two. Three. He looked up again and leaned forward in his chair. His eyes narrowed as they settled on me. “Final clearance,” he said, a smirk tugging at a corner of his mouth. “Congratulations, Lia. You’re officially done.” I edged closer to the desk. “Almost. I just need your signature.” His eyes slid down my body, lingering on my exposed legs. Heat flared through me where his gaze landed. The short skirt I’d chosen this morning suddenly felt like the perfect choice. He examined the form and leaned back again. “You’ll need the department’s stamp on this. I can sign it, but it won’t count without that.” I tried not to roll my eyes. Of course, there was always another step. “Where do I get it?” He picked up his phone and dialed quickly. “No need to run around. My intern is on campus. So, I’ll have him bring it here.” After a brief conversation, he hung up. “He’ll be here in shortly. It looks like you’re stuck with me for a little while.” The words sounded innocent, but the slow way he said them made my cheeks burn. “I can wait,” I said, perching on the edge of the chair in front of him and smoothing my skirt. His eyes followed every small movement, and I felt under complete scrutiny. “That’s quite the séxy outfit for a quick clearance run,” he remarked. I crossed my legs slowly, letting him watch. “It’s just a skirt, Professor Nathan,” I said, lifting my chin. “It’s distracting,” he said with a smirk. “You’ve always known how to draw attention, Lia.” “Really?” I smiled, letting the words drip with innocence. “I had no idea you ever noticed me in class.” “Of course I did,” he said, “You’re one of the few girls whose… curves… I couldn’t ignore. And those… beautiful, busty bóobs of yours? I love them.” I flushed, but didn’t look away. “I wasn’t trying to get your attention… and I’m not trying to do that right now,” I lied. He raised an eyebrow. “Could’ve fooled me.” “Well… maybe I like being noticed,” I murmured, letting the words hang heavy between us. His smirk deepened, “I like noticing you. More than I probably should.” It was clear he wanted me as much as I wanted him. My body ached to push things further. To make him ache for me. I told you I’m a slút, right? Slút 101: Always make your target sweat, shiver, and rock hard before you let him bury himself inside you. The secret? Séduce shamelessly. Tease him raw. Leave him desperate for every inch of your dripping cúnt. Stick close. I’ll show you exactly how I did it.