part 2
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"Miss Amy Smith?"
Professor Ivan's secretary calls out to me, her voice tender but firm.
I look up from my phone, my eyebrows raising as I blink at her.
"The professor will see you now." She gives me a bit of a scowl, and I roll my eyes, understanding exactly what her problem is.
It is no news that she sleeps with the professor, I mean, I would do the same thing if I was working for a hot man like professor Ivan.
I tuck my phone into my tote bag before standing to my feet and making my way into the office.
His office is grand, made to look even bigger by the imposing paintings hanging on each wall. Almost everything is made out of varnished oak wood, the evoking scent wafting through the air. A giant table is in the middle of the office, with tons of files, books and ornaments piled on it. The glass windows reflect the sun's rays, and the view of the city from them is mesmerizing.
Then, behind the desk, professor Ivan sits with his index fingers pressed together and resting under his chin. He stares at me like I am a specimen to be studied, his intense gaze causing me to freeze.
"Sit down." His order comes, his voice smooth but powerful, carrying such aura that leaves me with a racing heart. Even if I don't want to, I am compelled to take a sit, fighting the urge to say, 'yes daddy.'
"Did I do something wrong, professor?" I ask, my voice coming out flatter than I expected.
He clears his throat but does not break eye contact. It feels like he is staring into my soul and it is beginning to make me very uncomfortable.
"Do your parents know what you write in that damn book?" His tone is sharp, almost like he is scolding me, and I gulp.
"Professor?" I lean forward.
"Do they know that instead of studying, you're fantasizing about having your professor's d**k inside you?" He rises to his feet, loosening the tie around his neck as the atmosphere suddenly becomes too hot to handle.
I can hear my own heart slamming against my chest like it wants to escape, but at the same time, I feel my panties drench at his words. Why did he say it like that? As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on.
I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir."
"Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine.
"Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"
My knees buckle, and my stomach twists. I try not to, but I can't help but bite down on my lip, getting hornier by the second. My throat is dry, craving only for his c*m.
"Well.." I can't stop myself from making a move. "What can I do to help?" I look up at him, blinking slowly with my hands resting in-between my thighs.
I can see his eyes dart to my chest, and I know damn well that my n*****s are poking out, because I rarely wear bras.
"You will have to be punished, Amy."
I love the way my name rolls off his lips— effortless and sexy.
"Punished?" I ask in a whisper, still looking up at him and pushing my chest out. I suck at seduction, but I was hoping this would work, because I desperately want to be touched by him.
I want to feel his c**k inside me so badly, and as I think about it, my eyes roam his pants, landing on his erection. It was huge, only making me lustful. I want him so badly, I want this man to possess me and ruin me, to make me beg him for his c*m.
Fuck!
I am sure that the chair I am sitting on is already soaked, because I can't control myself at this point.
"Yes, punished. Saying such naughty things about your professor is simply unacceptable, and now you must choose between failing this course or.." a dark grin played across his lips as he leaned on the desk, his muscles flexed. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and the first two buttons of his shirt undone, you would never believe that he is an old man.
My eyebrows furrow, a gasp tearing from my chest.
"No! You can't fail me! Please!"
My parents would kill me, I would never forgive myself.
"Please, I can't fail this course, it's important.. too important to me. I'll do anything else, please!" I almost go on my knees, but then he smirks.
"Bring out that book." He orders.
I hesitate a little, sniffing back my tears and swallowing the lump in my throat before digging my hand into my tote bag to pull out the diary.
"If you don't want to fail..." He leans towards me, getting so close that I can feel his warm breath on my face, and it steals my breath, leaving me gasping for air.
How is it that this man completely breaks me into pieces simply by being so close to me?
"Then," he continues, "you'll have to do everything you stated in that book, one after the other."
My heart drops, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me. I can't think for a split second, but then I remember that not only is this the only way to pass this course, it is also something I've wanted so badly.
"I'll do it." I nod, looking up at him.
"Good girl."
That makes shivers run down my spine.
"Now, open it and read out the first line."
I slowly open the book, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. How can he make me read this out to him?
"Go on." He urges, his voice firm and his face rigid.
I swallow before opening my mouth to speak.
"Dear diary, I want professor Ivan to make me choke on his cock." The words leave my lips and my stomach churns, and then he chuckles, his hands moving to his belt.
"Well, let's see if you can handle it, little one."
- Writer
