Annabel is shocked to learn she is failing her photography class - and willing to do everything it takes to save her grade. Warning: Story contains a naughty redhead, elements of reluctance, and a filthy-minded college professor on a power trip.
“What do you think, Miss Collins? Do you care to prove your dedication?”
Annabel swallowed hard. A semester ago, this would have been the point where she fled the room. A semester ago, she had been a thorough good girl.
But this was no longer the case. She had realized during her fraternity adventure that she loved the rough, dirty sex that had gotten her the slut reputation. And on top of it, she now knew that she didn’t mind being fucked by someone she barely knew. And she needed to pass this class unless she wanted to change her major.
Doctor Thompson’s hands moved even lower. His fingertips slipped beneath the neckline of her top, then forced their way into her bra. Warm hands cupped her breasts and made her pulse race.
Her breath hitched in her throat. She bit her lip just in time to avoid making a sound when he rolled her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. He moved closer, his erection pressing into her through the large gap between the slates of the chair. His nose buried in her hair, he inhaled her scent.
His hands massaged her breasts thoroughly. The neckline of here top was soon stretched out and hooked beneath them, her bra hanging loosely to allow him easier access. Still she just sat, frozen, getting more and more turned on by the second even while trying to fight the feeling.
Annabel’s lack of resistance seemed to be enough confirmation for him. A moment later, he withdrew his hands and stepped away, and then she heard the unmistakable sound of a door being locked.
About Violet Jessamy
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Published June 3, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.