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I could only
imagine. Dad had let me see the cab of his truck a few times. The bed
inside looked more like a bench with couch cushions on top of it. I
couldn't imagine having to sleep on that thing every night. No wonder
his back was always hurting.

After some brief
conversation, my father went to take a shower, and I returned to my
room to study. The initial excitement of his homecoming was over,
though I was sure that we'd have a lot more to talk about after he
was rested. When he finished his shower, he went into the living room
to watch televisions for a while. I asked if he needed anything and
then retired to my room for the night, deciding it was best to let
him have some time to wind down. He would be home for most of the
week, so we would have plenty of time to catch up later.

Strangely, I hadn't
thought about masturbating all day, but the second I laid down in
bed, it was all that consumed my mind. There was an itch between my
legs that needed to be scratched, a very sensual itch. The few times
before that I had gone to bed without masturbating, I had been
extremely exhausted. Tonight, I was wide awake, and I was pretty sure
there was only one thing that would relax me enough to sleep.

Grumpily, I tossed
and turned, thinking about how this wasn't fair and wondering if
Damien was going through the same thing. A sick part of me hoped and
prayed that he was curled up in bed in utter agony, perhaps trying
everything possible not to touch his throbbing cock.
Mmm.
Oh
God, that thought only made me hornier. I squeezed my thighs together
and banged my head against my pillow a few times, as if to knock the
perverted images from my head. It didn't work though, and soon, all I
could think about was Damien Reed naked and between my legs. It was
going to be a long night—a long miserable night.

Eventually, I was
able to go to sleep, but my alarm clock went off cruelly early.
Apparently, Damien only cared if I went to sleep on time, not that I
got a good sleep. Perhaps I could reason with him next time I saw him
about how not masturbating gave me insomnia. I doubted he would
listen though. He was a very stubborn man.

With the weekend
over, the week progressed as normal. I missed not seeing Damien on
Sunday, though not as much as I had expected. Perhaps fear of his
strictness was dulling my desire for him. It was a sad thought, but
couldn't be helped.

While the craving to
masturbate was with me Monday night, it wasn't as strong. After only
a few hours of laying there sulking, I was able to go to sleep,
though I still felt completely miserable. Not only was refraining
from masturbating resulting in lost sleep, but it was also making me
hornier in the daytime, which caused me to be distracted during
class. All the boys whom I had overlooked for Damien when the
semester began were starting to look a lot more appealing. I wondered
what Damien would say if I told him that. Would he even care?

I didn't expect to
hear from Damien all week aside from our nightly texts. From Monday
to Friday, he did him and I did me. The weekends were our together
time. That's why I was a bit surprised on Wednesday to see a text for
him telling me to come to his classroom after school.

My stomach twisted
in nervousness, wondering what he could possibly want. Maybe he had
more rules for me to follow. I scowled at the thought. If that was
the case, I'd never respond to one of his midday texts again.

After my last class,
I headed to Damien's classroom. It was a bit nostalgic to step inside
and see his handwriting on the whiteboard. Most of the time, I
practically forgot he taught at my college . . . and how we met.
Instinctively, I looked at his desk to see if his infamous pen was
sitting on top. It wasn't. After my stunt in thievery, he probably
kept a closer eye on it. The thing was too expensive and sentimental
to risk losing again.

I found Damien in
his office working on paperwork. He barely glanced up at me as I
entered, muttering for me to close and lock the door while he
continued reading.

By the time I had
done what he asked, his attention had shifted. His eyes were on
me—those dark penetrating eyes that spoke of deep desire. I
felt my body warming up just from the sight of his intense gaze.

“
Take
off your clothes,” he told me, steepling his hands on top of
the desk.

“
What?
Here?” My cheeks instantly turned pink, the heat from my body
rushing up to my face.

“
Did
I stutter?”

“
Damien,
we can't.”

“
You
didn't seem to have a problem with it the first time you were in my
office.”

That made me blush
even more. I could remember it like it was yesterday, me pressed up
against his desk, and the aggressive way he went to claim me. Then I
had ruined everything by telling him I was a virgin. It wouldn't be
that way this time. This time, we'd finish what we started so many
weeks ago.

“
I
didn't get naked last time,” I reminded him.

“
Do
you want a punishment? I still have a lot of tests to grade. You
could be standing in the corner for a while,” he warned.

Just the mention of
the word punishment made my hands move to purpose pulling my blouse
over my head. There was something incredibly arousing about
undressing in his office. It was like we were role-playing. Except
that we weren't. He was the college professor, and I was the student.
And he was about to take advantage of me, crossing forbidden
territory that put us both in danger.

My heart beat
fiercely as I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Damien's
eyes were watching me, molesting me. When I caught him staring at my
breasts, my nipples instantly perked, turning into taut peaks, as if
his gaze had some magic power that stimulated them. I bit my bottom
lip and bowed my body to pull down my skirt and underwear. If Damien
Reed wanted me naked, then he would have it.

“
Come
here and Kneel,” Damien commanded as soon as I was undressed.

Without hesitation,
I walked around the desk, assuming the position in front of him, on
my knees with my palms down on my lap. He turned his chair to face
me, reaching to rub and pinch one of my nipples. My cunt throbbed in
response, my nipples growing even harder from the stimulation.

When he stood to
look down at me, my entire body was consumed by lust. He burned into
me with his dark gaze, his crotch dangerously close to my face. I
inhaled deeply, but all I could smell was paper and markers.

“
I
think you know what I want,” Damien whispered down to me, and
it was all the provocation I needed.

I leaned forward,
kissing him over his jeans, wanting to feel his glorious cock thicken
beneath them. Before I had a chance to do anything else though, he
was taking a step back and unzipping his pants. Within seconds, his
flaccid length was staring me in the face. Greedily, I crawled
forward to take it into my mouth, looking up at him all the while.
Soft moans escaped my lips as I bobbed back and forth, feeling his
manhood become engorged in the wetness of my mouth. Damien reached a
hand down to fondle one of my breasts as I sucked, sending tremors of
want straight to my cunt.

Though it had only
been a few days since I last felt his touch, it seemed like forever,
by the way that my body was responding to it. Already, my pussy was
moistening in anticipation. Oh how I hoped he wanted more than just a
blow job.

I did my best to
focus on every minute sensation of sucking him off, the way my tongue
danced across the bulging veins of his member, the way my lips
caressed the cute little ridges of his cock head. He smelled and
tasted like man, thick and delicious. When I pushed him to the back
of my throat, he filled me completely, and when I pulled him out, I
was left feeling empty and hungry, wanting to bring him in again,
wanting to suck until I could taste more than just skin.

Finally,
he grabbed the base of his shaft, pulling it out of my mouth to rub
it across my erect nipples.
“
Stand
and lay back on my desk,” he told me.

My heart skipped a
beat with the realization that I was about to get my wish.

I felt awkward
climbing onto his desk. The paperwork was still there, and for a
moment, I thought about moving it aside, but Damien gave me a soft
slap on the ass, sending a shiver of pleasure through me, and I said
screw it and pulled myself up on top of it instead.

Before I had even
situated myself, Damien was grabbing me by the ankles, forcing my
feet up to the sky. A blush spread across my cheeks as I thought
about how inappropriate we looked—how inappropriate this all
was. He held my calves at a V and guided his cock to my pussy, barely
pressing the tip inside. I tried not to squirm, feeling my inner
channel pulsing from the sensation of his body's sensual touch.

“
Do
you want it?” he asked.

“
Yeah,”
I whispered, scared that someone might hear.

“
Don't
you mean yes, Sir. That's the second time since you've been in my
classroom you've forgotten to say it.” He gave me a
disapproving look, keeping his cock at my borderline, torturing and
teasing me at the same time.

“
Yes,
Sir. Please, Sir. Give it to me.”

“
You're
really racking up the corner time. When you come over next, you
should expect punishment.”

I didn't care.
Nothing mattered but having him inside of me. His cock was so close,
the bulbous head dipping into my wet channel only to pull away again.
I wasn't dumb enough to think I wouldn't get what I wanted though.
This wasn't just about me. Damien was horny too. His eyes said it
all, and there was no way I would be leaving his office without
getting fucked. Just the thought that we were about to have sex in
his office, on campus, with me laying across a bunch of ungraded
tests, was enough to kick my arousal up to a higher level than I'd
ever experienced before. The intensity of it made my entire body
throb with excitement, made me short of breath without us even having
coupled yet.

He pressed inside
without another word, tunneling his length all the way into me. I
groaned in appreciation, letting my head rest over the side of the
desk as he began thrusting. My throat was a torrent of moans, but I
swallowed each one, knowing we had to be quiet.

Apparently, Damien
was less keen on the idea of discretion. He let go of my legs,
forcing me to keep them strained up in the air. After every few
thrusts, he gave my ass a gentle slap, sending shock waves straight
to my pussy.

“
Play
with yourself,” he told me, and I was quick to comply, pressing
a hand between my legs to milk out my quickly approaching orgasm.
Within seconds, I was warning him I would come, and he forced my hand
away, making my orgasm recede, though it didn't go very far.

Damien grabbed my
thighs and began bucking hard, picking up the pace and causing my
body to bounce across his desk and spill some papers to the floor.
That didn't stop him though. My cunt pulsed and throbbed as he took
me with heated vigor, the look in his eyes pure carnal lust.

He grabbed my legs
and held them together, pulling out and entering me again and again.
I groaned at the way my body squeezed him. His cock felt almost too
thick to go in, but he forced it, making me feel fuller than ever
before. Leaning on my forearms, I watched him fuck me, the visual
stimulation adding to my overall pleasure. It was then that I
realized he wasn't wearing a condom, not that it mattered much to me
in that moment. My entire soul was consumed with my body's desires,
completely focused on nothing but my own pleasure.

Damien pulled out
and walked over to where my head was. Knowing what he wanted, I
relaxed my throat as he slipped back inside of my mouth, forcing me
to taste myself on his phallus. He didn't move, but instead allowed
me to do all the work, sucking on him with fervor as I tried to will
his orgasm out. Once he came, I would be allowed to come. That was
how this game would work, I already knew.

Damien didn't seem
to be in any hurry though. When he was satisfied with my oral, he
pulled away again, taking a few steps back.

“
Get
off the desk and come lean over it,” he said, practically
breathless.