Chapter 1

It was never Mila's intention to send explicit images of herself to her crush's father. The realization that her dad's best friend had seen her nude was a nightmarish thought she wished to wake up from.

To her surprise, Mr. Williams requested another naked picture of her. But she couldn't comply.

He was her crush's father and her father's best friend. How could she possibly act like nothing had happened when they were coming over for dinner?

Feeling trapped as Mr. Williams cornered her. He used one hand to pull up the bottom of her dress and the other to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back.

"Please," Mila whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams." A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her buttocks.

"You have no idea how much power I hold over you, Mila," he murmured. "Anything I desire, you will give me, or do you want me to show your father the picture you sent me?"

Mila's grip on the counter grew tighter as she pushed her backside against him. This was all a mistake. It felt so wrong. "What do you want?" she asked.

"You, on your knees in front of me."

Chapter 001

My best friend Ada, lounged beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you are exquisitely beautiful." Her eyes were fixed on my phone as she uttered these words.

"You should definitely consider sending Everett that photo of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized.

I responded with a playful giggle, opting not to share that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't showcase my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of myself positioned against a wall, clad in black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue poking out and my eyes closed.

Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?"

I raised an eyebrow in response.

"What? It wouldn't hurt to provide him with more options to peruse, if you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand.

I stared at the pictures, contemplating Ada's proposal. She did make a valid point. To be honest, simply gazing at them had already aroused me. I could only imagine what his reaction would be. I knew he would immediately desire me and I craved that.

I scrolled to Everett's contact on my phone and sent him the two photos with the caption: Wish you were here with me. ;)

As I set my phone aside, Ada beamed. "When will you see him next? Perhaps you two can finally have sex!"

I rolled onto my stomach and kicked my feet into the air. "He and his father are supposed to come over for dinner tomorrow night."

The alliance between my father and Everett's father, Mr. Williams, at CloseNet Engineering, spanned fifteen years since its inception. Our families shared weekly dinner gatherings, embarked on vacations together, and even celebrated holidays as one.

"Lately, Everett has been a tease," I murmured, reminiscing on the multitude of lewd texts he had sent me. I couldn't help but squeeze my knees together.

During high school, Everett and I would flirt back and forth, but nothing more. He was known as the bad boy, a player, the epitome of every girl's fantasy. We never had the opportunity to act on our mutual attraction, partly due to my own resistance. Whenever he made advances, I relished the idea of turning him away.

The thought of him out on dates with all those attractive women, opening up one of my provocative messages or pictures, made me wet. Imagining him placing his phone on the table, his hand pressing against his growing arousal, trying to calm himself down, before eventually excusing himself to take care of the issue in the bathroom.

Damn, I had indulged in that fantasy one too many times. I was tempted to give in and let him have me.

Before Ada left for the day, she made me promise to text her as soon as Everett replied. But every time I checked my phone, there were no messages from him.

By four p.m., I couldn't stop bouncing my knee, my teeth tugging at my lip, my heart racing. He always responded within minutes.

Maybe he was no longer interested in playing this game. Perhaps sending two pictures was too much. I didn't know, but I needed to find out. What if there was something wrong?

My phone buzzed, and I jumped up, eagerly opening the message.

Everett Williams: Mila, I don't believe this is appropriate.

My heart plummeted. How could he find it inappropriate? We had been exchanging messages like this for nearly two months, and all of a sudden, he had a change of heart. Where was his usual sassy comeback?

Me: What do you mean? You didn't like the pictures?

He responded within seconds.

Everett Williams: Oh no, I love them. I'm aroused just by looking at them. If possible, I would invite you to my bed.

Me: So, what's the issue, Everett? Come over. My dad is at work.

Everett Williams: Double check the person you are messaging.

I stared at the name on the screen, my eyes widening in shock. "Oh no, how could I be so foolish?" My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I read the name repeatedly, struggling to believe that I had just sent my explicit photos to Everett's father.

Me: OMG, I am deeply sorry, Mr. Williams. I intended to send those to someone else. Please do not inform my dad about this! I am mortified.

I pulled the covers over my head, trying to hide from the overwhelming embarrassment. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart racing even faster than before.

Mr. Williams: Don't be ashamed, Mila. You are exceptionally alluring.

I widened my eyes at his response, my heart racing with desire for a brief moment. Mr. Williams was almost as old as my father, but his attractiveness had always been undeniable. Ada and I had a huge crush on him during high school.

I took a deep breath and chose to keep my reply muted.

Me: Thank you.

He did not respond, and I was left wondering what he was thinking. I just prayed that he wouldn't tell my dad about the photos.

And to be sure, I avoided my dad when he returned from work. I didn't come out for dinner, bid him good night, or even respond to anyone's messages, including Everett's.

Early the next morning, he knocked on my door and entered my room. The sunlight flooded in through the window. "Mila, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

My eyes widened, and I sat up in bed. "Um, no. Why?" I asked, gripping the sheets in my sweaty palms.

He shrugged. "You usually come down and eat dinner with us. Are you feeling unwell?"

I smiled at my dad, feeling relieved. "Oh, I just wasn't feeling great," I lied.

"Well, hopefully, you're feeling better by tonight. Everett and his father are coming over for dinner," he said. Then, he kissed my head and left for work.

Chapter 002

Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?

I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.

My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams's name on the screen.

Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.

I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?

After deciding to ignore the text, I turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But I kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text.

The screen lit up with a longer message.

Mr. Williams: Are you ignoring me? I could just tell your father about those pictures if you want.

As soon as I saw his message, I picked up the phone.

Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don't tell my dad.

Mr. Williams: It's going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier.

I pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? I … I couldn't. I placed my phone down and took a deep breath. I should call Ada; she would know what to do. I picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up.

Mr. Williams: I'm sitting next to your dad in a meeting right now. ;)

Fuck.

Me: Okay, okay. Just give me a second.

I scrolled through my phone, looking through all of the naked pictures of myself and trying to find one without my face in it because if this man was going to blackmail me, at least these pictures wouldn't have my face in them.

When I finally selected one, I sat on my bed, finger hovering over the blue Send button. My knees bounced up and down. I squeezed my eyes closed and sent it.

Mr. Williams: I want one with you naked and on your knees, looking into the camera.

I shut my eyes tightly. Why was this happening? How could this be happening? I sent my dirty pictures to Dad's partner and ended up in this situation.

But I really, really didn't want Dad to see or even know about the pictures. Last time he caught me sexting, he threatened to take away my college fund.

"A lady doesn't act that way," he had said.

So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My nipples were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn't want to retake it for him.

After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My pussy throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, dick hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. I pushed my hand in my pants, teasing my clit.

God, everything about it was so fucking hot.

A few hours passed, and he didn't text me back. I hoped that was enough to keep him over and to keep his mouth shut.

At seven p. m., Dad yelled upstairs to me, "Mila, the Williams are here."

I grabbed my phone and smoothed out my conservative navy-blue dress. Making sure all of the goodies were covered up. I didn't want Mr. Williams to get the wrong idea, especially with my family at the dinner table.

When I walked down the stairs, my heart was pounding against my chest. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me. As soon as I stepped into the room, Mr. Williams's blue eyes pierced through mine. His cream sweater hugged his body.

Bad-boy Everett was giving me that look he always did. Deep. Dark. Dangerous. Yet all I could think about was how I took a picture of myself, sitting on my knees, breasts on full display, and eyes wide, looking like I was waiting for his father's cock.

My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned.

Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap.

Mr. Williams: Put your vibrator inside of you.

I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Williams to see him in conversation with my dad.

Me: I don't have a vibrator.

After I replied, I went back to talking to Everett.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Williams look down at his phone and glance at me.

He didn't respond. Instead, he cleared his throat.

"Steve," he said, looking at my dad, "did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?"

My eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked.

Dad smiled. "No, I didn't. You're interested in photography, sweetie?"

Oh, fuck me. I forced a smile on my face. "Yes."

"Why haven't we seen any of your work?" he asked.

I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why did he have to do this now? "I like keeping it to myself," I stated, hoping he would drop the subject.

"I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them," Mr. Williams started.

Chapter 003

My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken.

They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair.

Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.

"Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening."

I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me.

I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.

When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirking at me.

It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him.

I'm more than happy, he said.

He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Williams thrusting himself inside of me.

"Mila! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

I gave her a forced smile and glanced at Mr. Williams. I knotted my eyebrows together. The pressure was too much. If this continued, I was going to come apart right here in front of everyone.

Mr. Williams loosened his collar slightly and reached for his phone. I just want to bend you over this table and pound into you.

My legs trembled at his words. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression.

"So, Mila, when did you get into photography?" Mr. Williams asked.

I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.

"I, uh, I started … like … maybe …" I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. "Uh …"

Mr. Williams smirked.

"Three months ago … maybe?"

"Do you like it?" he asked. I could taste his hunger from across the table.

I bit my lip and nodded my head at him. "Can I be excused? I-I have to do some … difficult homework for my economics class," I said. I needed to get this damn vibrator out of me before I came in front of my parents.

"Of course, sweetie," Mom said with a smile.

"I can help," Mr. Williams said.

"Oh." I grabbed the table, fingertips turning white, core tight. "No. I don't think-"

"Mila, he's the businessman of the company. Take advantage of him while he's here," Dad said.

I gazed at Dad, then Mr. Williams.

"I would love to help, Mila. Why don't you go show me what it is that's hard for you?"

"Okay," I said quietly. I jumped out of my seat, crossing my legs over one another and stumbling out of the room.

Mr. Williams followed me upstairs. As soon as I entered my room, I leaned over my bed and moaned softly. God, it felt so good.

He closed the door softly behind me and pushed me onto the bed. The bed dipped next to me. He grazed his fingers inside of my thigh, making me clench even harder.

And as his fingers skimmed across my wet panties, I whimpered. He slipped a finger inside and began rubbing circles around my clit.

"Mr. Williams, I-I …" I stuttered.

I moaned out as he pulled the vibrator out of me. His warm breath fanned my neck, and he peppered wet kisses down it. Leaning over on one of his elbows, he pushed his fingers inside of me. I gripped on to his wrist as he thrust them deeper.

The sound of my tightness being thrust into over and over made me wetter.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of me and placed them on my lips. "Suck on it," he demanded.

I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked my wetness off as I gazed at him through my lashes. He took a deep breath and closed his hungry eyes as he undid his belt.

"Fuck, Mila." He crawled off of the bed, pulled down his pants, and smirked down at me.

His fingers gripped my underwear from underneath my dress, and he slowly pulled them off of me. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs. I stood, craving his touch, and pressed my lips to his.

He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me back with it. "Turn around."

I turned around and placed my hands on the bed. With one hand, he fingered the bottom of my dress and pulled it up. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to arch my back. He rubbed his hardness against my entrance.

"Please," I whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams."

He pushed himself into me slowly. I clenched the bedsheets in my hand as his thick length filled me. He wrapped an arm around my torso and groped my breast through my dress, softly tugging on my earlobe.

"You have no idea how much power I have over you, Mila," he murmured. He thrusting into me. "Anything I want, you can and will give me, or do you want me to show your father the naked picture you sent to me?."

I gripped the bedsheets harder, thrusting my hips back against his. "What do you want?"

"You, on your knees, in front of me."

Chapter 004

Mr Williams pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his erection. "Stick out your tongue. You're going to swallow for me."

My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my wetness. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His juice sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his juice off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.

Someone knocked on my door.

"How's everything coming along in there?" Dad asked.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back.

"It's coming along." Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. "Isn't it, Mila?"

My legs trembled as the pleasure pulsed out of me. "Yes," I said.

I listened-quite distantly-to Dad's footsteps padding away. And when he did, I sank into the bed and took a deep breath. This was definitely not how I was expecting this night to go.

When we finished, we walked back down to the dining room as if nothing had happened.

Dad smiled at me as we entered. "Did you finish?"

My face flushed red, and I nodded my head. "Yeah, Mr. Williams is going to have to help me more often. He is really great at it."

I sat back down, and he took his seat as well.

Dad turned to Mr. Williams. "Would you mind if I saw those pictures Mila sent you of her photography? I know you love buying new artwork and commissioning photography, but I didn't know my daughter was such an artist, and I want to see more."

Mr. Williams smirked across the table at me.

"Dad, you don't want to see them," I said, digging my fingers into my palms.

Mr. Williams took out his phone. "Come on, Mila. Have some confidence in yourself. They are amazing."

I sat in my Entrepreneurship Intermediate class, watching Professor Reynolds prepare the materials for today's class.

It was a Saturday morning, and Reynolds decided to tell us last minute that we'd get extra credit for attending a guest lecturer's presentation this morning. About half the class was there, a good twenty-five people in the decent-sized classroom.

Most didn't need to be here, but I did. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed the extra credit. I had been sliding by with a C-minus all semester-and that was me trying really, really hard. Studying for hours every night.

Listening intently to every single lecture. I just sucked at taking the exams, which was killing me.

"He should be here any minute now," Professor Reynolds said, gazing down at his watch.

I tapped my thumb against my phone screen, staring between it and the door. Everett was supposed to be here, enduring this stupid hour-long lecture with me.

The screen lit up, no messages on it, making me excited for no reason at all. I pressed my thumb to the home button and opened my messages, gaze lingering on his.

It had been one long week since Mr. Williams had dinner at my house, had come into my room, and had fucked me hard while my whole family sat at the kitchen table.

He hadn't asked for another picture. He hadn't asked for me to text him again. Everything was too silent from him, and that made my heart race. Every night, I waited for Dad to say something to me about him, but he hadn't said a single word.

Wetness pooled between my legs as I stared at all the messages we had sent back and forth. The pictures of me topless and on my knees for him.

My whole naked body on full display for him to jerk off to every night. His hand around his thickness stroking it to me, thinking about the way he felt inside of me, pumping in and out and in and out, faster and faster. Tugging on my nipples. Touching my clit.

I closed my eyes, the pressure in my core building higher and higher, and I hadn't even touched myself yet. The door opened, and I tried my hardest to push away the dirty thoughts of Everett's dad when I was about to see Everett.

After opening my eyes, I smiled widely at Everett, who strolled into the room with Mr. Williams. Mr. Williams's gaze shifted around the entire room, then eventually landed on me. His eyes lit up for the briefest moment, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk.

I pressed my lips together. He was our guest speaker? Great. Great. Great. I tore my gaze away from him, pinning a tight smile on my face when Everett slid into the seat next to me.

"Hey, babe."

Babe. The nickname he gave everyone who was even remotely attractive to him.

"Your dad is the guest speaker?" I asked, brows furrowed together.

He rolled his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and crossed his big arms over one another, making his biceps bulge.

"Yep."

From his one-worded response, I could tell that he didn't particularly like that fact. Everett wasn't close to failing this class, but his father must've made him come.

Professor Reynolds and Mr. Williams spoke for a few moments in the front of the room. I grasped my phone hard in my hand until my knuckles turned white.

This was not how I was expecting my day to start out. I just wanted a relaxing Saturday for the first time since this semester started. Not one where I was flustered for a whole hour.

I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs.

Chapter 005

Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we'd be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed.

I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett's dad.

: I have something for you.

My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me.

: Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I'll give it to you when class is over.

I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me.

Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many empty bedrooms at his house? Maybe on his office desk in the middle of the workday while everyone listened.

My cheeks flushed. I typed and retyped my message to him about ten times, unsure about how I should respond to him.

"And no cell phones, Miss Mila." Professor Reynolds stood in front of my desk, arms crossed over his chest, giving me a pointed stare. My cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I parted my lips to say something-anything at all--but he stopped me. "Do you want me to take the extra credit point away from you?"

My eyes widened, and I stuffed my phone into my backpack. "No, sir, sorry." My gaze flickered to Mr. Williams. "It won't happen again. Mr. Williams has my full attention."

After Reynolds introduced Mr. Williams as the CEO of CloseNet Engineering, Mr. Williams placed his phone down on the podium in front of him and started his boring lecture about what an entrepreneur really was and how much work it really took and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

All I did was sit there, staring at him from the back of the classroom, with his son right next to me and ground my legs together, needing to feel some type of friction between my thighs.

My eyes closed briefly, and when I reopened them, he was staring right at me, his eyes flickering to my legs.

I crossed my arms over my chest, brows furrowing together, and tugged lightly on my nipples through my bra without drawing Everett's unwanted attention to me.

My lips parted, a rush of pleasure hitting my core. I moved my hips slowly against the chair, just needing Mr. Williams to be inside of me. I hadn't stopped thinking about him since last week.

All I had imagined was his big cock sliding down my throat, sitting on his desk, getting pounded by the CEO of Dad's company.

I gnawed on the inside of my lip and pulled out my phone. I should've been giving Mr. Williams my full attention … but I wanted to have his full attention, and I knew the perfect way to do that.

So, I hid my phone under the desk, scrolled through my private photo album, and chose a picture I had sent Everett a while ago. It was me in a schoolgirl skirt and a tight white tank top.

My nipples were pressed against the material, and everything-I mean, everything-was on full display to him.

After pressing my knees together, I sent the message. His phone buzzed against the hardwood podium. He paused, gazing down at it, and clenched his jaw. His breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore he stumbled over his words.

"There are"-he grasped the top of his tie, tugging on it just enough-"barriers …"

I sucked in a deep breath. All I wanted him to do was step out from behind the podium and show me how hard my picture had made him.

I gazed down at my phone, about to send him another picture, when Professor Reynolds appeared at my desk. I quickly tapped on the home button, my text messages disappearing, and stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Give me the phone, Mila," he said, trying to stay quiet, but the whole class had heard him.

I pressed my lips together, shutting it off so he couldn't go through it, and placed the phone in his hand.

"I'm disappointed in you. Your extra credit has been forfeited."

My eyes widened, and I cursed myself. There went passing this class.

Mr. Williams gave me a small, hidden smirk from the podium, and I slouched down in my seat. He continued his stupid lecture for the next fifteen minutes while I sat in my seat, arms crossed over my chest, panties soaked.

The pressure had dissipated, yet that linger had remained. That linger of a promise. Mr. Williams had something for me, and I had done as he asked. Well, sorta.

By the way he continued to gaze at me with those dark, dangerous eyes … it was enough for that linger to grow until I had the urge to push my hand back under the table again and touch myself in front of everyone for him.

But I didn't. Instead, I sat in my chair like a good girl and tried my hardest to stop thinking all these dirty thoughts about him.

When class was over, I gathered all of my belongings, stuffing them inside my backpack. Everett bashed Professor Reynolds to me for him taking my phone, but I just told Everett I didn't care that it happened and hoped to God he'd leave before his father did.

All the other students the class, but I waited behind as Mr. Williams and Professor Reynolds talked.

I needed that damn phone before anyone went through it. They would find out everything. Everything. All my deepest secrets will be exposed.

Chapter 006

Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Mr. Williams and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Everett lingered by the door.

Mr. Williams gazed over at him. "I'll meet you back at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about"-he held up my phone-"this. Don't wait up for either of us."

Everett nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Williams in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other.

I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Definitely wasn't.

I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants.

He held up my phone. "Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?" he asked, brow raised.

"Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you hard?"

He placed the phone down on the desk, stepped around me, and placed his large hands on my shoulders, squeezing. "Why don't you tell me?" he asked.

Instead of pressing himself against me like I thought he would, he didn't move. Just waited.

So, I reached behind me, placing my hand directly against the front of his pants, and grasped his hard cock through the material.

He curled a hand around the front of my throat and pulled me harshly against him, his lips against my ear.

"How could I not get hard, seeing you dressed in a short miniskirt, nipples pressing against your tank top, begging for me to just tug on them?" He trailed his fingers down my chest and grasped my breast.

He pushed his hips harder against my ass, letting me feel his huge cock. "Watching you press your legs together for the past hour because you couldn't handle the pressure in your tight little cunt."

I sucked in a deep breath, pushing my knees together even more.

"I bet you were wet for me the moment I walked through that door."

I shifted from foot to foot, the ache becoming almost unbearable.

He tugged on my nipple through my shirt and said, "Am I wrong?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, unable to even mutter the quietest no.

"Good, now … on your knees for me, Mila."

My eyes widened. "But … but anyone could just walk right in."

His lip curled into a smirk. "They could." He pushed me down onto my knees, slid his finger under my chin, and made me gaze up at him. "And they'd see you on your knees with my cock all the way down your throat. Is that a problem?"

I parted my lips, and he pushed his bulge toward me. "Yes, that's a problem," I said.

"Mila, I have enough money to keep them quiet a hundred times over. I have enough resources to destroy their lives-if I didn't want anyone knowing that you belong to me now."

I furrowed my brows. "I belong to you?" I shook my head. "I do not belong to-"

He shoved his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged on his hardness, eyes immediately filling with tears at how much of him had easily slid all the way down my throat. I grasped my neck, feeling it so deep inside of me that I clenched.

"If you're not mine, Mila, why're you on your knees for me? Why do you have my cock down your throat? Why do you keep sending me those dirty little pictures of you?"

I clenched, my pussy throbbing. I opened my mouth wider to respond to him, but all that came out were wet gagging sounds as his cock hit the back of my throat over and over again. I stared up at him through my lashes, spit dripping down my chin and soaking through my shirt.

He shoved himself down my throat, thrusting harder and harder each time. With his hands laced into my hair, he pulled me toward him. I gazed up at him through teary eyes, the silent room filled with my wet gagging sounds.

He slowed down his pace, pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiped his hand over the spit dripping off my chin, and then rubbed it all over my swollen lips and into all of my makeup.

He slapped his cock against my bottom lip a couple times, pushed himself back into me slowly, and smirked down at me.

With his cock pressed against the inside of my cheek, he slapped it lightly. I stared up at him through my lashes.

"God, Mila," he said. "I love ruining you." Another light slap. "I love the power you give me." He chuckled menacingly, slapping the head of his cock through my cheek again. "I don't even have to try. You just dig yourself into a deeper and deeper hole every time I see you."

I sucked on the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. I clenched my throbbing core, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck me already.

He slowly pulled himself out of me, and I sucked hard on him. His cock sprang out of my mouth with a loud pop.

He tugged me to my feet, turned me around, shoved me against Professor Reynolds's desk, and plunged a hand into my pants.

He moved his fingers in circles around my clit, and I grasped on to the desk, trying to stop my knees from buckling.

"What would your father think when word gets out that you're failing your business class?"

I parted my lips, brows furrowed together, trying not to moan … because all I fucking wanted to do was scream his name.

"What would he think when he finds out that Professor Reynolds caught you fucking someone on his desk?" He pushed a finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out of me deliciously.

"What about when I tell him that instead of listening to me talk about business, you decided to send me a whole folder of your naughty little pictures?"

My pussy pulsed, and I grasped on to the table harder, trying to keep my breathing steady.