sakura
His.
I was his.
He didn’t take it back. He didn’t look like he regretted a single word he had just spoken.
After placing my hand atop his that was fastened around my throat, I squeezed it gently and stared up at him. My pussy pounded in pleasure at the sound of my professor so recklessly admitting that I was his.
All my fears from last night had flown out the fucking window when his hand wrapped around the front of my throat and he had called me his. But I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction yet. He had to promise not to hurt anyone for me first.
Just as I was about to respond, someone jiggled the doorknob. Mr. Avery dropped his hand from my throat and stepped back, cutting his glare to the door. A kid from the next period opened the door and walked into the room.
Mr. Avery gritted his teeth. “Please, wait outside, Calix.”
Calix, the tall senior, grumbled and walked out of the room.
When the door closed, Mr. Avery walked back to his desk and sat in the seat, staring up at me and curling his finger in my direction. “Come here.”
I crossed my arms. “I-I’m not yours,” I whispered breathily, heat gathering inside me.
“You’ll do anything I ask of you, which means you’re mine,” he said. Not in a matter-of-fact or condescending tone. But as if he were stating an undeniable fact.
My mouth dried. “No, I won’t.”
“Sit on my desk and spread your legs.”
Warmth pooled between my thighs. I pressed my knees together to ease the lingering ache and knitted my brows, desperate to hold myself together. I didn’t want to give in to him so easily, especially if he planned on hurting Gunther.
I didn’t like the kid, but I didn’t want Mr. Avery to kill him.
After gathering all the courage I had, I shook my head. “No.”
He chuckled darkly and set his lips in a scowl. “On my desk. Now. Or I won’t touch your aching pussy, Sakura. I’ll make you go all day without me being inside you. And by the way you keep pressing those legs together, you can’t wait until tomorrow.”
Glancing between him and the desk, I pursed my lips and whimpered.
This wasn’t fair. After what he had done to me yesterday afternoon and the day before during detention, he knew that I needed it. He knew that I couldn’t stop, that one taste wasn’t enough, that I couldn’t last a day without coming anymore.
“No,” I pushed myself to say.
But I stood in front of him, grinding my legs together and shifting from foot to foot. My clit was aching so badly for him to touch me, the need inside me growing with every single moment he wasn’t inside me.
Instead of bending me over his desk and forcing me to do whatever he wanted, he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging through his thin dress shirt.
My gaze dropped toward his biceps. Fuck.
They were so big. I could only imagine him picking me up with his strong arms and doing whatever he wanted with me. My gaze slipped lower and lower to the bulge in the front of his pants. He didn’t even look completely hard yet and …
And he was already huge.
“Mr. Avery,” I whispered.
Yet he didn’t move, just continued to stare at me with those dark, daring eyes.
“Don’t do this,” I whimpered, grinding my thighs harder together.
No response.
“Please …”
When he still didn’t make a move to grab me, pull me forward, and punish me, I slid onto his desk in front of him and spread my legs for him, placing each of my feet on either side of his armrests. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed him to touch me so badly.
“Touch me, please,” I pleaded.
He unfolded his arms, pulled his seat closer to me, and placed his hands on either of my knees to spread them even farther apart. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, Sakura?” he asked, sliding his hands up my thighs, inch by inch. “Now, where did you meet Gunther last night?”
I sucked in a sharp breath and stared at him through wide eyes, impatiently waiting for him to touch me all over, like he’d promised he would. My legs trembled, my entire body tight, breath held.
“I’m going to get it out of you either way,” he said, drawing the tips of his fingers across my clit through my underwear.
My legs jerked into the air, and I whimpered, letting him do it again and again.
“I’d prefer you told me willingly.”
“Mr. Avery …”
“Callan,” he growled. “You call me Callan from now on when we’re alone. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He moved his fingers faster against my clit. “Where did you meet him?”
After pressing my lips together to hold back a moan, I gripped the edge of his desk and furrowed my brow. I didn’t want anyone outside the classroom to hear me screaming his name, but the pressure was building up too quickly inside me.
“Sakura,” he demanded. “N—”
Unable to handle the pressure anymore, I threw my head back. “Walmart! I drove to Walmart after I left your place last night because I … because I couldn’t go back home. Not being as flustered as I was. That’s all, Callan. Now, please, don’t stop.”
“He didn’t touch you?”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “He didn’t touch me.”
“You’d better not let him lay a single finger on you.”
“I-I …” Pressure rose inside me, sending me so close to the edge. “I promise I won’t.”
“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cried out softly.
“Next class, you’re going to wear a skirt short enough for me to peek up while I teach. No stockings. No panties. Legs spread, just like this.” He continued to rub my pussy in small, torturous circles. “Bring a toy to sit on.”
My eyes widened. “A … toy?”
Massaging my clit with his thumb, he dipped two fingers into my pussy. “To stuff this hole full. I want it plunged deep in your cunt. You’ll clench on it, try to hold it inside you, and hope it doesn’t slip out of your pussy and drop to the floor in front of the entire class. It would be a shame for everyone to see my star student using a toy on herself in the middle of class.”
“Such a shame,” I whispered, legs trembling around him.
When he flicked my clit, I slapped a hand over my mouth and screamed out into it. Pleasure rushed through my body, and I tried desperately to stay quiet, but Mr. Avery—I mean, Callan—made that so hard for me.
Once I finally came down from my high, I pulled my hand from my mouth and focused on breathing evenly. Lifting the same thumb he had used to rub my clit, he pushed it between my lips. I sucked on it gently and stared at him, pleasure rushing through me. He gazed down at my lips and grunted.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, right, Sakura?” he asked, voice soft.
I nodded in a daze. “Only for you.”