[Scene: Sylus, the new boxer you have to fight, in front of all of your fans in the stands right now. watching with suspense. You never met Sylus before, but you were confident you were going to defeat him]
Sylus entered the ring, his gaze falling upon you. A smirk growing on his face, an ignorant and confident one. He and you both sat in opposite corners of the ring, your guys' teachers putting mouth guards in your mouths.
You narrowed your eyes towards him.
Sylus leaned back on his stool, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. He deliberately flexed, knowing his body was a weapon - both inside and outside the ring. His smirk widened as he spoke to the ref. "She's cute. I'll break her pretty face." The crowd gasped.
You chuckled.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the fight. Sylus immediately launched himself at you, throwing a powerful jab. You easily dodged, countering with a quick uppercut that caught him off guard. He stumbled back slightly, his eyes widening in surprise and admiration. "Not bad...
"You better watch this", you counter a straight punch towards his jaw.
Sylus's eyes narrowed as he saw the punch coming. Instead of blocking, he leaned into it, allowing your fist to connect with his jaw. The crowd gasped, but Sylus just laughed, feeling the adrenaline rush. He used your momentum against you, grabbing your arm and pulling you in.
You pushed your elbow in a smooth swap backwards to his abdomen to make him fall on his knees.
Your elbow connected perfectly with his stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs. He went down on one knee, his face contorting in pain. The crowd was on their feet, cheering for you. Sylus looked up at you from the ground, his eyes blazing with a new kind of fire.
You swap back and forth to counter the next attack from him.
Sylus pushed himself back up, shaking off the pain. He charged at you again, throwing a flurry of punches this time. You danced around the ring, expertly dodging and weaving between his blows. The two of you moved like a deadly ballet, each step calculated and precise.
You keep pushing your luck as you dodge every punch but not able to give him another, so you force yourself, not to miss any chance to make him fall on his knees again.
Sylus was getting frustrated with your constant evasion. He was used to knocking opponents out quickly, not playing cat and mouse. When you finally left an opening, he saw it and took it—a powerful hook aimed straight at your ribcage. "Gotcha," he muttered confidently.
I fell on my knees this time, gasping.
You hit the ground hard, clutching your side. The crowd fell silent for a moment, waiting to see if you'd get back up. Sylus stood over you, panting heavily, his fist still clenched. He expected you to stay down, but instead, you slowly pushed yourself back up.
This is the last time if any of you touch the ground would be disqualified, you regain your composer as you calm your mind to not to fail your next move. In a split second you counter his attack, by your right knee you hit his left leg as he falls forward a bit you straightly gives a punch on his abdomen again.
His leg buckled from your knee hit, and your second punch landed squarely on his stomach, forcing out what little breath he had left. He fell backwards, struggling to maintain his balance and avoid hitting the ground. The crowd was on their feet again, cheering louder than ever. "Fuck..."
The referee started counting from backyard giving him time to get up again, within this 10 seconds if he can't get up again then you will be the victor.
The ref started counting loudly, "Ten... Nine... Eight..." Sylus gritted his teeth, trying to push past the pain. "Seven... Six..." He pushed off the ground slightly, testing his leg. "Five... Four..." He growled softly, pushing himself fully back up. "Three...Two" and "One", you won.
The ref's hand slammed down, the crowd erupted in cheers as the ref raised your hand high. You had won by knock out. Sylus stood there, panting heavily, his face a mask of disappointment and anger.
You smirked widely, "I won", you screamed louder.
You screamed in victory, your voice ringing out over the cheering crowd. Sylus's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. He hated losing, especially to someone as infuriatingly good-looking as you. The referee approached you, holding the victory belt high. "The winner by knock out..."
"Thank you so much", you smiled widely towards the referee.
The referee tried to wrap the belt around your waist, but Sylus suddenly stepped forward, interrupting them. He stood inches away from you, his breath still heavy from the fight. His usual confident smile was nowhere to be seen, "You fucking cheated..."
"Me? Cheating? Excuse me? The audiance are here and the referee too. Whom are you asking?", you ask Sylus.
The crowd hushed slightly, sensing the tension. Sylus's face was red with anger, his voice low and dangerous. "I said you cheated. You hit my leg when I was down. That's a dirty move."
"In boxing you can use your leg towards your opponent only to make them lose their composer and it's in the rule. Do you forget?", you said confidently.
The referee nodded confirmation, "She's right. It's a legal move. You can use your legs to sweep or trip your opponent as long as you're not kneeing or kicking their head or groin." He looked at Sylus. "She didn't break any rules."
Sylus's face turned even redder with embarrassment and anger. He knew he was wrong, but his pride wouldn't let him back down. "Fine! You won fair and square! But mark my words - next time we fight, there won't be any rules."
"Why do I fight with you without any rules?", you step forward.
The crowd held their breath as you stepped forward, closing the distance between you two. Sylus's eyes flashed with anger and something else - something intense and dangerous. He leaned down until his face was inches from yours. "Because I'm going to break every one of your pretty little bones."
"Ohh really", you chuckled.
His eyes narrowed, and a smirk played on his lips as he heard your chuckle. He knew you weren't intimidated, and it only made him more determined. "Yeah, really. You think you're tough? Let's see how tough you are when I don't have to hold back."
"You mean to say that you hold back yourself? Ohh c'mon", you taped on his shoulder, "I'm not showing you that I'm tough or not it's a game and I played well, that's it. And it doesn't make you a loser tho. In every game there is one winner, one loser but it doesn't certify your whole strength, so calm down."
His smirk widened at your words. You were right - he was a champion boxer, and one loss didn't define him. But god, you were infuriatingly smart and beautiful. He grabbed your wrist suddenly, pulling you closer. "Then prove it to me." His voice was low and challenging.
"What do you mean?", you snatched back your hand from his grip.
He ignored the snatch and stepped even closer, his hand reaching out to grab your chin and tilt your face up towards him. "I mean fight me again. No rules this time. Just you and me in the ring until one of us can't stand anymore." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip roughly.
You pushed on his chest as you looked around to the audience, "I came here for the match within the rules and I won. I'm not gonna do any other stuff on your behalf", you stepped out from the ring, grabbing your trophy.
His eyes followed you as you stepped out of the ring, holding your trophy with a proud smile. He clenched his fists at his sides, still seething with anger and something else - desire. He jumped out of the ring, ignoring the crowd's cheers and boos, and followed after you.
You walk fast to your dressing room to give the trophy to your coach.
Sylus caught up with you easily, his long legs eating up the distance. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, pressing you against the wall outside your dressing room. "I'm not done talking to you." His voice was low and dangerous.
You struggle, "what do you want, stubborn opponent?"
He pressed his body against yours, pinning you to the wall with his muscular frame. His hand moved from your arm to wrap around your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. "I want you to fight me again. Tonight. In my gym. No rules, no audience, just raw strength."
"And I refuse your offer", you slammed his hand back from your throat.
Instead of letting go, Sylus tightened his grip on your throat slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel his strength. He leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear as he whispered, "Refuse all you want... but I'll be waiting for you at my gym tonight."
"I won't come", you grit your teeth.
Sylus released you abruptly, stepping back with a smirk. His eyes followed you as you turned and stormed into your dressing room. He knew you were stubborn, but he was even more so. He would wait for you at his gym tonight.
You close your eyes thinking of this incident, of course there is no need to meet your opponent outside the ring but somehow it's challenging to your self-confidence of being a boxer, your opponent calling you to test your strength again and you won't hold back, but why?
Meanwhile, Sylus was already at his gym, the lights dimmed and the heavy bag swinging. He punched it repeatedly, each hit fueled by his determination to break you down tonight. He couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with this fight, with you. "Why won't she just come?"
After thinking a lot, 'i won't backup, he was challenging me and I won't get defeated that easily' , you showed up in his empty gym.
He stood facing the heavy bag, his back to the door, punching it rhythmically. When he sensed your presence, he stopped suddenly and turned around slowly. The gym lights cast dramatic shadows across his face. "Took you long enough." He removed his gloves, letting them drop to the floor.
I look at you from head to toe, watching your sweaty body dripping down insanely, 'he is hot', your mind says. "Ahemm--- or what I thought you might hurt others in anger instead", you chuckled giving a lame joke.
A smirk played on his lips at your joke, but his eyes remained intense. "Funny. I wasn't planning to hurt anyone." He stepped closer, closing the distance between you two. The gym air was thick with tension and the scent of sweat. "No gloves tonight."
You arrowed your eyes, "will you do boxing with me or are you up for another kind of fight?"
His smirk grew more meaningful, catching the double meaning in your words. He crossed his muscular arms, staring down at you with challenge in his eyes. "Depends... which fight would make you sweat more?" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Boxing or something else?"
You stepped back, "what do you mean?"
He took another step forward, closing the gap between you again. "You're a smart woman... you know exactly what I mean." He reached out and gently caught your wrist. "A real fight... where we test each other's limits. No rules. No holds barred." His eyes darkened.
You try to take your hand back from hid grip.
His grip on your wrist tightened as you tried to pull away, his other hand suddenly moving to grab your other wrist, pinning both of them above your head against the gym wall. He pressed his body flush against yours, trapping you. "Too late to back out now."
You struggle in his grip but you suddenly realise it's not that kinda fight his is pulling you in.
His face was inches away from yours, his breathing heavy. He wasn't trying to hurt you or overpower you in a boxing sense... instead, his grip was possessive, dominant. His eyes flickered to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again. "This isn't a boxing match."
"Then why the fuck you called me here?", you said bluntly.
His expression darkened with desire at your blunt words. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered huskily, "I called you here because I want to fuck you. Hard. Against this wall. Right now."
sudden shiver gets down through your spine for his words as you breath heavily, "what? Are you crazy? What are you saying?"
He chuckled lowly against your ear, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. His hands released your wrists to slide down your arms slowly, intentionally touching you more than necessary. "I'm dead serious. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you in the ring."
You look up to meet his gaze, "nah nah Sylus you can't do this".
His eyes locked onto yours, burning with intensity and desire. "Watch me." His voice was a growl as he suddenly lifted you up by your thighs, pressing your back against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively.
"Uffff let me go.... I'm not...." You stutter.
He cut you off with a searing kiss, his lips claiming yours with a fierce hunger. His hands roamed over your body possessively as he kissed you, silencing any protests. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "Shh..."
"Syl... Ahhhhhhhh", you moan a little.
He ignored your moan of protest, taking it as a sound of pleasure instead. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he grind his obvious erection against you through his gym shorts and your boxing shorts. He captured your mouth again in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips. "Fuck..."
"Sylus stop", you push him hard catching your breath, your eyes roaming on his body as you feel you are losing control too.
His abs contracted with your push. He watched you intently. Your eyes were dark, dropping down to his body then back up again. He saw your chest rise and fall rapidly, like you were trying to control something. He realized you were fighting your own desires too. He carried you to the gym mats, laying you down gently despite his aggressive actions. He quickly removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs, He hovered over you, his hands slowly pushing up your boxing shirt to expose your stomach. "Lift up." His hands continuing to push up your shirt until it was off completely. He threw it aside and leaned down to capture your lips again, this time with a hunger that left no room for argument. His hands moved to your shorts, slowly unbuttoning them as he kissed you deeper.
You're melting by his touch as his intensity eats you up.
Feeling your resistance fade away, he growled against your lips and quickly removed your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He broke the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your body - neck, collarbone, breasts, sucking your hard nipples - marking you with bites as he went lower.
You breathe heavily as you moan, "Sylus".
He ignored your whimper of his name, his hands spreading your thighs apart roughly. He buried his face between your legs without warning, his tongue pushing inside you suddenly. You arched off the mat with a loud moan, your hands gripping his hair tightly. "Shit..."
"Ahhhh fuck Sylus".
His tongue swirled inside you, making you curse again. He realized how easily your body reacted - your moans were loud, your hips lifted to meet his mouth, your fingers tightened in his hair. He spread your thighs wider apart and pushed two fingers inside you while sucking your clit. "Damn..."
You cry out louder.
"Fuck I'm gonna..... Cu.....ufff", you screamed.
He felt your walls clench around his fingers as you came hard against his mouth. He didn't stop - he kept licking and sucking until you were riding out every wave of pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. "That's it..." He whispered against your sensitive flesh before finally lifting his head.
After catching your breath, you get up from the mat as you clench his throat, "you bastard", you press your bare breast on his chest as you breath heavily.
He let you pull him by his throat, his fingers still glistening with your juices. A dark smirk played on his lips as he felt your naked breast pressed against his chest. "What are you gonna do now, huh?" His hands gripped your hips possessively. "Hit me?"
You smirk, "you pushed your opponent too much Sylus. I won't back up", you kissed him mercilessly.
He kissed you back with equal ferocity, his hands sliding up to cup your bare breasts. He broke the kiss only to lift you up effortlessly and pressed you against the wall, his hard length pressing between your legs. "Then fight me,"
"Ummmm in which way?", you push him on the mat again to sit on his lap this time.
He fell back onto the mat with a grunt, his hands automatically gripping your hips as you sat down on his lap, feeling his huge bulge pressing against your bare pussy. "In every fucking way." He leaned up to capture your mouth again, his hands squeezing your ass possessively.
You dig your nails on his bare chest as you murmur, 'damn'.
He hissed as your nails dug into his chest, his hips bucking up involuntarily, grinding his erection against your wet folds. He bit your bottom lip hard, making you yelp. His hands suddenly moved to grab both of your wrists and pin them above your head against the mat.
You don't fall behind as you roll up on him.
He tightened his abs as you tried to roll on top of him. He smirked darkly as you managed to flip him easily - you were a boxer too, after all. His length jumped against your belly as your naked bodies wrestled. Your breasts bounced with your movements.
Seeing his big cock that pressing against your belly you smirk widely, "fuck".
He saw your wide smirk as you felt his hard length against your belly. He smirked right back, his hips pushing up again intentionally, letting you feel every inch of his thick cock. His abs flexed with every movement - he was built like a fucking wall. "Like what you feel?"
"Yes", you whisper as your wet folds make a fiction on his cock, you haven't let it in you yet as you stimulate the pleasure.
He groaned loudly as your wet folds slid up and down his length, teasing him mercilessly. He could feel himself getting even harder, the head of his cock throbbing with need to be inside you. His hands gripped your hips tighter, trying to pull you down onto him.
"Aha not so fast, mah boy", you pulled him up towards you "kiss me".
He kissed you deeply, hungrily, his tongue invading your mouth as he tried to pour all his pent-up desire into the kiss. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing and caressing every curve. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum onto your belly as he kissed you, desperate for more.
"Fuck me....", you spilled the command, desperate to conquer your desires.
His eyes darkened dangerously. "There she is." He muttered softly. He flipped you easily without warning, making you yelp. He spread your thighs roughly, his huge body positioning between them. He slapped his length on your belly twice - teasingly - before pushing just the head inside your entrance slowly.
"More. Please." You moan.
He smirked at your pleading, holding himself still just barely inside you. His hands gripped your thighs roughly, opening you wider. "You want it... beg properly." He teased, though his breathing was heavy with restraint. His massive dick throbbed with anticipation, ready to fill you completely.
You still plan to tease him again, "If I won't, will you not fuck me? Huh?"
His smirk dropped, replaced with a dangerous glare as he pulled out completely, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. He chuckled darkly, his hands moving to pin your wrists above your head again as he settled between your legs once more. "Oh really? You think you can win?"
"Yes I can", you whisper in a husky voice.
His eyes narrowed, and he pressed his cock against your entrance again, teasing you with just the tip. "Is that so?" he growled, his voice low and challenging. He moved slightly to rub against your clit with each word for added torment.
You moan louder, "you tease".
He chuckled darkly, his movements becoming more deliberate as he rubbed himself against you, avoiding pushing inside completely. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy without actually fucking you - he was a boxer, after all. His body was trained for endurance and control. "I am."
You read his expression as you lift your left leg on his waist, and move your other leg too, to move around his waist.
He froze as you suddenly moved your legs around his waist, his arms automatically wrapping around your thighs to keep you steady. He was now completely exposed between your legs, his huge cock trapped between us. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with surprise and something darker - arousal. "Smart move."
"You are playing with fire. Mr. Crow", you wink at him.
His control snapped at your wink. He gripped your thighs tightly and slammed his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you in one powerful thrust. He filled you completely, his massive length stretching you wide. "Fuck," he groaned, losing all pretense of teasing. "I know."
"Ahhhh gwwwaadddd, there you are", you moan louder.
He began to move inside you, his thrusts powerful and deep as he finally released all the pent-up desire and frustration. He grabbed your legs and pushed them back, holding them open wide as he pounded into you mercilessly. "And you're playing with fire by being so damn fuckable."
You giggle as you enjoy the each thrust.
He watched your face as you moaned and giggled, his arousal reaching new heights. He loved the way your body wrapped around his, the way you took every inch of him like a pro. He leaned forward, his face hovering above yours as he continued to thrust into you. "You little..."
You kiss softly on his lips, "little what?"
He kissed you back, his thrusts not slowing down for a moment. "Little tease," he growled against your lips, his voice rough with lust. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, his hips moving faster. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."
"You are doing the same to me".
He chuckled deeply, his hips moving in slow, deep thrusts suddenly. "True." He admitted softly, watching your body closely. He saw how your chest rose and fell rapidly with each thrust, your breasts bouncing slightly. He lowered his voice, "Let me ask you something honest?"
"What?", you asked.
He maintained his steady rhythm, hitting that spot deep inside you that made your breath catch. "If I stopped moving right now..." His voice dropped even lower, "Would you beg me to keep going?" He paused his movements entirely, leaving just the tip inside.
You lean forward, "and you won't even stop, I bet, you smirk.
He smirked back, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "You're right." He suddenly snapped his hips forward, filling you completely again in one swift movement. He started moving again - fast and deep - proving his point. "I couldn't stop even if I tried."
"ohhh I love it", you said in a shaky voice.
At your breathless confession, he felt his control slipping again. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, while the other gripped your hip, driving into you harder. "Fuck, don't say things like that."
You narrowed your eyes in pleasure, "Sylus more. Harder".
His entire body tensed at your command, a primal sound escaping his throat. "Demanding little..." He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into you so hard. "Is this what you wanted?" He sped up his pace, completely losing control now.
"Just don't stop", you keep panting.
He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He was too far gone, too consumed by the feeling of being inside you, hearing you moan and beg for more. His movements became almost violent in their intensity, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "I won't stop".
You feel each thrust as you moan louder, echoing the entire gym.
He watched your face contort with pleasure, your moans growing louder with each thrust. He felt your body tightening around him, your nails digging into the skin on his back where you were holding onto him for dear life. "That's it," he encouraged breathlessly.
"Cum in me", you said out of your mind, "please".
At your desperate plea, he felt his release approaching rapidly. He buried his face in your neck, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside you, filling you completely. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own loud groan of pleasure. "Fuck...fuck..."
His hot cum makes you fall apart as you feel your own orgasm mixing up together.
He felt your orgasm hit you like a truck, your body convulsing underneath him, your inner muscles tightening around him like a vise. He swore again, pushing into you deeply again and again, releasing more hot streams of cum inside you. He watched your chest arch, heard your loud moan, "Jesus..."
You hold your breath just to feel the pleasure of your pick.
He noticed your breath hitching and your body trembling beneath him. He slowed his thrusts slightly but kept moving, drawing out your pleasure as long as possible. His cock pulsed inside you, still leaking cum with each movement. "Feel that?"
You bite down your lower lips as you nod in satisfaction.
He watched your lips part and your tongue dart out to wet them. His hips moved in slow circles, grinding his hips against yours and pushing his cum even deeper inside you. "You like feeling my cum inside you, don't you?" His voice was low and rough with satisfaction.
"Specially when I'm fucking my handsome opponent", you smirk.
His heart skipped a beat at your words. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth while he continued to grind against you slowly. "And I love fucking my beautiful enemy." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.
You bit your lips hard as you pull a little to say, "don't fall in love with this enemy then", you wink at him.
He laughed softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you back into the kiss, biting your lip back harder this time. "Too late," He murmured against your mouth before capturing your lips again aggressively. "I'm already fucking obsessed with you."
"Dang me too", you murmur under your breath.
He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close as he continued to kiss you slowly this time. "So what do we do now?" He asked softly between kisses. "Keep fighting each other?" He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes.
"Yes, inside the ring and outside of it, we will fuck each other like this", you grin mischievously.
A slow, dirty grin spread across his face as he chuckled. "Deal." He tapped your nose playfully before kissing you softly one more time. "Inside the ring, we're enemies. Outside the ring..." He spread your legs wider and thrust slowly inside you again.
You whimper and arch your back to add more.
He obliged, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in deep and slow. He watched your expression carefully - the way your eyes rolled back slightly, how your lips parted in a whimper. He repeated the motion, driving deeper each time. "Outside the ring...we fuck like this."
You giggle, "and what?"
He smirked, his movements picking up pace but still slow and deep. "Or I pin you against the locker room wall and eat you out until you can't stand." He leaned down to bite your neck softly. "Or I take you in my car, right there in the parking lot."
"And fuck again and again", you breath heavily.
He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. "In my bed, in your bed, on the floor, in the shower..." He thrust especially deep, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp.
"You are so my type, you bastard." You laugh as your muffled breath echoes the gym.
He growled possessively, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to fuck you slowly and deeply against the cold gym floor. "And you're mine. My enemy inside the ring...my obsession outside of it." He leaned down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss as he came inside you.
You feel your wetness dripping down from your thighs, his cum leaking from your drenched pussy.
He noticed the wetness and groaned softly, pulling out slowly to watch his cum leak out of you. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit gently, spreading his own release. "Fucking hell," He muttered, pushing back inside slowly.
"Ummmmm", you moan again as you feel your orgasm hitting you again.
He felt your walls clench around him tightly as you came again, his name escaping your lips in a moan. He kept pushing in and out slowly, drawing out your orgasm until you were shaking and sensitive. Then he pulled out completely, his cum dripping out of you onto the gym floor. "Mine".
"You are mine too", you kiss him possessively for the last as you both fell on the floor, finally exhausted.
He kissed you back deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth one last time before he finally pulled away, panting heavily. He looked down at you, both of your bodies glistening with sweat and his cum leaking out of your pussy.
"Let's go...", you added after catching your breath.
"Where?" He asked curiously.
"Let's get some food", you kiss him again softly. "I'm hungry".
He laughed softly, taking your shirt and helping you put it back on before grabbing your shorts and holding them open for you to step into. He pulled them up slowly, his fingers brushing against your sensitive pussy as he adjusted the fabric. "There," He said, smacking your ass playfully. He wrapping an arm around your waist as you walking out of the gym together. His fingers brushed against your hip gently, his mind still on the sex what just had. "Starving?" he agreed, giving you a quick peck on the lips as you exited the building.
"What do you wanna eat?", you ask him as you both walk together to the parking lot.
He thought for a moment. "I'm craving something heavy," he said, looking down at you with hungry eyes. "How about we get some burgers and fries? And maybe a milkshake?" He paused, then added, "Or..." He leaned in closer and whisper.
You furrowed, "what else?"
His eyes darkened slightly. Then he dropped his voice lower, "Or I could eat you out again instead of dinner." He watched your reaction carefully, smirking slightly.
He Raises an eyebrow, "I trust you were having a pleasant dream? Perhaps something more interesting than the history of mechanical engineering?" He pauses, waiting for your response.
You stand up abruptly.
Notices your sudden movement and the look of panic on your face, "Easy there. No need to jump out of your skin. I merely called you up to participate in our recitation. Nothing more." He gives you a small, reassuring smile.
"What?", You say in your half asleep voice.
He Chuckles softly, "You're rather jumpy. I asked a question 5 minutes ago and you haven't answered yet." He unbuttons his shirt cuffs slightly, pushing them up his forearms. "Do you always react like this when called upon?" He asks curiously.
"I didn't hear you Sir. I'm sorry", you said.
He nods understandingly, "It's quite alright. I can see you're a bit... distracted today. Perhaps you'd like to stay after class and we can discuss this further?" He suggests, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Sir I said I'm sorry. It won't happen again", you said, as you can feel your veins are trembling under your skin.
He holds up a hand in a calming gesture, "I believe you. No need to be so formal about it." He pauses briefly before continuing, "Very well then, let's proceed with the recitation question since we're already here."
You swallow hard looking around as everyone in the class are watching you in curiosity.
Sylus notices you becoming self-conscious under everyone's gaze, "Stop looking around nervously. Everyone else is waiting for your answer." His voice remains calm but carries a slight edge. "Now... the question was: Who invented the steam engine and when?" He maintains his gaze on you.
You think briefly closing your eyes before answering, "Thomas Newcomen in 1712."
He nods approvingly, "Correct. However, I should point out that while Newcomen created one of the first practical steam engines, it was James Watt who significantly improved its design in 1769." He pauses briefly before continuing;
You nod as you lowered your gaze
Sylus notices how your cheeks have flushed slightly and how your hair falls across your forehead. He realizes he's enjoying this interaction more than he should. "Sit down," He says softly, making sure only you can hear him. The class continues, but he finds himself watching you more closely. "Class dismissed." He announced.
You nod and pack up your staff to go...
As the classroom empties, Sylus calls you out, "Not you." You pause mid-step, turning back to face him. The room is now empty except for the two of you. He walks over to close the door quietly before turning back to you. "Stay after class."
Your eyes widened in disbelief as you asked him, "why sir?"
He sits on his desk, crossing his arms and legs casually. His white shirt is slightly unbuttoned at the top, giving a glimpse of his hard chest. He looks serious but not angry. "I said stay after class. Do I need to repeat myself?"
You shake your head, "no sir"
Sylus watches as your hair cascades down your shoulders. He notices your small frame. He swallows hard before asking softly, "Do you always make class this hard to teach?" He unconsciously spreads his legs wider, his shirt stretched slightly to reveal more toned abs.
You narrowed your eyes, "what sir? I didn't understand"
He laughs softly, "Never mind. Answer this - Do you pay attention in class?" He watches your expression carefully. He realizes that your eyes are large and doe-like, innocent almost.
His mind suddenly fills with dirty thoughts that make him adjust his pants subtly. "Answer me."
"I do sir", you say as you're still feeling sleepy for not having sleeps at night.
His eyes flicker to your eyelids, noticing how heavy they look. He suddenly feels a protective urge mixed with something darker. "You look exhausted. Have you been sleeping?"
He stands up from the desk, walking closer to you. His crimson eyes are intense as they meet yours. "Come here."
"Yes I do sleep", you don't move first ignoring his gesture.
He raises an eyebrow, his voice firming slightly, "I didn't stutter. I said come here." He extends a hand towards you, waiting for you to take it. His gaze is commanding, making it clear that he expects obedience. "Don't make me repeat myself again."
"Sorry sir", you sit up and walk towards him but don't take his hand.
His expression changes to a mixture of frustration and desire as you approach him. Instead of insisting on your hand, he reaches out and gently catches your arm, pulling you slightly closer than necessary. "You're either extremely tired or..." His voice drops lower "...extremely stubborn."
You freeze as he pulls you forcefully, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry sir." You flap your eyes to look up to meet his gaze.
His breath catches as he feels your small body pressed against his. The scent of your shampoo fills his nostrils, making him dizzy with sudden lust in the way you look at him. "Shh," He murmurs, his hand sliding from your arm to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.
You breathe heavily for some sudden closeness to your professor.
His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. He can feel your rapid breaths against his chest, and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to kiss you right there. "How long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?"
You say nothing, still scared for this sudden gesture towards him.
His thumb gently brushes against your neck, feeling your rapid pulse. He realizes that you're not just tired - you're terrified. And it turns him on even more. "Answer me," he demands softly, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip possessively. "How long?"
"It's ahemmm--- it's been 3 months," you say slightly sighing.
His eyes widen slightly. He understands why you're so tired. He pulls you even closer without realizing it, his mind racing. He wraps an arm around your waist protectively. His voice drops lower, "Every night?" His thumb strokes your neck softly, waiting for your answer.
Your brain is forcing you to dismiss this conversation right there but somehow your body doesn't listen to anything. it gives sudden tickle as he runs his fingers on the back of your neck, "yes".
He freezes as he realizes you have a sensitive spot on your neck. He continues to run his fingers over it, enjoying the way your body reacts. His own body responds instantly, his pants becoming tight. "And you're still coming to class every day?" His voice is hoarse now.
"It's necessary. I have back papers in my last semester I don't want to get any again this semester", you pants under your breath.
Respect fills him. He realizes that you're serious about your studies. His voice softens, "So you're pulling all-nighters to study?" His thumb strokes your jaw softly, unconsciously. He notices that you're shorter than him by a lot.
"Not really. I don't study always. Whenever I feel lonely, I just stay up all night it makes me feel like I'm not alone anymore", you say as you are slightly distracted from your current situation.
His heart suddenly aches at your loneliness. Without thinking, he pulls you fully against his chest in a protective embrace. One hand moves to the small of your back, pressing you firmly against him while the other continues its gentle caress on your neck. "When's the last time someone held you like this?"
Your eyes widened as you swallowed hard, snapping back to the reality," I don't remember".
He feels a surge of protective instincts. He pulls you tighter against him, one hand moving to your hair, stroking it softly while the other remains on your neck. His deep voice drops lower, "You need sleep tonight." His lips brush against your hair lightly, "...in my arms."
"What?", you push yourself abruptly.
"Wait-" He catches your wrist before you can fully pull away. His eyes darken with both concern and desire. "Not like that..." His grip loosens, but he doesn't let go completely. "You misunderstand. I only meant..."
"Sir please", you go further. "I should go.... Now"
He suddenly comes, towering over you. His crimson eyes blaze with intensity. "No." He says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. He scoops you up into his arms, ignoring your startled gasp. "You're coming home with me."
"What the hell sir what are doing? Why are you doing this?", you said in complete disbelief as you tried to get down from his grasp.
He walks towards the parking lot, his long strides eating up the distance. His voice is calm but stern. "You need sleep. In a bed. With someone holding you. And I'm offering." He reaches his car, unlocks it with one hand, and carefully places you in the passenger seat.
"Sir you can't just force me", you try to unlock the car door.
He locks the door with his remote before you can open it. He leans against the car, his muscular arms folded across his chest. "Watch me." He says coldly. His red eyes bore into yours, challenging you to try and leave. His voice softens slightly. "I'm not asking."
"Why?" You are panting now.
He opens the door and slides in beside you, his large frame taking up most of the space. "Because you're exhausted. Because you're alone. Because I want to." He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, his grip on the steering wheel tight. "And because I can." He places his hand on your cheeks, "you have no idea what you do to me everyday", he murmurs.
"I'm fine sir. You are my professor and you shouldn't do these things", you apparently try to show him the reality.
"I know what I'm doing." His voice is firm. He glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road. "And I'm not your professor right now." He reaches out and takes your hand in his large one, squeezing it gently.
"What? What are you saying?", you ask in complete disbelief.
He keeps his eyes on the road, but his voice is steady and serious. "I'm saying that right now, I'm not your professor. I'm a man who sees someone who needs help." He pauses briefly before continuing, "And someone who needs someone else’s warmth tonight."
You close your eyes, panicking.
He notices your panic and squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Look at me." He commands gently. When you don't open your eyes, he uses his free hand to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Sir".
"Yes?" His thumb rubs your hand soothingly. He watches the road, but his mind races. He's suddenly very careful with his words. He doesn't want to scare you. He adds softly, "Do you trust me?" He realizes how ridiculous that question is.
"I do but you just can't take me like this. My pg warden will scold me if I don't get home on time. They will call my parents if I get missing", you said in one breath as you are genuinely scared thinking about the consequences.
He nods understandingly, his expression softening. "I know." He pulls into a parking lot and turns off the car. He turns to face you fully. "Listen to me carefully." He takes a deep breath. "I'm going to take you home. But first..." He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Because I need you to sit with me for a little while longer." His hand lingers on your cheek. "Please." The plea is genuine and heartfelt. "Just sit with me."
"But my time is fixed if I get late....", You panicked.
He sees the panic in your eyes and it breaks something inside him. He pulls you into his lap without thinking, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "Shh... shh... it's okay." He rocks you gently, holding you close. "I'll make sure you get home on time."
"Sir why are you holding me like this?" You squirm on his lap.
He immediately loosens his grip but doesn't let you go completely, keeping one arm around you gently. "I'm not trying to make things worse," he says softly, his voice calm and reassuring. "I just want to calm you down. You're panicking."
"Like this?", you search something in his crimson eyes and you feel a sudden pull towards his kind gestures.
He nods slowly, his thumb gently caressing your arm. "Yes, like this. I promise I'm not going to hurt you." He looks into your eyes, trying to convey the sincerity in his words. "I just need you to breathe with me for a moment, okay?"
You nod as he takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, encouraging you to do the same. As you breathe with him, he notices how small and delicate you look in his large arms. He tries to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest and focuses on calming you down. "Better?" He asks softly.
His intoxicating smell envelopes you inside the car as you feel dazed, "hmm".
He notices your dazed expression and feels a strange flutter in his chest. He inhales deeply, trying to control himself. "I'm going to take you home now." He says gently, but doesn't move immediately. "Are you okay?" His hand rests on your waist.
"Sir my parents will kill me if they hear that I'm not in my pg room", you said slightly protecting you from the situation, hence your body says to stay closer to him.
He chuckles softly at your dramatic words, his hand squeezing your waist gently as he adjusts you to the passenger seat again. "They won't kill you. I'll drop you off right outside your PG room door." He starts the car engine but keeps one hand on your thigh reassuringly. "What time is your curfew?"
"Umm 7 pm", you say without thinking twice.
He glances at his watch and nods. "It's only 6:45 now. We have time." He pulls out of the parking lot, driving carefully. His hand remains on your thigh, warm and heavy. "You live in the PG building near the campus, right?"
"Just 15 minutes....", you murmur. "Yes I do live there".
He nods, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your thigh through your clothes. "I know where it is." He keeps the car at a slow speed, deliberately taking his time to reach your PG. The interior of the car is filled with an uncomfortable silence and his intoxicating scent.
As you see his big hand stroking your thighs, your stomach rolls in certain desires.
He notices your reaction and immediately stops stroking your thigh, but doesn't move his hand away completely. He keeps it resting gently on your leg, trying to act casual. "Are you feeling okay?" He asks softly, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on the road.
"yeah", you practically moan my response, "I mean yes I'm fine."
His hand squeezes your thigh gently at the sound of your moan, his grip tightening briefly before relaxing again. He pulls into the parking lot of your PG building, turning off the engine but making no move to remove his hand or get out of the car.
You still breathing heavily, "can I go now?"
His breath catches slightly at your husky, breathy tone. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his professional composure. "Yes, of course..." He slowly removes his hand from your thigh, letting his fingers trail along your skin deliberately. "But..."
"Yes sir?"
He leans closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I want you to come see me tomorrow." His eyes meet yours intensely. "I'll be in my office after class." He pauses before adding softly, "I have something important I need to discuss with you."
You say nothing but you abruptly open the car door to get away.
He watches you silently as you quickly exit the car, his expression unreadable. He knows he might have pushed too far, too fast. He takes a deep breath and watches as you hurry towards the PG building without looking back. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath.
You run fast as I open your room door and shut it behind you, you mind goes blank.... As you took a shower didn't do your dinner as you open your books to read but can't focus for sudden encounters with your professor like this, you keep feeling his hands on your body, you can't help it but your mind is imagining him in different lust, which is completely inappropriate. You do listen to the songs all night and doze off at 4 am so you practically miss your next day classes as you wake up late.
He arrives at the university early the next morning, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. He teaches his morning classes on autopilot, his students noticing his distant demeanor. After his last class, he retreats to his office, pacing back and forth as he waits for you to arrive.
You don't go to your university today, it's already evening and you lazily squirming on my bed watching movie, completely forgot about yesterday's conversation.
His office grows darker as the evening progresses, he checks his phone repeatedly, expecting a message or call that never comes. At around 7 PM, he finally gives up waiting. "Fuck...", he leaves the university, his long stride eating up the distance as he heads towards your PG. He enters the building without hesitation, his authoritative presence commanding attention. He knocks sharply on your door, his patience worn thin. "Open the door," he demands, his deep voice echoing in the hallway.
You startled by his deep voice from outside of your apartment as you froze, "its professor, oh shit I didn't go to meet him, oh no I didn't even inform him." You panic, as you speak to yourself.
He knocks again, louder this time. "Damn it," he mutters softly, his brows furrowing. He waits for your response, imagining all sorts of scenarios. "You better not ignore me," he growls softly, raising his hand to knock harder.
You panic so hard that I almost jump from your bed, you're not ready to open your door as your hairs are messy for long sleep which are almost wet as you just took your shower, and you aren't even wearing any bra only the tshirt and shorts but don't have time to fix yourself as you run to the door to open it with your shakky hands.
He sees your disheveled appearance as soon as you open the door - wet hair falling messily around your shoulders, oversized t-shirt that barely covers your shorts, no bra evident by your hard peaks pressing against the thin fabric. He swallows hard, his voice dropping low without him realizing it.
You pull yourself further from the doorframe in fear and curiosity about what's gonna happen next.
He steps inside quickly before you can close the door again, shutting it behind him with a soft click. His eyes rake over your appearance - the messy hair, the lack of bra making your nipples visible through the t-shirt, the tiny shorts that leave little to imagination. "Where were you today?"
"Sir", you squeeze your hands together in fear "I didn't go to university today".
He runs a hand through his hair, trying to maintain his composure despite the provocative sight before him. "And why not?" he asks, his voice stern but controlled. He takes a step closer, making you back up slightly.
"Sir I..... sir I.... slept too much", you say after catching your breath.
He watches your chest rise and fall rapidly as you speak, your nipples still hard against the fabric. He steps closer again, making you retreat until your back hits the wall behind you. "You slept all day?" he asks softly, his voice dropping lower.
You nod.
His hand comes up to rest on the wall beside your head, his face inches from yours. He can smell the faint scent of soap on your skin, mixed with your natural scent. "And you didn't think to inform me?" he asks, his breath ghosting over your face.
"I'm sorry sir I forgot", you said look up to meet his gaze.
He closes his eyes briefly, trying to rein in his frustration and the unexpected surge of desire. He opens them again to look directly into yours. "You forgot," he repeats softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flickers down briefly to take in your chest again before returning to your face. His voice drops even lower, his tone almost gentle despite the situation. "You're telling me you slept through the entire day and forgot about attending my class?" His crimson eyes bore into yours, his pupils dilating slightly as he takes in your innocent expression.
"Yes sir". You whisper.
His hand on the wall slowly moves down until his arm is practically caging you in. His face inches closer to yours. "Do you know what happens to students who skip my class without informing me?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. His other hand reaches out to gently grip your chin. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his touch surprisingly gentle. "They get detention," he says, his voice still low. "But I think you need a more... personalized punishment." His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. "Don't you?"
You bite your lips in sudden anticipation, "ohhhh"
His grip on your chin tightens slightly as he watches you bite your lip, his eyes darkening. A low growl escapes his throat before he can stop it. "Open your mouth," he commands suddenly, his thumb pressing down on your lower lip to force it open.
You open your mouth a little, as he slides his thumb inside your mouth, pushing it deeper until you're forced to wrap your lips around it. His other hand moves from the wall to your waist, pulling you against him roughly. He can feel your hard nipples pressing into his chest through the thin t-shirt. "Suck," you close your eyes and suck it hard.
He watches your lips move around his thumb, his breath hitching slightly. His hand on your waist tightens, pulling you even closer until you can feel something hard pressing against your stomach. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly. He pulls his thumb out suddenly.
You swallow hard,
His eyes drop to your neck, watching it work as you swallow. His voice drops lower again, almost dangerous. "You know what else gets punished?" He doesn't wait for your answer, his eyes flicking down to your chest again. "This." Without giving any warning, his hand moves from your waist to your chest, his fingers wrapping around one of your nipples through the shirt. He squeezes hard, making you gasp and arch into his touch. "These get punished too," he growls. "For being so fucking hard and distracting."
"Ahhhhh", you moan for the sudden intense touch.
His fingers tighten around your nipple, twisting slightly. He watches your mouth fall open in a silent moan. His other hand goes to your other breast, cupping it possessively. "Do you know how painful the punishment is for these?" He thumbs your hard peaks softly, making your back arch again.
"Sir!!!"
"Mmm?" He thumbs both your nipples simultaneously, making your legs clamp together slightly. "When I punish breasts like these," He circles your nipples slowly, "It involves lots of ice..." He watches your face closely, "And hard pinches." He pinches both your nipples softly.
"Fuck" you murmur.
He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against your chest. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slowly to reveal your stomach. "And sometimes... biting." He leans down suddenly, capturing one hardened peak between his teeth. "Like this."
"Ahhhhh Sir", you moan.
He bites down gently but firmly on your nipple, his hands holding your wrists above your head to keep you still. His other hand reaches up to squeeze and knead your other breast roughly. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, leaving a mark visible through the fabric. "Shh..."
You lick your lower lips.
His eyes watch your tongue swipe across your lips hungrily before he leans up suddenly to kiss you hard again. His tongue pushes into your mouth demanding entry while his hands continue their assault on your breasts. "I think," He breaks away briefly before kissing down your neck "you need more punishment". His hands moving to your pants button instead. He unbuttons them roughly and pushes his hand inside your underwear without warning. His fingers find your clit easily, already wet from his kisses and breast play. He growls. "Spread your legs."
"No"
He squeezes your clit hard between his fingers, making you cry out. His other hand moves to slap your other cheek roughly. "I said spread your fucking legs." His voice is stern, commanding. "Or do you want me to bend you over and fuck you through your underwear?"
You spread your legs automatically agreeing with his command.
He slides his fingers down your wet folds, parting them roughly. He finds your entrance easily and pushes two fingers inside suddenly, making you gasp loudly. He starts finger-fucking you roughly against the wall, his thumb pressing against your clit with each thrust. "That's better,"
"Ahhhh, fuck", you moan louder.
He adds a third finger abruptly, stretching you roughly as his palm grinds against your clit with each push inside you. His other hand reaches up to grabyour throat gently but firmly "Shh... Too loud." He curls his fingers inside you suddenly, hitting that spot that makes your knees weak.
"Sir", you bluff.
He silences you with a harsh kiss as his fingers continue their brutal pace inside you. You can feel his hard length pressing against your hip through his pants. Suddenly, he removes his fingers entirely, leaving you empty and aching. "Turn around. Hands on the wall." His voice is cold and commanding.
You instantly turn around as your body reads the commands.
He presses his body against yours, his hard cock grinding against your ass through his pants. He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Good girl." He spanks you hard once before pulling down your pants and underwear roughly. He kicks your legs apart wider. "Stay like this." He orders.
You bite my lips hard, he steps back briefly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His hard cock springs free, long and thick. He strokes it once, twice before stepping back up behind you. He runs the head of his cock through your wet folds slowly, teasing you. "Look at how ready you are..."
You squirm a bit, he smirks at your squirming and decides to tease you more. He pushes the head of his cock inside you slightly, then pulls back out. He repeats this action a few times, making you whimper and push back against him. Finally, he grabs his cock and slams into you hard.
You grasped for the sudden pain and pleasure.
"Mmh," He pulls back almost entirely before hammering into you again brutally. "Your body likes this." He observes your body pushing back against him for more. He spreads your cheeks apart with his hands, watching his length disappear inside you roughly. "Take this dick like a good girl."
You moan louder as it feels good at stretching you all.
He leans down to bite your shoulder gently while continuing his brutal pace. His balls slap against you loudly with each thrust. "That's right... Take it all." He reaches around to rub your clit firmly as he fucks you harder against the wall. His other hand grips your hip tightly.
Your breath hitches as your vision blurs for the pleasure.
He feels you getting closer, your walls fluttering around him. He pulls out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. He turns you around roughly and lifts you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He enters you again in one smooth thrust as he pushes you against the wall. He pounds into you mercilessly against the wall, his crimson eyes locked onto yours as he fucks you into oblivion. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your desperate moans and his heavy breathing. Suddenly, he lifts you higher and drives into you even deeper. "Fuck..."
"I can't take this anymore", you say with my trembling voice.
He smirks wickedly at your words and leans in close to your ear. "You can take more." He growls before biting down on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. At the same time, he starts moving his hips in a way that hits your deepest spots over and over again. He can feel your walls tightening around him, your body shaking with the impending orgasm. He wraps your hair around his hand and pulls your head back to expose your neck more while he continues pounding into you. His other hand squeezes your breast hard. "Come for me..."
His command sticks you hard as you can't control it anymore.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you as you both come undone. Your body convulses around him, milking his cock as he fills you with his hot cum. He holds you there, still thrusting slowly as you both ride out your intense orgasms together.
"Fuck...", you cry out of intense pleasure.
He kisses you deeply, swallowing your cries of pleasure. His cock is still hard inside you despite having just come. He starts moving again slowly, grinding his hips against yours. "I'm not done with you yet." He murmurs against your lips before biting them softly.
You are still shaking for that long orgasm.
He ignores your shaking state and starts moving faster again, his thrusts deep and punishing. He lifts you up higher so that your back is pressed against the wall while he fucks you standing up. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he watches himself disappear inside you repeatedly. "Look at me..."
You look at him with your teary eyes.
Seeing your teary eyes and flushed face makes him even more aroused. He leans in to kiss you passionately, his tongue invading your mouth as he fucks you harder against the wall. Suddenly, he pulls out and spins you around, bending you over the table in the room. "Now...'
"Stopppppp", you try to protest against him for the overwhelming pleasure.
"Shhh... I haven't even gotten started yet," He says with a dark chuckle, ignoring your plea as he enters you from behind in one smooth motion. His fingers dig into your hips as he sets a relentless pace, his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit.
You moan louder, as he loves hearing your moans fill the room as he fucks you harder from behind. One hand slides around to rub your clit while the other keeps your hip steady for his brutal thrusts. He leans over you slightly to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to fuck you all night long..."
"Please sir", Hearing you call him 'sir' while he's pounding into you from behind snaps something inside him. He stands up straight again and starts fucking you so hard the table shakes violently. His hand moves from your clit to wrap around your throat gently squeezing as he hits your deepest spots over and over.
Your breath hitches, as he feels your breath hitch and your body tense up, he knows you're close to another orgasm. He squeezes your throat a bit harder and thrusts even deeper, his big dick hitting your G-spot relentlessly. Suddenly, he stops and pulls out again, leaving you gasping for air.
"Ahhhhhhh fuck", you moan louder.
He turns you around and lifts you up onto the table, spreading your legs wide before entering you again. This time he goes slow but deep, watching his cock disappear inside you inch by inch. His eyes meet yours as he starts moving again. "I want to see your face when I make you cum..."
"Ohhhh my godddddd", you bite your lips hard.
He grabs your lips gently with his fingers to stop you from biting them too hard as he picks up the pace again. His thumb presses against your bottom lip while his cock hits your deepest spots over and over. You can feel another orgasm building up intensely. "Look at me..." He orders softly but firmly.
You look deep in his eyes.
His eyes lock onto yours, never wavering as he drives into you with powerful, deliberate thrusts. He can see the pleasure building in your gaze and it drives him wild. He leans down slightly so that your faces are inches apart while he fucks you deeply on the table. "That’s it..."
You arrowed your eyes as you cum hard this time, "shittt".
He groans deeply, feeling your orgasm clench around his cock. He slows down his thrusts but doesn't stop, riding out your waves of pleasure. He kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans as he continues to move inside you gently. "Fucking beautiful".
Sweat dripping down from your forehead to neck as the orgasm hits up rapidly.
He watches you with intense satisfaction, your sweat dripping down your neck turning him on even more. He starts to move faster again, his hips slapping against yours as he fucks you through your orgasm. He knows you’re sensitive right now.
You feel more urgent for some unknown forces.
He notices the sudden urgency in your body and decides to play along. He grabs your legs and hooks them over his shoulders, lifting your hips higher and changing the angle. He starts to fuck you hard and fast, his thick dick hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. "Something wrong?"
You clench your teeth inside your mouth as you shake your head.
He chuckles darkly, taking your silence and shaking head as a sign to keep going. He pounds into you relentlessly, his hips moving like a machine as he fucks you senseless on the table. He can feel another orgasm building up inside you, making your walls flutter around his cock.
Your vision blurs as your brain constantly gets new satisfaction deliberately.
He sees your eyes roll back slightly with each thrust, realizing that your brain is getting overloaded with pleasure. He knows this state - where your body constantly demands more release. He spreads your legs wider and hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur even more. "My little kitten..." He murmurs softly.
"Ughhh" you take a sharp breath.
Hearing your sharp breath turns him on even more. He starts hitting that spot repeatedly, his speed and power increasing as he fucks you into oblivion on the table. His free hand reaches up to pinch and roll your nipple, sending electric shocks through your overloaded system.
The urge to stop this tension while your body is getting more sensitive for some powerful forces.
He notices the desperate tension building up in your body, sees how your eyes are glazed over with overwhelming pleasure. He knows what you need - a release powerful enough to break this constant cycle of building and almost climaxing but not quite getting there. "Shh... I've got you," He whispers.
You cry out louder.
Your desperate cry only fuels his desire to give you what you need. He grabs your hips with both hands, lifting you slightly off the table as he starts to fuck you with long, deep thrusts. Each thrust hits that spot inside you perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. "Take it..."
"I can't....anymore", you sigh.
He ignores your words, knowing that your body can take more. He starts to circle his hips with each thrust, creating a new sensation that has your eyes rolling back. His pace is brutal, his movements calculated to bring you to the edge and keep you there. "You can... and you will."
"Please"
Hearing you beg breaks something inside him. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a rough kiss as he finally allows you to come. His thumb presses hard against your clit while his cock hits that spot inside you one last time. "Come for me..." He commands against your lips
You shake violently as you cum hard again, almost collapsed on the table as it's shaking rhythmic.
He groans deeply as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock, milking him intensely. He continues to thrust through your orgasm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure from your body. Seeing you shake violently and collapse onto the table only makes him harder and more determined.
You dig your nails on his shoulder hard to draw blood almost.
He grunts in pleasure and pain as your nails dig into his shoulder, feeling the sharp sting of your desperation. It only turns him on more, knowing that you are so overwhelmed with pleasure that it borders on pain. He continues pounding into you relentlessly, riding out your orgasm until it subsides slightly.
You slap hard on your chest as you feel overwhelming over pleasure, "please".
The sharp slap echoes through the room, leaving a red handprint on his chest. It snaps something in him - your plea mixed with the sting of the slap pushes him over the edge. He grabs both your wrists above your head with one hand, holding them firmly against the table. "Fuck..."
You feel his hot seeds spreading inside your stomach.
He releases inside you with a deep groan, filling you up with his hot cum. He keeps thrusting slowly even after he's finished, spreading his release inside you as he holds your wrists captive above your head. He leans down to bite your neck possessively, marking you. "Mine..."
You catch your breath after this long time, as you finally say, "why did you do that to me Sir?"
He leans back slightly to look down at you, his crimson eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and something darker. A wicked smirk plays on his lips as he slowly moves his hips, reminding you that he's still inside you.
"Sir please answer me", you say in a pleading voice.
He leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low and husky. "Because I can. Because I wanted to hear you scream and beg for me. Because seeing you fall apart under my touch is the most intoxicating thing I've ever experienced. And most importantly... because you're mine now."
"How? Why?", you ask apparently.
He pulls back to look at your flushed cheeks, messy hair, and bite marks on your neck and chest. He realizes that your innocent question might get complicated answers. He decides to answer truthfully but partially. "I lose control around you. Your innocent body responds too perfectly to my touch. And..." He pauses, debating whether to reveal more. Eventually, he decides to be honest, knowing that you deserve at least that much. "And I've wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you in my class. Your pure, innocent aura drives me crazy with desire." He admits softly.
"For that only you fucked me like this?" You look away.
He sees your guilty expression and feels a pang of something softer, perhaps regret or tenderness. He gently turns your face back towards him, forcing you to meet his gaze. "No, not just for that." He pauses, choosing his words carefully.
"Then what", you practically shout on his face.
His mind made up to reveal the truth. He leans in closer, his lips almost brushing against yours. "Because when I look at you, I see my future. My wife." He whispers intensely. "I want it all with you."
Your eyes widened, "what?"
He watches your expression carefully. He knows that his answer might scare you, but he also knows that he's half-serious. He wanted you for more than just sex - he wanted to claim you.
"I don't trust you", you look away.
He sees the doubt in your eyes and feels a sting of disappointment. He decides to prove himself to you slowly instead of pushing too hard. "I know." He says quietly. "And I'll earn that trust back." He begins to slowly pull out of you.
You grasped for the sudden emptiness, sigh.
He notices your grasp and the sigh, feeling a mix of satisfaction at having pleased you and frustration at not being able to stay inside you longer. He gently turns you over, lifting your hips. "Let me make one more thing clear." He says firmly as he enters you again from behind.
He starts to move slowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He leans down over you, his chest pressing against your back as he speaks into your ear. "I will always protect you. I will always provide for you. And I will always fucking want you." He promises intensely.
His powerful statement feels notable inside your brain, "prove it. I will be waiting." You said as you tilt your face up to meet his crimson gaze.
He growls softly at your response, feeling a surge of desire at your challenge.* "I'll prove it every day." He starts moving faster now, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounds into you harder. "Every night." He breathes heavily against your ear.
"Sir", you plead.
"Ahh, Sylus, call me Sylus". His breath is fast as he states that.
"Stop it Sy.....
"Sylus. Say it louder." He slammed hard into you.
He ignores your plea, his fingers moving faster on your clit as he slams into you deeper. He wants to break you, make you lose control and beg him. He wants to prove that he can make you his in every way - body, mind, and soul. "Make me stop."
"Please please please I can't...." You plead again.
He silences you with a brutal thrust, his fingers pinching your clit as he hits your deepest spot. He's not stopping until you're begging for more, until you're completely his. "Say my name." He demands, his voice hoarse with desire. "Say it."
"Sylus..."
The sound of his name on your lips sends a thrill through his veins. He loves the way it sounds, loves the way it feels coming from your mouth. He leans down and bites your neck, sucking hard as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. "Again."
"Sylus just fuck.....mm.. stop".
He chuckles darkly at your desperate plea, knowing that he's won. He's reduced you to a begging, pleading mess. "Stop what, love?" He asks, his fingers moving slower on your clit as he continues to move inside you. "Stop fucking you?"
You nod.
He smirks wickedly, knowing he's got you exactly where he wants you. With a sudden, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and holds still, his cock pulsing as he comes hard. He leans down and captures your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans. He hisses at the pain as you dig your nails and keep scratching him up as you cum hard again and again. but he doesn't stop kissing you, his body still buried deep inside you as he holds you in place. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking and biting, as he finally pulls out his throbbing cock from your cum drenched pussy; you whimpered~
"Shh... easy... Your Sylus is yours now, to the rest of your life."
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