Professor's Forbidden Punishment - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Vincent’s playful pinch sent a shock of electricity straight through me, sparking a hunger so fierce I ached for him to be rougher.
After class, as students trickled out, he caught my wrist and murmured, "Come to my office. You need some... private tutoring."
The gym teachers' shared office was empty—PE classes were scarce, leaving the space blissfully deserted. My pulse pounded as fantasies of tangled limbs and scorching touches flooded my mind.
Vincent held the door open, his dark gaze devouring me. That predatory stare alone was enough to make me burn.
The second we were inside, his hands were on me, lifting me onto his desk like I weighed nothing. His teeth scraped my ear as he growled, "Do you know how hard it was to focus in class? Watching you, so eager... Let me teach you properly now."
A breathy whimper escaped me as I pressed against the solid heat of his chest. The thought of what was coming—right there on his desk—sent flames licking up my cheeks.
Then—voices. Footsteps. Closer.
Vincent moved fast, sweeping me off the desk and nudging me underneath it before taking his seat, shielding me from view.
"Vincent, calling it a day?"
"Yeah, just finishing up."
His tone was casual, but my heart was a wild drumbeat, my skin slick with adrenaline. The danger of being caught sent a sinful thrill racing through me.
And then... I saw my opportunity.
From my hiding spot, my gaze locked onto his waist. A wicked idea took hold.
Slowly, I reached out, fingertips gliding up until—
After class, as students trickled out, he caught my wrist and murmured, "Come to my office. You need some... private tutoring."
The gym teachers' shared office was empty—PE classes were scarce, leaving the space blissfully deserted. My pulse pounded as fantasies of tangled limbs and scorching touches flooded my mind.
Vincent held the door open, his dark gaze devouring me. That predatory stare alone was enough to make me burn.
The second we were inside, his hands were on me, lifting me onto his desk like I weighed nothing. His teeth scraped my ear as he growled, "Do you know how hard it was to focus in class? Watching you, so eager... Let me teach you properly now."
A breathy whimper escaped me as I pressed against the solid heat of his chest. The thought of what was coming—right there on his desk—sent flames licking up my cheeks.
Then—voices. Footsteps. Closer.
Vincent moved fast, sweeping me off the desk and nudging me underneath it before taking his seat, shielding me from view.
"Vincent, calling it a day?"
"Yeah, just finishing up."
His tone was casual, but my heart was a wild drumbeat, my skin slick with adrenaline. The danger of being caught sent a sinful thrill racing through me.
And then... I saw my opportunity.
From my hiding spot, my gaze locked onto his waist. A wicked idea took hold.
Slowly, I reached out, fingertips gliding up until—
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