Chapter 50 The Private Tutor (9)

Chapter 50 The Private Tutor (9)
I leaned in closer, my lips parting as I followed his command. The scent of him filled my senses. Every nerve in my body was on fire, a mix of fear and a deep, dark hunger I had never felt before.
I began to suck him. He was so huge, and it didn’t fit in my mouth. I struggled to take him all in, my jaw aching as I tried to accommodate his size. Every time I moved, I could feel the sheer power of him.
He let out a low, guttural groan that seemed to rumble from deep within his chest, and his fingers tightened even further in my hair, guiding my movements with a firm, relentless pressure.
“Use your tongue, Little one,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “I want to feel every bit of you.”
I did as I was told, my senses overwhelmed by the taste and scent of him. The room felt smaller, hotter, as if the air itself were vibrating with the intensity of what was happening.
I was lost in the rhythm, in the darkness of the moment, and in the desperate need to please the man who held my life in his hands.
“That’s it,” he hissed, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm that forced me to work even harder. “Show me how much you want this. Show me you’re mine.”
I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the raw hunger and dominance in his eyes. He looked down at me not as a professor but as a master who had found his perfect prize.
“Faster,” he growled, his grip tightening as he took control. He began thrusting, pushing deeper and faster.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, his voice thick with a raw, primal hunger.
My eyes rolled back in my head. It felt like I was dying, the air leaving my lungs as he pushed me to my limit, but at the same time, I wanted it more than anything.
The intensity was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my head spin.
He didn’t slow down; his rhythm became more frantic and desperate. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer force of his body against mine. Every thrust was a reminder of my place, of the ruin I had so willingly walked into.
“That’s it,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my scalp. “Take it all, little one. Everything I have to give.”
Mr. Frank’s thrusts grew faster, his body trembling. “I’m coming.”
With one last, powerful thrust, he came. I could feel the heat of him flooding down my throat, thick and overwhelming. He held me there for a long moment, his fingers still buried deep in my hair, forcing me to take every bit of him. His breathing was heavy and ragged in the silent room, the only sound between us as the “lesson” reached its peak.
He slowly pulled out, his eyes dark and satisfied as he looked down at me. I stayed on my knees, breathless and dizzy.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “You took it all just like a good student should.”
He reached down, tracing the line of my jaw with his thumb. “Now, get up. We aren’t finished yet.”
I stood up, and before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my head and kissed me forcefully. His mouth crashed against mine with a hunger that was both desperate and dominant. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him even closer as I kissed him back, losing myself in the taste of him.
He was everything I wanted. He was sweet and intoxicating, a dangerous drug that I never wanted to stop taking.
He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his chest heaving against mine.
“You’re addicted to this, aren’t you?” he murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips. “Addicted to being ruined by me.”
“Yes,” I breathed, unable to lie even if I wanted to.
He swept me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing and started walking toward the large bed in the center of the room. “Good. Because I’m far from done teaching you exactly who you belong to.”
He dropped me onto the soft mattress, and I watched as he loomed over me.
His eyes were filled with hunger as he hovered over me. I gasped as he tore off my panties and my bra.
“So pretty,” he groaned, his voice deep and rough. He grabbed my breasts, his hands large and firm, and began sucking as if his life depended on it.
I couldn’t contain my moans; they spilled out of me, loud and desperate in the quiet room. I was enjoying every bit of it, the sensation of his mouth on my skin making my toes curl.
“Urghh!” I screamed out as his finger suddenly slipped inside me.
The double sensation was overwhelming. He began sucking my breasts and working his finger inside me at the same time, his rhythm steady and relentless. My head thrashed against the pillows as he worked me over, his tongue and his finger moving in perfect sync.
“Do you like it?”
I couldn’t even answer him. I was lost in the heat, my body arching off the bed as the pleasure built into something I couldn’t control. He was a monster, a walking sin, and he was currently tearing down every wall I had ever built. I dug my nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the room began to spin.
“Yes, Master,” I finally managed to gasp out, the words lost in another long, loud moan.
He didn’t slow down. If anything, he pushed harder, his movements becoming more aggressive and more demanding.
“I’m coming, Master,” I screamed louder.
“Come for me,” he stated, pushing deeper inside me. I was a mess as I moaned countless times until I finally exploded.
“Ha,” I breathed out, my chest heaving as the air left my lungs. Mr. Frank didn’t allow me to breathe normally before he positioned himself and thrust himself inside me in one deep, sudden motion.
I felt a sharp flash of pain as he stretched me open, but soon the pain was replaced by a wave of intense pleasure that radiated through my entire body. He was so big, filling me completely, making me feel like I was finally where I belonged.
He grabbed one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder to open me up even further, and began moving at a faster pace. The sound of our bodies hitting each other filled the room, a rhythmic, wet slapping that made my head spin.
“So sweet.”
I dug my nails into the sheets, my back arching off the mattress as he drove into me again and again. Every movement felt like it was reaching my soul, shattering the girl my father hated and leaving behind someone new—someone who belonged only to the man above her.
“Harder,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Master, please... harder.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His movements became more aggressive, more powerful, as he claimed every inch of me, his eyes locked onto mine to make sure I saw the monster who was ruining me.