Chapter 5: IT WAS BEAUTIFUL

He leaned in as his breath fanned against her ears. "Have you ever been touched by a man, Ms Allaire? You're quivering."

"I—"

"What about being fucked then?" He growled in her ears, cupping her tits through her dress. "You’re my woman now, Ruby. Only mine."

Mrs. Ola’s words echoed in Ruby’s mind. The last time a junior professor got fired because of him… Her pulse raced, every instinct screaming at her to leave and run before she ended up like the lady.

But then Leslie’s hand clamped around her hair, tugging her hard enough that she stumbled. A gasp tore from her throat as her front hit the cool wall.

His body pressed flush against hers, trapping her in place. His breath fanned hot across her neck as he lowered his head, inhaling her scent as if he were memorising it. Ruby shuddered, her hands twitching at her sides, unsure whether to push him off or hold on.

Leslie’s lips brushed close to the back of her neck.

Ruby jolted as she felt him smack her ass through the fabric of her dress. Her mouth parted in a strangled gasp.

"Leslie!" she hissed with her voice high but he chuckled low against her neck so sinfully. His hand lingered where he’d spanked her, kneading the curve of her through her dress.

Then his fingers brushed the collar of her coat, tugging it down her arms. It slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her more exposed under his heated stare.

“You wear too much, Cupcake,” Leslie murmured, his tone edged with mockery as his hand trailed the length of her dress. "Next time, wear something so easy to rip off."

"There won't be a next time," Ruby whimpered, her chest heaving as she twisted under his touch.

Even when his hand slid boldly over the curve of her ass, cupping her firmly, she couldn’t force herself to push him away. "You don't know that."

"Leslie…" she breathed, her voice breaking on his name.

He hummed against her ear, as if he was savouring the sound of her calling him. His palm tightened on her cheek through the dress. Ruby shuddered violently when he began inching the fabric of her skirt upward and the air brushed against the bare skin of her thighs.

Her body betrayed her, trembling with anticipation even as her mind screamed to stop. Just before the hem rose high enough to expose her completely, Ruby’s hands darted back, catching his wrists in a tight grip.

"Wait," she whimpered. "We can’t. I can’t do this

You’re my student. This is wrong."

Her words rushed out soaked with fear and longing all at once.

Leslie paused, his chest pressed firm against her back, his grip on her hair softening slightly. For one agonising heartbeat, she thought he might let go.

Instead, he only chuckled low and darkly, dragging her skirt higher, which made her breath hitch. He leaned close, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"I can’t hear you, Ms. Allaire," he whispered like a sin incarnate. "You’ll need to speak louder. Should I stop… or do you want to come?"

His words slithered through her like fire, so tempting like a devil’s caress.

Ruby’s grip faltered on his wrists, her throat dry, her chest rising and falling in sharp and ragged breaths. She knew she should shove him off or repeat herself and stop before her career and reputation were destroyed.

But her body shivered under him, burning with the betrayal of desire.

Ruby’s lips parted to speak, to repeat her words but her words strangled in her throat the instant Leslie’s fingers pressed hard against her clit through the thin barrier of her panties.

The sudden and ruthless friction made her knees buckle, a raw moan tearing from her chest before her mind could catch up with her body’s betrayal.

Her head fell back against his shoulder as his other hand snaked around her throat tugging her chin up and forcing her to lean into him, forcing her to feel every inch of his control.

Her eyes fluttered open meeting him. That damned smile curved his lips, a smug one, the kind that made her insides twist with fury.

"You were saying, Ms. Allaire?" Leslie murmured against her ear, his voice a sinful purr. "Were you telling me to stop… but your body is begging for more. I need you to repeat it to me. Tell me what you want and I promise to do that."

Ruby’s breath hitched, a broken whimper escaping her as his fingers circled rougher. Heat flooded her thighs, and she felt the humiliating wetness spreading, soaking through the lace of her panties.

"Can't talk?" he teased, pressing harder, his tone like a dark silk. "You’re smeared all over your thighs, cupcake. Don’t lie to me."

Ruby’s chest heaved, shame burning hot across her skin, but she couldn’t deny the pulse between her legs, the way her hips twitched helplessly into his hand.

"Then will you moan for me again, Ruby?" Leslie’s voice dipped lower and rougher with every word, grazing her nerves like sparks, especially when he called her name. "That sound. It was beautiful."

Before she could even form a thought, his fingers slid past the soaked panties, plunging against her folds.

The heat of his skin against hers made her cry out, her nails digging helplessly into his forearm as his fingers slid inside her.

Her body arched back against him, her head still trapped in his grip. Her green eyes were wide, storming with panic, yet he was hitting that damned spot. Slowly, her lashes fluttered shut, unbearable pleasure drowning out her resistance, her soul spiralling toward release until his voice curled against her ear.

"Do my fingers really feel that good, Ruby?"

Her eyes flew open, realising her mouth was gaping, breathless. She swallowed hard, shame flooding her core, but she couldn’t deny it. He felt good.

"I’ll let you come," Leslie whispered, voice dark, taunting. "If you tell me how good it feels."

Ruby shuddered. His fingers moved faster, thrusting with ruthless precision, each drag more demanding than the last. She clamped her lips shut, swallowing every moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction. His low laugh against her ear burned, irritating and intoxicating all at once.

Each thrust slammed into her, raw and punishing, driving her higher, deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

"Just like that," she gasped.

His hand around her throat tightened, enough to make her pulse skip. Then he moved harder, relentlessly. Ruby’s eyes fluttered shut again, her body arching helplessly into his rhythm. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe but only felt.

And then he stopped.

Leslie pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping. Before she could form a protest, he bent her further, spreading her open. His fingers slid back inside her, curling with deliberate skill, wringing a sharp cry from her lips.

"Does it feel good, Ruby?" he murmured.

Her head jerked in a nod.

"I work with words, sweetheart. Use them. Does it feel good, Ms. Allaire?"

His steady rhythm teased her, controlled her. Ruby bit down on her lip, confused at what sparked hotter inside her. The way he said Ruby or was it the formal edge of Ms. Allaire, or the way his fingers fucked her better than she ever had, even alone.

A sharp smack to her ass snapped her back.

"Yes," she cried, her resolve breaking. "It feels good, Leslie. So fucking good. Don’t stop."

Without warning, a second finger joined the first, stretching her. Ruby’s back arched, hips pushing helplessly into his hand.

"Oh, God," she whimpered, nails scraping the wall for balance.

His pace quickened, ruthless and precise. In and out. Deeper. Faster. Her body trembled under the force of it. And then she felt another stretch. A third finger.

Ruby cried out, her moans spilling, her palms slamming flat against the wall. She was undone and unravelling, the tension snapping through her veins.

"That’s it, baby girl," Leslie growled, his breath hot against her skin. "Moan for me."

"Oh, God. I can feel it. I—m coming!"

Her climax broke over her like a storm, shattering her from the inside out. She cried out as waves of pleasure rolled through her, her release dripping down her thighs. His fingers never stopped, dragging her through every aftershock until she was trembling, wrecked against the wall.

At last, he pulled free. His fingers glistened with her release. "A squirter?"

Her breath caught as he held her gaze, dark and hungry, and then, without looking away, he licked his fingers clean, a wicked smirk curving his lips.

Ruby swallowed, and her knees were weak; her body was still quaking.

Leslie lifted her off the ground, carrying her to the bedroom. He set her down on the bed, looming over her. His hand went to the hem of his tank top, dragging it up over his head, his eyes never leaving hers.