Chapter 28 Twenty eight
Chapter 28 Twenty eight
Professor Kane
She knocked at midnight, exactly on time, and I was already waiting on the other side of the door with my heart pounding I opened the door and she slipped inside, wearing that same black dress from the ballroom, her dark curls loose around her shoulders, her hazel eyes bright with lust.
"Hey," she whispered the sound of her voice made my chest ache.
"Hey yourself."
I closed the door and locked it, and for a moment we just stood there looking at each other in the dim light from the window.
"I saw you watching me tonight," she said, there was something different in her voice, something softer and more vulnerable than her usual bratty confidence. "At the dinner. You kept looking at me from across the room."
"Because I could not help it," I said, stepping closer to her, close enough to smell the perfume on her neck and the wine on her breath. "You were the most beautiful woman in that room, Zara. You are always the most beautiful woman in every room."
She smiled, her fingers were cool against my cheek, and I turned my head to kiss her palm, slowly watching her eyes flutter closed.
"I need something tonight," she said, her voice was barely a whisper now. "Something different. I need to forget about everything about Ethan, my dad and the fact that we only have one more night here before we go back to campus and have to pretend again. I just want to be yours completely no thinking or worrying. Just us."
I understood what she was asking for. She did not want gentle tonight. She wanted to lose herself.
"I can give you that," I said, my voice came out rougher than I intended. "But you have to trust me. Completely. Can you do that?"
She nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Yes."
"Then take off your dress. Slowly and do not say a word until I tell you to speak."
She did exactly what I asked, watching her was like watching something sacred and forbidden all at once. Her hands moved to the strap of her dress, pushing it down her shoulder, then the other strap, and the black fabric slid down her body like water, pooling at her feet on the hotel carpet. She stood there in nothing but a thin black thong and her heels, her skin glowing in the dim light, and I had to remind myself to breathe.
I walked around her slowly, circling her like she was something I was about to devour, I let my fingers trail across her shoulders and down her spine, barely touching, just enough to make her shiver. She kept her eyes forward, her hands at her sides, her breathing shallow, and I could see the pulse racing in her throat.
"Good girl," I said, and the words came out low and rough. "Now get on the bed. On your hands and knees.
Zara climbed onto the mattress without hesitation, arching her back deeply, presenting herself to me. The city lights painted her smooth skin in gold and shadow. Her ass looked fucking perfect raised like that.
I took my time undressing, letting her feel the weight of my stare. When I finally moved behind her, I ran my palm over the curve of her ass, then brought it down hard.
Smack.
She gasped sharply.
“Count them,” I ordered.
“One…” she breathed.
I spanked her again, harder.
Smack!
“Two...ah!”
By the tenth hard slap her ass was glowing red and she was pushing back against my hand, whimpering. I could see how wet she was, the thin fabric of her thong soaked through.
I ripped the thong down her thighs and pushed two fingers inside her roughly. “So fucking sloppy already. You like getting spanked like a dirty little girl, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, voice shaking.
I groaned at the words. “Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy… please.”
I gave her five more sharp spanks, watching her ass jiggle and turn a deeper shade of red with every strike. Then I gripped her hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
She cried out, fists twisting in the sheets.
I didn’t go slow. I fucked her hard on all fours, one hand fisted in her dark curls, yanking her head back so her back arched sharply. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her moans.
“You wanted to forget everything, right?” I growled, pounding into her. “Then take this cock like a good slut and let Daddy fuck the worry out of your pretty head.”
I pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her stomach and shoved a pillow under her hips so her ass stayed high. Then I mounted her fully, my entire weight pressing her into the mattress, my cock buried to the hilt.
I pinned her down, one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, the other reaching under to rub her clit roughly while I fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. Every thrust ground her swollen clit against my fingers and the pillow.
“Fuck...Daddy!” she sobbed into the sheets, voice muffled. “It’s so deep...”
“I know it is. You’re going to take every inch until you can’t think straight.” I bit down on her shoulder and slammed into her harder. “This pussy belongs to me. Say it.”
“It’s yours...It’s all yours, Daddy!”
I spanked the side of her ass again and again while I fucked her, the angle letting me hit that perfect spot relentlessly. She came hard the first time, screaming my name, her walls fluttering and squeezing around me.
But I didn’t stop.
I pulled out, stood up, and yanked her off the bed.
I am not done with you yet bitch.