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"Professor—" she whined, and I groaned. Fuck. "Professor Ashford."
"That's it. Tell me we can't do this. Tell me how bad it is that your professor is touching your wet little pussy."
She gasped, her hand balling into a shaky fist. I hooked my finger under the crotch of her panties and roughly yanked them to the side. Running my finger over the wet slit, I moved closer, resting my head in her neck. My mouth connected with the soft skin, and she tilted her head, giving me more access.
"Tell me, Winona," I rasped.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whimpered. I spread her apart and rested my finger against her swollen clit. "Oh, god. This is so bad. We really shouldn't do this."
Dipping lower, I gathered her wetness and dragged it up, circling her clit with it. "You're such a dirty little girl, letting me touch you like this."
"We can't," she repeated. "We can't. We can't?—"
Her voice trailed off as she moaned softly, her body shaking. I ran my tongue over her racing pulse on her neck, groaning at the taste of her. Sucking her skin into my mouth, I gently bit down.
A cry slipped from her lips, and I grinned at the sound. I knew she'd sound so fucking sweet. I slipped a finger inside her, groaning at the tightness. She spread her legs more, her hips bucking up into my touch. My other hand reached between us, roughly groping her breast over her dress.
"That’s it, little fawn. Tell me how wrong this is."
"No, please. Stop," she panted. "Really. This is so wrong." Her head pressed against the headrest, arching her back up into my hand. I brushed my thumb over her tight, peaked nipple as I sucked her skin into my mouth again, needing to mark her.
"My pretty little student is such a fucking slut," I growled into her neck.
"We can't." Her head thrashed back and forth as I pressed the heel of my hand into her clit, grinding against her. "We can't."
I fucked my fingers into her harder, the chair squeaking with the force. "That's it, baby. You're going to come for me, aren't you?" Her hand slid onto my forearm, her nails biting into the skin. "Come all over your professor's fingers."
I ran my tongue faster over her pulse, listening to her rapid breathing. A low, strangled whimper came from her, and her nails dug further into my arm. Her body went taut, her muscles trembling, as I forced my fingers to continue their relentless assault.
Finally, she collapsed into the chair, and I slid from her tight pussy. My fingers glistened in the sunlight as I held them up. Our gazes locked, and without a word, I pressed them against her lips. She understood the silent demand and opened, her tongue wrapping around each digit, sucking me clean.
"That's a good girl," I murmured. "Clean up your mess."
Her eyes shuddered at the words, and she pulled her mouth off my fingers. "This...this can't happen again," she breathed, her voice still thick and skin still flushed. A hickey was already forming on her throat, and I grinned at my handy work.
Now everyone would know she was mine, that she belonged solely to me.
"Sure. Whatever you say, little fawn."
"I'm serious—" I nodded dismissively, and she stopped talking. Smart girl. She knew there was no use in arguing with me. She'd just opened her legs for me. I could do what I wanted with her little body now.
"Go inside," I told her, jerking my chin at the shitty trailer. She finished righting her clothes, her eyes still lowered. "Be a good girl and find something to fuck yourself with tonight. Send me pictures."
"But—"
"No buts. Do as you're told." Her breath hitched, and she looked so shocked she didn't move for a moment. She didn't do anything. Leaning over, I pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. "You want to make me happy, don't you?" She mindlessly nodded. "Then do what I say."
"Okay," she breathed, sounding reluctant. But that made it all the better, corrupting a sweet, innocent little fawn. I loved it.
“That’s my good girl. Now, go.”
She slipped from the car, made her way up the rickety old steps, and disappeared into the dingy trailer. The entire drive home, I played with the ridges of my cock cage, feeling lighter and happier than I had in a long time.
Winona was finally mine, and she wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.
Chapter Ten
The steering wheel was warm under my hand as I gripped it tighter, listening to the creak of the leather. My car slowed as I drove past the street, looking down the long, dirt road. It was quickly growing dark, and the golden glow from the house at the end of the road shone brightly.
