Page 171 of Breathe Like Hell

I took a steadying breath, tucking my hair behind my ears. I didn’t think I’d failed the exam, but I was still nervous about grading the entire thing with Micah right behind me.

I made my way down the first page, sketching checkmarks along the left side of the page, my eyes flicking between my paper and the answer key. Micah was doing nothing to help my focus, though.

His hands wandered over my hips, dipping between my thighs, fingertips skimming my skin.

And then I felt his hands retreat, going to his belt. My pussy clenched on instinct, delirious need turning me stupid. The clink of metal and the expensive slide of leather, then the belt was placed on his desk next to my exam. My eyes flicked over to it, dark fantasies winding their way through my thoughts.

Micah unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then he was there, nudging the head of his cock inside of me without another word.

I angled my hips, pushing back against him to take a few more inches of his length, relishing the warmth pooling low in my belly. He thrust his hips upward, burying the rest of his cock inside of me, my fingers gripping the pen tighter. I almost didn’t want to even try grading any more of the exam. I just wanted to fuck him.

“Keep going,” he instructed. “Just the multiple choice.”

He grabbed my hips to tilt them, making me grind on his cock, muddying all my thoughts. I could hardly follow my own work on the paper, and my voice was even more disjointed than my thoughts.

“Did you get any wrong so far?”

“Maybe?”

Micah’s hand came down hard on my ass, making me cry out and clench around him at the same time.

He pulled me back, putting my shoulders against his chest and turning my head so he could kiss me while he cupped my tits. I moaned, breathless, feeling his heart pounding strong and steady against my spine.

“You’re not focused,” he said, voice low. “You need to focus.”

“Micah—”

“That’s completely inappropriate. Don’t call me by my first name,” he said as he toyed with my nipples. My entire body was buzzing.

“Dr. Killshaw,” I corrected. “I’m…sorry. I’m having a hard time paying attention. I’m distracted.”

He wound my hair around his fist, roughly pulling my head to the side, and I gasped at the pain stinging on my scalp. He kept rolling his hips, coaxing me to take him deeper, until he was fucking me in truth, the exam completely lost to the background.

My hands were gripping the edge of the desk for dear life, my hair falling in my face. I kept angling my hips, trying to grind down on him.

“Did you get any wrong?” he asked again.

“I don’t know,” I moaned. “Maybe one.”

Micah stood up and bent me over the desk, his hands massaging my ass, my skin already warm from where he’d spanked me once.

“Am I going to be punished?” I questioned, pressing up on my tiptoes, arching my back, trying to coax him back into fucking me harder again.

I leaned forward more, putting my forearms on his desk and watching him over my shoulder as he stared at my bare pussy. He reached down to grab the backs of my thighs, using his thumbs to spread me open more, his eyes going heavy-lidded.

“Some corrective action might be in order.” He smacked my ass, just hard enough to make me gasp. It was almost comparable to the sting of pine trees on my cheeks when running fast through the shadowy forest. Not enough to debilitate me, but enough to feel it.

“With your belt?” I managed to ask, trying and failing to hide the desire in my voice.

“Fuck.” Micah bent forward, his head hanging down, lips pressing to my shoulder as he breathed harder. His hand ran along the curve of my ass possessively. “Fuck, Dakota. This is a can of worms. I hope you know that.”

“I know. I want to go there with you,” I breathed, nervous but certain. “You can show me.”

“Once we do this, there’s no going back. If you don’t like what you see, I’m not going to be able to change that.”

“I understand,” I promised. I knew this was something he wanted but often didn’t allow himself to have.

There was a moment when he said nothing, and my palms began to sweat, afraid he’d deny me.