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My cock hardens again, forcing me to release her hair and shove it back into my pants before I take this a step too far.
Camilla looks disappointed as she keeps her hands on my thighs, but grips them tighter. “Crawl backwards,” I order.
She reluctantly takes her hands off of my thighs and crawls backward on all fours.
“Now clean yourself up and get to your next class,” I say, standing and marching toward the door of the classroom. “Twice in a week isn’t like you, Morrone. I don’t expect to see you again so soon. Do you understand?” I don’t look at her, keeping my back facing her.
“I understand, sir.” There’s a slight ache to her voice, as if she’s hurt by my cold treatment.
She needs to understand that I’m barely a man anymore. A beast is more of a fitting description. I march out of the classroom and leave her on all fours with my cum coating her face, knowing that I never should have crossed that line with her.
Camilla Morrone is like my kryptonite and the more I learn about what makes her tick, the more I want her in ways she could never imagine.
9
CAMILLA
I’m filled with shame as I rush down the corridor toward the pool on the far side of the school, knowing I’ll be late to meet Adrianna. The scar on my back is healed enough to hide beneath my swim suit and so I agreed to get back in the pool with her today.
I can hardly believe what just happened with Professor Nitkin. He treated me no better than a dog as he told me to sit and came all over my face, dismissing me with barely a glance in my direction. And the sickest part of it all, I enjoyed every damn second of it.
The masculine, salty taste of him still lingers on my lips as I let my tongue dart out over them, groaning as the ache between my thighs increases. Watching him jerk off was excruciating, as all I wanted was to touch him or taste him. It was a form of punishment, but such an enjoyable one.
I can’t get the image of his hard cock out of my mind or the way he stared down at me angrily, fisting it as he leaked pre-cum. It made my mouth water. He shamelessly pulled out his cock right in front of me, not caring that I’m his student. Something tells me that kind of thing doesn’t bother him, but I’ve never heard of rumors of him with students, unlike Coach. Maybe it’s because most students aren’t crazy enough to get that close to him, except for me, it would seem.
Clearly, I’m wired up the wrong way, as I loved the pain and I loved the degradation and I loved the denial. I wonder if there’s anything he could do to me I wouldn’t love. My locker is on the way to the pool, so I stop and grab out my rucksack with my swim kit in, only for Nik to lean against the nearby locker with a smirk on his face.
“Good session with Nitkin?” he asks.
I glare at him, as he knows that Byrne sent me to him during law class. “Great,” I say, hoping my face isn’t as red as it feels right now.
He arches a brow. “You don’t look as beaten up as I expected.”
“What the fuck do you want?” I snap, slamming my locker shut and shouldering my swim bag.
He holds his hands up, an arrogant smirk on his lips. “Just saying, I’d expect you to be a little more roughed up after a session with Nitkin.”
“How do you know if I’m roughed up or not?” I ask, irritated that this asshole is even talking to me. It’s bad enough that he’s best friends with Elias, and likes to harass Nat too, but I won’t take his shit. I don’t know what Elias has over her this year, but it can’t be good.
“Because if you’d been under his whip, you would be in pain right now.” He smirks cockily. “And there’s no pain in your expression.”
“He had a more rudimentary punishment for me.” I shove him. “Now get out of my way.”
He chuckles. “You keep getting off too easily with Nitkin. I wonder why that is.”
I walk down the corridor, ignoring his taunt. Nik is an asshole, but he’s right. Two of my punishments lately from him resulted in no corporal punishment. If it continues like that, before long, people will question why I’m not getting punished the same way as everyone else.
Not that I intend to end up being sent to him soon.
Who the hell am I kidding?
I want to get sent back to him first thing in the morning after what just happened. Hell, I’d spend the rest of my school career in punishment with Nitkin if it’s anything like the experience I just had.
The swimming pool is relatively quiet when I arrive, and Adrianna is waiting on a bench on the side, tapping her foot impatiently in her swimsuit. “Finally!”
“Sorry, I was in detention with Nitkin.”
She rolls her eyes. “Not again. What did you do this time?”
