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“Of course I like you.” His smile is wider than I’ve seen before, and it doesn’t reach his eyes. It makes my stomach twist, but his hands hold me steady. “I just don’t show it like Oliver does. You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t trust you,” I breathe like an accusation. “I trust Oliver more than you.”
“I don’t think it matters who you trust more, baby girl,” Rook admits. “Not right now, at least. If you trust him, then you should trust I won’t hurt you. Otherwise, he never would’ve let you in here with me alone, would he?”
That feels logical, but I can’t say for sure that I trust it.
“Tell me something,” he requests, his hands coming up to tug at the neck of my tee. I stare at him, like a deer in headlights, and find myself acquiescing to his silent request for me to remove my shirt, which ends up on the floor by my backpack. “Has Oliver fucked you yet?”
My stomach twists at the question, and I feel my face flush. “Don’t you know?” I accuse nervously, shivering when he drags his nails up my sides.
“No,” he admits. “I don’t. And I don’t want to take that from him, if he hasn’t. You were alwayshisfirst, after all. So he deserves to—”
“I’m not anyone’s,” I interrupt, my words turning to a gasp when he grabs my hips roughly.
“That would’ve been true if you hadn’t come back,” he informs me, and unbuttons my shorts with quick, deft movements. “Has he fucked you, Love?” It’s too easy for himto jerk both my shorts and underwear down in a few quick movements, until they hang precariously from one ankle.
“I-I mean, we’ve done some things,” I admit in a breathy tone when he stands back up to loom over me.
“Sorry,” Rook teases, almost cruelly. He unhooks my bra and slides it free, and when he tilts my chin up to his, my stomach clenches. “I’ll be clearer. I know how much Oliver wants to fill that sweet cunt of yours. He talks about it all the time. He’s invented all kinds of ways to fuck you, most of which take placewhileI’m fucking him. So what I’m asking is what you’ve given him. Has he tasted you yet?” He leans down to kiss me hard, his teeth sharp against mine. “Or has he just fucked you with his fingers?” He pushes my thighs wide, and I feel his fingers tease along my slit, causing my thighs to tremble. “Since you’ve made it clear he hasn’t taken you properly yet.”
I look at him with parted lips and heat staining my cheeks as he strokes along my inner thighs. They flex around his legs, but I can’t close them, even if I’d wanted to. “He hasn’t…” I lick my lips nervously, trying to gather my thoughts.Why am I going to tell him this? “He’s only used his fingers.”
“Good girl.” The praise is rough and unexpected. So is being jerked off the corner of the desk, only so Rook can push me down into his leather office chair.
“What are you—”
“Hook your knees up and over, Love. Just like that.” He presses me back against the chair, helping me until my knees are hooked over the arms of it. “Don’t make me find a way to keep you there,” he threatens, sinking to his knees in front of me just as it registers in my brain what he’s about to do.
My hand flies out to catch his arm, but I only manage to grip his hair instead. “Wait!” I hiss, panicking. “We’re in youroffice.”
“The door is locked.”
“Someone could hear!”
“Oh, you should’ve told me you were loud.” He gets to his feet with a warning look in my direction as I try to fathom an answer to that statement. “Don’t move, Love,” he warns, sounding much more like the professor I’m used to.
He walks away, only going so far as to pick up his bag, as I squirm in his chair and shiver at the feeling of the cool air finding every inch of me. It’s embarrassing to be so open, so fucking vulnerable. Especially when he turns and justlooksat me.
It’s so hard to break my eyes away from his, that I don’t notice what’s in his hand until he’s right in front of me and dangling it in my face.
“Oliver and I have a lot of disciplinary meetings,” he informs me as the ball gag is held in front of my nose. “And he’s not very quiet. I keep this with me for him, in case he’s too antsy to wait until we’re home.”
“You aren’t really going to—”
“Here’s how this works.” He carefully sets the gag against my teeth and buckles it at the back of my head. It’s firm, and keeps my mouth open uncomfortably. My teeth press into the soft firmness of the red ball, and I stare at him, waiting on his next words. “You’re going to try so, so hard not to make any noise. Or at least keep itsoft. Do you hear me?” he says the last part as he leans over me, thumb on my chin again. I nod once, and the soft smile graces his lips once more. “Good girl.”
He sinks to his knees in front of me a moment later, hands press against my shaking thighs. “I’ll hold you still if I have to,” he admits, not bothering to look up at my face. “But you’ll like it more if I can use my fingers too.”
I can’t help but squirm in his grip, but he stops that with his fingers pressing into my inner thighs. Is he really about to do what I think he is?
The answer comes when his tongue swipes up my slit, teasing at my entrance as I yelp lightly against the gag and then flicking once over my clit. I shudder, the sensations new and maddening when all I can do is grip the armrests or his hair.
One of my hands curls in his hair when he licks me again, and I tense up, expecting him to say something. He doesn’t. Instead, he nuzzles his face against my inner thigh, giving me a momentary reprieve from the sharp, heady sensation of his mouth.
Not able to do anything else, I lean my head back against the chair, eyes pressed tightly closed while he kisses along my inner thigh until he’s back where he wants to be once more. This time his licks are short and targeted. He teases my entrance for a few seconds before moving to my clit where he can press and flick his tongue over it in earnest.
I squirm again, though it’s not much more than a wiggle of my hips, and one of his arms unwraps from my thigh, disappearing from my body altogether. For a few seconds, at least. His fingers run the same path as his tongue, and he sits up so his hand can take the place of his mouth at my clit for a few seconds. Still, the new stimulation has me whimpering, my teeth sinking further into the gag.
