Page 65 of Professorhole


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“Yes.” His eyes narrowed and I smiled sweetly at him. “Don’t think I’ll make this easy on you, Ry.”

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, baby girl.” He pointed at the table bolted to the wall that acted as the dining room for the plane. “Bend over that. Hold onto the edge.”

I complied, spreading my legs as far as I could and presenting him with my cunt.

“Good girl.”

I bit back my smile.

“Do you know what you did wrong today, baby girl? Do you know why I’m going to punish you?”

“Let me guess—”

The smack that landed against my exposed cunt stole my breath. This wasn’t like the smack the professor had given me. This was so much harder. “Try again.”

“I….”

“Yes.” He rubbed my stinging skin, spreading my juices over my thighs, his thumb pressing against my hole. My clit throbbed, the pain already morphing to a heated tingle.

I squeezed my eyes closed, knowing I was provoking him. “I did insist on you both staying in the car.”

The whack that followed had tears springing to my eyes, the breath whooshing from my lungs when the third one landed in exactly the same spot. He was right—this was a punishment. There was nothing pleasant about it at all.

“Wrong answer, baby girl.”

I curled my fingers over the edge of the table, holding tighter. “I put you both at risk.”

That soothing rub started up again, Ryder brushing my cunt with the backs of his fingers. “You did. And?”

He paused, waiting for my answer. But my mind was blank. “I stole the data?”

Fingers barely touching my clit, he asked, “Was that a question, or an answer to mine?”

“I… I don’t know.” My shoulders dropped and I let the table take my full body weight as I tilted my hips, all but begging him to play.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson, baby girl. Flynn?”

“Agreed.”

I whipped around to face him, wide-eyed with my mouth open. I was sure he’d be able to see the shock on my face. The smirk he shot me was pure sex.

“We don’t care about the data. But what else would make Flynn and me angry, baby girl?” He ran the backs of his fingers down my legs, my body jerking as he came close to my cunt, but he skated past without touching. I shook my head, completely puzzled. “Think about it, and while you do, count.”

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, every muscle in me locking tight.

The smack that landed left my skin singing and my cunt howling. His calloused fingers and palm connected right where the crease of my arse met my leg, directly at my cunt. “One,” I mumbled.

“Nice and clear,” Flynn corrected.

I lifted my face, staring at him. “One,” I ground out through gritted teeth.

Smack after smack connected with my legs and arse, each one hard and unforgiving. But something was building inside me too. My juices leaked down my legs, my cunt hot and needy. I wanted to be filled. Fucked until I couldn’t stand.

My nipples pebbled and my cunt clenched. I hated being so empty.

“Seven,” I moaned.

“Three more, baby girl. You got an answer for me yet?”

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