Four days had passed since Travis first completely destroyed me against his office door, and our dirty little routine was already in full swing.

It was late Friday afternoon. The campus was empty as students headed out for the weekend, but behind the locked door at the end of the faculty corridor, Travis had me bent completely over his massive mahogany desk.

My skirt was pulled up around my waist, my top tossed onto his leather chair, and the heavy, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin echoed loudly in the room.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Urgh, Professor...” I whimpered, my cheek pressed flat against the cool leather blotter, my fingers clutching...