“Not yet,” he said. “You don’t come until I say. And you don’t come until you ask properly.”

He stepped back. I heard the quiet sound of his belt, the zipper. Then the thick, hot head of his cock dragged through my soaked folds, once, twice, coating himself in how ready I was. He didn’t push in. He just rubbed the head up and down my cunt, tapping it lightly against my clit, making me push back for more like an animal in heat.

“Ask.”

I swallowed. My voice came out wrecked. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Professor. Please let me come. I’ll be quiet, I’ll take it however...