My Professor's Sin

Chapter 2

T/W: May contain offensive language

Bailei Anderson

"S-sir?" Shit, why did I stutter? I watch as Mr. Wilde tilted his head in acknowledgment. Ah shit, here we go again. I cleared my throat before speaking.

"I was wondering if I could b-borrow a pen. If it's not too much trouble?" As soon as I finished speaking, I felt myself begin to fidget. That man just about throws a fit if someone is late to his lectures. It's even worse with being unprepared. My breath catches in my throat when his fingers stop moving on the keyboard as he looks up.

"A pen, you say?" I nod my head at him. When he frowns I clear my throat and correct myself.

"I mean, yes sir." His frown dissipates off of his face at my words and I feel like I can breathe again. He stands up and grabs a black, ballpoint pen off of his desk. As he walks towards me I feel as if his steps have slowed and he's stalking me instead; taking one step per two second as opposed to four. I fidget in my chair as I feel his gaze become stronger with each step he takes. 'Most respectfully, fuck you, Jaxon Wilde.' I glance over at him when he's about two feet away and see a smirk on his face. This son of a bitch knew exactly how he was making me feel.

"Bailei. Take the pen. You need it don't you?" I jump, as I hadn't noticed that he was behind me. When I turn to face him, his face was directly in front of mine. I snatch the pen out of his hand and turn back around. My face was burning and I felt like I was on fire.

"Th-Thank you, sir." I couldn't help but stutter. This man made me so nervous.

"I like it when you look at me when you talk, Bailei." He comes closer and whispers in my ear. "It's considered rude not to." That did it for me. I could feel myself pulsing in my jeans and I began to squirm. I couldn't look at him. I wouldn't.

"Or, is this the reason why you won't look at me?" He husks in my ear as he runs his fingertips over the front of my jeans. I jump in my seat and he pushes me back down.

"Hm, Bailei? Answer me." He presses down on my cloth covered cock and I let out an unintentional moan. I quickly cover my mouth and slump forward onto the table. Mr. Wilde picks my chin up and turns my face towards him.

"Come on, Bailei. I know you want to cum. Give me an answer and I'll let you have that sweet release right on my hand." He uses that same hand to grope me through my pants and I almost came right then. He removes his hand and unzips my pants, pulling my throbbing cock out. I shut my eyes in pleasure as he squeezes it. My resolve crumbles as I finally give in to what I want.

"Y-Yes. I c-couldn't look at you, b-because you made me h-hard." I turn my head away from him after I finish speaking. I was so embarrassed but turned on at the same time.

"Pft, now how hard was that, Bailei? You get to have your reward now for being a good boy." My eyes widen at his words. 'Fuck that's fucking hot, goddammit.' Mr. Wilde pulls me out of my chair and bends me over the desk.

"Sir-" My words get cut of as he begins brutally stoking my cock at an unforgiving pace. My head falls forward and my knees start to shake. A loud moan leaves my mouth when he snakes his hand up my shirt and pinches my nipple.

"That's right. Let those lewd sounds out and let the other classes know how good I'm making you feel." I shudder as I feel his tongue run down my nape. His other hand cups my balls and tugs on them. I thrust my hips up to match his pace. I wasn't going to last much longer and he knew it.

"Beg me to fuck you." He says. I don't say anything. I start to whine when he pulls his hand away. I grab his hand and put it back on my cock, urging his to continue. When he doesn't move, I thrust into his hand.

"P-please fuck me, sir. Please, I w-want to cum. Please." I practically cry, wanting to cum that badly. He chuckles darkly at me before jerking me of brutally once again. My moans impregnate the room as he continues working his hands.

"Fucking pathetic. Have you no pride? Do you feel no shame begging to be fucked like a dirty whore? Well act like one. Cum for me." I feel my cock pulse and jerk at his words. I cum hard into his hand and slump against him, shaking. At that moment, the bell decided to ring. Mr. Wilde lifts his hand and tastes my cum with a smirk on his face.

"Good boy, Bailei."

'I fucking hate Mondays.'

Okay. So, that just happened. Um, if you liked this please like and comment. It encourages me to keep going tbh. Chapter 3 will be out next Saturday. But anyways, I feel like shit and need a long ass nap. Have a good day/night.