Disobedience

Chapter 16.1: American Hotdog

Kimberly Jane

"I'll be on my knees but I won't answer your question—-" I wasn't able to finish what I was going to say when he stood up in his full height and grabbed me by my throat. It didn't hurt the way he held me, but it sure made my pússy clench.  He pushed all the stuff off of my desk causing them to fall on the ground with a loud 'clanging' sound. I couldn't care less if somebody hears it, his dominance and aggression turns me on so much.

He bent me over and I rested my cheek on my own desk. I gasped when I heard a ripping sound, only for me to realize that it was my pencil skirt. Cool air then kissed my bare åss cheeks and sopping slit when he decided to harshly rip my underwear too! His hard body then pressed against my back as I felt his hot, minty breath fanning my ear.

"You keep on testing me, lying to me and now you're getting what you deserve." He growled in my ear. Embarrassingly enough, my clît pulsated.

He then moved away only for him to spread my åss cheeks for his view. He groaned like a starving animal as his gaze burnt my skin. I whimpered when he spit between my åss cheeks and then another shot of his hot saliva came down my slit.

"Elijah." Hindi ko maiwasang mapaungol nang maramdaman ko na ikinalat niya ang kanyang mainit na laway sa aking basang hiwa. I gasped when I felt his pointer finger slowly probing my hole. My fist balled as he started moving his finger.

"Tell me to fúcking stop right now if you don't want this to happen at all."

My eyes rolled back when he made a 'come-here' motion with his finger.

"Ahh, fúck, Elijah, please." I moaned again. Nobody is around my office to hear us since it's already past seven p.m. All the students are already in their dorms and professor offices usually get cleaned up by custodian services by six p.m.

"Stop moaning and tell me to stop what I'm doing, Kimberly." He commanded. My vågina walls clenching around his digit.

I know that this shouldn't be happening but I also know that an earthquake is quite literally the only probable reason why I would want him to stop.

"D-Don't stop." I admitted with burning cheeks.

"Beg me."

"Elijah, please don't stop."

He licked my earshell before he pressed a kiss on my cheek.

"That's what I fúcking thought, you needy disobedient brat." He growled in my ear. "You're gonna tell me what I want to fúcking know right now."

"No–ohhh, ahhh!"

He added another finger, bahagya akong napaigik dahil medyo mahapdi iyon. He then started mercilessly finger-fúcking me. My eyes crossed in so much pleasure, my hips moving as I started thrusting back, meeting his knuckles in desperation.

I wanted to stand up and kick him but he was holding me down on my own desk by his hard body. He then abruptly pulled his fingers out of me!

"You bastard, why did you stop?!"

"Tell me or you're not gonna come." He demanded.

My flesh quievered. My cheek is still resting on the wooden surface and so I could still see him lick his fingers that were inside of me.

"I-I have a deal with my father." I finally admitted as I felt that frustrating pressure built up in my lower belly. "I-It's a l-long story but I have to be in a relationship with Travis Montemayor or Omulsen or whatever the fúck his last name is. That's why if you look up my name on the internet, you'll see him associated with me."