On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

Four Rules

Chapter Eleven

Thalina

"Thalina, what are you doing?" I've asked myself this question a thousand times since I left his office that day, yet I can't stop drowning in thoughts of him.

Every single time he stood there, lecturing, I tried to focus on his words, but all I could focus on was him. Just him.

My eyes kept drifting to that tantalizing outline in his pants. The way his body filled his clothes, how every muscle seemed to strain beneath his shirt- he had no idea how much control it took to sit there, and not lose it completely. How hard it was to not beg him to f**k me in the presence of the entire class.

The front row had now became my favorite place, though not for the reason it used to be.

Usually, I sat there to follow the lessons better, but now... now, it was so I could watch him up close. So I could see every movement, every twitch of his jaw, every flex of his hands, but most of all, so I could catch that perfect view of his bulge. That slight outline of his c**k pressed against the fabric of his pants sent a jolt of heat straight between my thighs. It was impossible to focus on anything else.

My panties were soaked, almost embarrassingly so, every time I sat in his class.

Stop it. You shouldn't be thinking about this. He's your professor. This is wrong. I kept telling myself that, over and over again. But it didn't matter. The thoughts wouldn't leave.

They swarmed my mind, teasing me, torturing me.

It reminded me of something my wolf-genesis teacher had once said back in high school. One of the unique characteristics of wolves was their ever-present desire, their constant hunger. She said the craving for touch, for connection, for s*x-it was insatiable. I never truly understood what she meant until now.

And the worst part? I didn't want to stop. I didn't want the thoughts to go away. I wanted him. Even more, I wanted him to take me. To claim me. To make me his.

God! I so much desired him, his touch, his… c**k!

I tried to stop myself from going to his house. I really did. I paced back and forth in my room, telling myself all the reasons why it was a bad idea. Why I should stay far away from him. But my body wouldn’t listen, not with the way my p***y clenches and drips just with the thought of him. My wolf was restless, pushing me to make the move I couldn’t resist. Before I knew it, I was out the door, his address burning in my mind.

Thank goodness I did.

Because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here in his living room, pinned against his chest, our lips locked in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. Sometimes I was glad what happened with Fenris did, because if it didn’t, how would I have gotten to know that a kiss could be this good? This blissful?

His hands were everywhere on my body—touching, gripping, squeezing, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. Even with that, he kept pulling me closer, as though he couldn’t get enough. And I loved it! I f*****g loved it! The way his hard c**k pushed against my stomach… f**k! I was f*****g wet.

His breath was rough against my lips, and I could feel the raw need radiating off him. I knew there was the longing and desire behind all that toughness. He wanted me.

He pulled back suddenly, his eyes dark and wild as he stared down at me with lust and hunger. “You’re driving me insane, little girl,” he growled, his voice echoing loud in my ears.

I barely had a chance to catch my breath or even reply him before his mouth was on mine again, fiercer this time, like he was devouring me whole. I quivered.

His hand slid down, grabbing a fistful of my ass, squeezing so hard that I gasped against his lips. His finger dug into my ass, and instead of pain, all I felt was pleasure, and more wave of wetness rolling down my legs.

Then his other hand went on my boobs, kneading, teasing until I felt like I was going to explode from the sheer intensity of it all.

God! What was he doing to me? My body was like it was on fire. So hot, so intense.

I could feel the overwhelming hunger behind his kiss. Not just passion, but also desperation. Like he needed this as much as I did, and nothing in the world could stop him from taking it. I knew that! I knew he was going to give in.

His lips crushed mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, claiming every inch like he couldn’t get enough. Even I couldn’t get enough. I kissed him back with just the same vigor and passion.

Every kiss felt like a battle, his dominance clear, and it made me weak in the knees, melting into him completely.

I moaned softly, arching into his touch as his hands roamed through my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me even closer until I could feel the hardness of him pressing against my dripping cunt, and I knew, in that moment, there was no going back.

He suddenly pulled back, his breath hot and heavy as he stared into my eyes with that look. That look of admiration, desire, and something else that made my whole body tremble. I had never been looked that way before.

His gaze was so intense, it was as if he could see straight through me, and I wanted more—needed more. I wished he could see that too.

“What do you want?” he asked. His thumb brushed against my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. I shook again.

“I want you… to make love to me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but I knew he heard every word.

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Oh, little girl…” He raised four fingers in front of me, my eyes widening in confusion. “There are four things you need to know before we go any further. Four rules.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing hard in my chest as he continued.

“One,” he started, lowering one finger. “I don’t make love. I f**k. Hard. Fast. Rough.”

I gasped silently, a thrill of anticipation shooting through me as though he had just voiced exactly what I had secretly craved. I spent the last few days after the encounter in his office, day dreaming of how he’d take me, and he was saying it just the same way.

My heart pounded in my chest as I nodded slightly. “What’s the second?” I asked, my voice a bit shaky.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You have to give yourself to me. Completely. And once you do, you don’t get to stop. Not until I say so.”

I felt a moment of fear, a slight tremble in my stomach at the thought of giving up all control, but then again… who would want to stop? Who would want to put an end to all these? The idea of all that pleasure, of him controlling every bit of it—it sent a rush through me.

“Does that mean we get to f**k more often?” I wasn’t sure I could ask that, but I did anyway.

He smirked, cupping my face. “More often than you can take it.”

My stomach fluttered. It was what I want. I nodded again. “And three?” I managed to ask.

“No one can know about this. Not your friends, not anyone. It’s our dirty little secret.” His fingers traced down the side of my neck, making me weak to the knees. I barely managed a nod, already lost in the idea of being his little secret.

How great would that be? I just couldn’t wait for it.

I took a deep breath, almost scared to ask, but I needed to know. “And the fourth?”

His eyes darkened as he leaned back slightly, studying me. “I have a room,” he said, his voice growing low and dangerous. “It’s called the submission cage. In there, I could ruin you, mould back your pieces, and ruin you again. I get to do what I want with you.”

I gulped again, my mind reeling at the possibilities. Submission cage? The words sent a shock of excitement through me, making my whole body tingle. I was scared, and I was sure he saw that, I couldn’t hide it. “Rui…n me?” I stuttered.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening into mine. “What are your experiences with s*x? What do you like? What don’t you like?”

My heart thudded, and I felt my cheeks heat up immediately. I hadn’t expected the question, and the truth was… I didn’t know. I wasn’t experienced, not like I should be, not like I seem to be. “I... I wouldn’t know that…” I stammered, biting my lip as I saw confusion flicker across his face. His eyebrows furrowed, and I scrambled to clear it up.

“I… I… I…” My voice caught in my throat, the words refusing to come out. I couldn’t say it. As much as it was a great thing back in my pack to be a virgin at the age I was, it felt so embarrassing saying that to him. What’d he think of me? A novice? Would that make him change his mine to make me his little secret as he said?

“You’re a virgin?” he cut in, in a much softer tone now, a hint of surprise lacing his words, as he stepped closer to me.

I hesitated at first, unsure of what would come after he realizes I was exactly what he asked. Then I nodded slowly, feeling my face burn with embarrassment. His eyes widened, and for the first time, I saw real surprise in his expression.

“Unbelievable!” He voiced.