His.
His.I was his.
He didn’t take it back. He didn’t look like he regretted a single word he had just spoken.
After placing my hand atop his that was fastened around my throat, I squeezed it gently and stared up at him. My p***y pounded in pleasure at the sound of my professor so recklessly admitting that I was his.
I All my fears from last night had flown out the f*****g window when his hand wrapped around the front of my throat and he had called me his. But I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction yet. He had to promise not to hurt anyone for me first.
Just as I was about to respond, someone jiggled the doorknob. Mr. Avery dropped his hand from my throat and stepped back, cutting his glare to the door. A kid from the next period opened the door and walked into the room.
Mr. Ave
