Chapter 187/Absolute Obedience to Your Master’s Body

Chapter 187: 187/Absolute Obedience to Your Master’s Body

Chapter 187

Stephanie’s point of view

I whipped my head around, tears stinging my eyes from the sheer embarrassment of being caught, only to find him standing at the threshold. He stood at his full, imposing height, his black shirt stretching tight over the contours of his broad, muscular chest.

His sharp gray eyes gleamed with a mysterious, dark, and strict intensity.

He locked his piercing gaze onto my body sprawled provocatively across his bed, before his eyes shifted knowingly toward the cologne bottle sitting on his dresser, noticeably moved from where he had left it.

I swallowed hard, a painful lump forming in my throat as my cheeks burned a crimson red. "P-Professor Thorne..." I stammered, my voice breaking. "I’m so sorry, I... I just wanted to..."

He didn’t say a single word to calm me. Instead, he closed the wooden door behind him with agonizing slowness and advanced toward me with deliberate, heavy, and measured steps that made my heart beat like a war drum against my ribs. He stopped right at the edge of the bed, leaning his massive frame down until he was level with my trembling face. The vibrant scent of his cologne mingled with his hot breath, fanning against my skin.

He trailed his eyes down to my lips with a teasing, agonizing slowness while inhaling the last of his cigarette. Then, he spoke in that deep, gravelly voice that sent a hot shiver rippling through my entire body. "I see you’ve enjoyed the scent of my room and my sheets, Stephanie... so much so that you forgot to dress and stayed naked in that towel."

I dropped my head in burning shame, my nails digging into the cloth to keep myself covered. "I was... I was just feeling a bit dizzy and weak from the hot water, so I lay down to rest for a few minutes."

His long, warm fingers wrapped under my chin in a swift, commanding motion that brooked no refusal. He forced my head up, compelling me to stare into the depths of his blue eyes, which were now burning with dark desire and a ruthless, unyielding possessiveness.

He spoke in a low hiss that filled my ears. "Don’t you fucking lie in the presence of your master and teacher. Your wandering eyes and your body trembling with excitement on my pillow tell me the absolute truth. You weren’t dizzy at all... you were thinking about and wishing for the exact thing my mind is thinking about doing to you right now."

My breath hitched in rapid, shallow gasps as the heat of his massive body crowded closer, erasing any distance between us on the bed. His warm hand slid up from my chin, tangling slowly into the damp strands of my red hair from behind. He gripped my head in a firm, dominant, and powerful hold, leaving me absolutely no room to retreat even an inch.

He leaned his entire weight over me until I felt the solid pressure of his broad chest crushing my trembling breasts. Then, he slammed his lips onto mine in a violent, sweeping, and deep kiss that invaded my mouth. It dripped with a dark, possessive hunger, as if he were punishing me for my lie and my audacity in his room. His hot, ragged breaths tore into my throat while my fingers unconsciously tangled into the back of his black shirt, surrendering completely to his icy authority that melted all my defenses and pride.

A low growl of passion and lust rumbled in his chest. His other hand slid down with a familiar, strict boldness toward the weak knot of the black towel resting over my chest. With a single, swift, and practiced flick of his wrist, he jerked the knot free. The towel gave way, sliding completely off my body onto the bed, leaving my pale, naked skin exposed to the searing mark of his hungry blue gaze.

He tilted his head with a masculine edge, parting his lips from mine by just a few centimeters to whisper near my ear, a low hiss that made my naked limbs go completely rigid. "You wished for me to fuck you violently on this very bed and strip you of your virginity tonight... didn’t you? Your naked body and your heaving chest are screaming it right in front of me."

I threw my head back onto the pillow, broken whimpers tearing from my dry throat under his lethal touch and gaze. "Professor Thorne... please..." I pleaded weakly, completely surrendered to the peak of longing and lust.

"Please what?" he asked with a cruel, intoxicating tenderness. His large, searing palm slid down my bare stomach with absolute possession, settling heavily and hot between my thighs, which parted completely for him. He pressed the meat of his palm firmly against my soaking pussy, tracing my clit in slow, expert, circular motions that made my hips arch upward instinctively.

He watched my ruin and desire with dark amusement and total ownership. "Do I stop now and leave you, or do I give you your first and final lesson tonight in absolute obedience to your master’s body?"

I shook my head frantically in surrender, overwhelmed by the searing pleasure his palm had been radiating between my thighs. Every last scrap of my pride evaporated, and I gasped, my voice husky and dripping with submission. "Yes... yes, Professor, I want you... I want you to touch me and take everything... please, fuck me here."

A slow, cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips, though his blue eyes remained frozen in that terrifying, glacial stillness. Suddenly, with a swift movement I never saw coming, he yanked his burning hand away entirely and pulled his towering frame back, standing tall beside the bed with chilling indifference.

My naked body spasmed from the sudden, jarring deprivation. I stared up at him, my eyes wide and unfocused, filled with shock and a crushing sense of defeat as I struggled to catch my ragged breath.

He adjusted his black shirt with steady, precise fingers, looking down at me with an expression dripping in sadism, clearly savoring my torture. He spoke in a voice that was deathly quiet, his gravelly tone hitting me like a physical blow. "You aren’t ready to receive this lesson yet, Stephanie. That overwhelming desire to be touched by your master will stay trapped inside you, gnawing at your insides all night long a simple punishment for your lies and your pathetic attempt to hide the truth from me back at the office."

I curled in on myself in pure anguish, my trembling hands clutching the edges of the black towel to cover my body, which was now shivering from the ache of deprivation. I whispered, my voice thick with unshed tears, "Professor Thorne... please... don’t do this to me."