Page 54 of Make Me Learn
His hand rested momentarily on my reddened flesh, the stinging sensation fading into a lingering warmth as arousal pulsed through me. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, determined to demonstrate my ability to push through the distractions.
As I continued to read, the rhythm of my voice became my lifeline, anchoring me amidst the tempestuous storm of sensations. The words flowed from my lips, each syllable an act of defiance against the overwhelming passion threatening to consume me.
Ash remained behind me, his presence a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon me. With each passing sentence, I fought against the mounting tension, the increasing challenge of maintaining focus. But I refused to let it overpower me.
Then, another forceful slap landed against my ass, even harder than before. The sharp pain reverberated through my body, blending with pleasure and determination. My voice momentarily hitched again, but I pushed through, refusing to stumble or falter.
I could feel Ash's gaze on me, his eyes penetrating my soul. With every passing moment, I experienced a strange mix of vulnerability and empowerment. The pain entwined with pleasure, propelling me into a heightened state of awareness. My body and mind became acutely attuned to the words I was reading, the cadence of my voice carrying the weight of both knowledge and desire.
As I progressed through the assigned sections, I lost myself in the words, losing count of the times his harsh hand left its mark on my ass. My whole body trembled as I continued to read, teetering on the delicate line between pleasure and pain.
His fingers finally reached the spot where I was dripping and craving him. He pushed my underwear to the side, his fingers gliding along me from my clit to my entrance. "Mmm, I love how wet we make you, little Star. You're such a good girl for me."
My breath caught in my throat, and I stumbled over the words again when he thrust his fingers into my pussy, resulting in the hardest slap against my ass yet.
I stuttered as I forced myself to go back to reading while he lazily moved his fingers inside me. But it was a struggle to refocus my mind, and I received yet another slap before he withdrew his fingers from me.
The whimper that escaped me in response to the loss was truly pathetic, but before the sound even faded, his cock was buried deep inside me with one forceful thrust.
My hands gave out from under me, and I managed to catch myself on my elbows to avoid smashing my face into the book on the ground in front of me. A deep moan escaped me, and my pussy tightened around him. I was already so close to the edge.
"You're almost done, pet. Just a few more paragraphs," he groaned, wrapping a hand around my hair to pull my head up enough to read clearly. The brief flashes of pain from my hair made me clench even tighter around his cock.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. Did he seriously expect me to keep reading like this?
His hand landed hard on the fresh skin of my thigh, eliciting a soft cry from me before I stuttered out the words of the book again. His hand gently rubbed over my burning skin.
When I reached the end of the first paragraph, he pulled almost all the way out of my pussy before thrusting hard into me once more. I gasped and moaned, receiving another harsh slap in response.
I started again, and the sequence repeated as I reached the end of the second paragraph. I struggled and forced myself to get through the last paragraph, enduring two more slaps before completing the final sentence. My pussy throbbed around his hard cock, and I was so damn close to the edge.
He gripped my hair even tighter, using it to pull me further backward, arching my back painfully. The pain shot straight to my pussy, causing me to clench around him. Then, his warm breath tickled my ear, and he growled, "You're not about to cum without my permission, are you, my pet? You should know by now that you only cum when we say so."
He thrust into me again, his hips slapping against my tender ass cheeks and drawing another whimper from me.
I was on the brink of release.
He set a rough rhythm as our encounter intensified, each powerful thrust driving me closer to the edge. But suddenly, a sound broke through the pleasure and pain-induced haze. A knock on the door echoed in the room, followed by a voice calling out, "Professor Bennett? Are you in there?"
My heart raced in my chest, and panic gripped me until I realized the door was locked. Ash momentarily paused his movements, his body tense against mine. We both held our breath, frozen in that precarious moment. The voice persisted outside, and I heard the doorknob being jiggled in an attempt to gain entry.
My body surged with adrenaline, a wild mix of pleasure and vulnerability. Ash grabbed my hair tighter, his other hand pressing against my lips, silently commanding me to stay quiet.
Outside, the voice grew more demanding, accompanied by frustrated footsteps pacing back and forth. We teetered on the edge, risking exposure of our forbidden affair to an unwanted audience. Fear and excitement swirled inside me, heightening my arousal and sharpening my senses.
Ash locked eyes with me, urgency and determination emanating from his gaze. With a firm nod, he mouthed the words, "Not a sound." The message was crystal clear—we had to brave this storm together, keeping our cool and staying discreet.
As the unexpected visitor kept banging on the door, Ash cautiously resumed his movements. Each thrust was calculated, aimed at minimizing any sounds that could give us away. The combination of fear and excitement heightened the sensations coursing through me, magnifying my pleasure as we navigated this dangerous situation.
The voice outside grew fainter, fading away as the visitor seemingly gave up and walked away. A relieved sigh escaped my lips, muffled by Ash's fingers, as the tension in the room dissipated. We were granted a temporary break, but it served as a stark reminder of the risks we were taking.
Ash's movements regained their previous intensity, fueled by the near-exposure and the burning desire it had sparked. The urgency of our connection grew stronger as we made the most of our limited time, our bodies moving in sync, fueled by pleasure and insatiable need.
In the depths of my mind, I knew our encounter could get discovered at any second, adding a wild edge to our passion. Every touch, every thrust became filled with urgency and craving, like we were racing against time to reach the pinnacle of our shared lust.
He pulled his fingers away from my lips just to clamp his hand over my mouth, gripping my jaw tight.
My muffled moans and whimpers escaped into his palm as he pounded into me harder and faster. The mix of pleasure, pain, and the constant reminder to keep quiet cranked up the intensity of our connection.
