More Than Ever

I didn't really know what he meant by 'cuck,' but I assumed he planned to somehow torture Dex by tapping into his feelings for me, his possessiveness or jealousy. He clearly didn't understand that the feelings were one sided. This was just a game.

To everyone it seemed but me. I was in love with the man I always desired. And I would do anything for just a small part of his life. No matter how much hurt it would cause when he left.

"That's what you want. To become a cuckhold. Right, Dexter?" The professor asked.

"Yes, sir. I want you to have what's mine," Dex said softly. "Please."

"He begs so pretty. Doesn't he, baby girl?"

I didn't know what to say to that.

"Everything he does is attractive," I replied truthfully. Not having to see his reaction allowed me that confidence.

"Incredibly," Professor Hilliard agreed as he stood up in front of me. His fingers started to glide up from my knees over my thighs. Then he placed his hands on my bare waist. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?"

"Y-yes, daddy," I said, as I examined his face up close. He was definitely handsome. Any signs of aging were minimal.

It was also the first time I had seen him standing this close. He must have been close to 6'4" as I had to crane my neck to see his intense, soulful blue eyes.

This is supposed to be a bit of side fun. I'm not supposed to get a crush on this incredibly naughty professor.

"I'm so glad, baby. You know that this is going to make Dexter and I very happy. You want to please him, yes?"

"Yes, I do," I nodded. "And you too, daddy," I added, hoping those words would please both men.

"Aw, please me? Such a good girl you brought me, Dexter," the professor brought his right hand up to my upturned face. He smoothed back some stray hairs, then traced my jaw to my chin.

His lips came down to my own. The kiss was very soft. His lips were there and then gone. Only to return again to linger their minty flavor on my lips.

I returned the kiss with a little more pressure. My own right hand cupped his stubbled cheek.

His tongue lightly ghosted over my top lip. My lips parted slightly to allow him entry. My own tongue slid along his and curled up like a kitten as it reached the tip.

His hand caressed up my cheek and found my hairline. His fingers spread and combed through my hair to the back of my head.

The professor pulled my head closer to his to deepen the kiss as his other hand skimmed up from my waist to lightly cup my breast. His thumb flicked over my hard nipple.

His muscular body stepped in a bit closer so that no air existed between us. His dress pants must have been getting wet from pushing against my drenched core.

Dr Hilliard ended the kiss but kept my head trapped in his hand. "Daddy wants to savor you, baby," he said over my lips. "Dexter, bring her to my house tomorrow night. When I'm inside her for the first time, I intend to make her forget who owns her."

"Yes, sir," Dex responded as I heard him stand from his chair.

The professor stepped back and handed me my shirt. "Such a shame to cover you up," he said, as I pulled the shirt over my breasts.

He extended his hand and helped me off his desk. He straightened my skirt and smoothed my hair.

The professor leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to make you love me, too. You will never want to let me go. And I won't let you."

I gasped a little. He wanted something more permanent? With me?

That's silly. We just met. And I could barely call it a very revealing meeting - well, besides my body.

Dex came over to take my elbow. I looked up into his eyes. It was the first time seeing him in the room since I had turned his way early on.

His face was unreadable. He didn't seem happy or angry. But the rest of his body told another story. His cock was straining against his jeans' fly and his free hand was fisted.

***

Our walk to the car had been silent. Once we were ensconced in the dark interior I waited for him to start the engine. But he didn't even move to insert the key.

"Dex?" I spoke quietly. "Are you okay?"

I watched him stare straight ahead, his hands moved to the steering wheel and gripped it tightly.

"Yes," he replied between clenched teeth. Suddenly he started the car and tore out of the near empty lot.

"Are you mad at me, Dex?" I asked after a few minutes.

Dex scoffed a little, keeping his eyes on the road. "Mad? At you?"

"Y-yes...? Or is it worse..."

"Much worse," he said, as we approached the intersection near his apartments.

"I-I thought that..."

"We will speak inside, Irene," he said curtly, not allowing question.

We parked in front of his building and went to his apartment.

I felt like crying. I knew this was a bad idea. And now he doesn't want anything to do with me. He hasn't spoken a word since we entered the apartment and I knew his first words would be telling me to leave.

"Dex, please talk...I can go..." I was trying to say as he marched into his bedroom. "Dex! Please..." I started before he turned to look down at me. His look was so cold.

I felt the first warm tear fall down my cheek. I wanted to beg at his feet to forgive me, but I was too scared to move from the spot he pinned me to with his green eyes.

"Irene," he hissed out between his teeth.

Before I knew how to process what was happening, he picked me up and held me against a closed closet door. His mouth was on mine as my legs squeezed around his hips.

My exposed pussy was being roughly ground on by a denim covered cock. I could feel him pulling at his button fly as the kiss became feral.

It only took seconds before he was thrusting inside me. Our bodies were banging the closet door as he pound into me. It was as though he could not get close enough. As though he needed me to feel every inch, every bit of pain and pleasure. As if he was tattooing my body with his own.

While he pummeled my cunt, my entire body was humming, lightening shooting from my center out to my extremities. I curled around him as I came undone, holding him as he ruthlessly slammed inside.

Then his cock pulsed and he bit my shoulder. His fingers were bruising and his pelvis ground down hard as he rode out his pleasure.

He was panting as he helped me to my feet. We remained silent as he undressed me and encouraged me to get under the comforter. He then removed his clothing, turned off the light, and slid in beside me.

He arranged us so we were spooning under the covers, his mouth near my ear, arms encircling body and legs entwined.

"I love you, Irene," he whispered and kissed my sore shoulder where he had bitten me. "Please never leave me."

The tears I had left unshed resurfaced in the quiet of the room. But now they were happy tears.

"Never," I promised. "I'll never leave you." I meant it. This man hung the sun, stars and moon of my world. Leaving him would be like living in darkness. Although being with him also carried a bit of darkness.