Page 30 of Tempt Me

“Oh fuck. Good girl,” he practically purred.

I switched the setting on the showerhead, the pressure building in my stomach and the water pumping harder.

“Fuck, Professor. I am going to come!”

I was so close, and then I felt it, a touch in the darkness locked onto my hand, and pressed the shower head so hard on my clit,angling it to blast right onto that spot inside my pussy. His voice was a whispered growl in my ear.

“That’s it. Let it out. Show your professor how that wet little cunt comes from thinking of me destroying that fucking body.”

The pulses hit, racking my whole being. The spray of the water matched the pace of my release, the continuation of the waves going on and on with the help of his voice. ‘Don’t you fucking stop because I won’t stop. I will keep going until you can’t breathe.’

“Oh my god!” The sensations overwhelmed me, my fear, confusion, pleasure, and absolute surrender possessing me completely.

The hand disappeared, his voice fading on the last pull of my orgasm. His words were a haunting promise in the darkness.

“No God here, Little Voyeur,” I heard echoing around the bathroom walls. “Just the devil who is going to break you. Can you run, Fallon?”

I screamed, bumping into the wall in the darkness, trying to find my footing and the damn door. I was soaking wet in more ways than one.

It took me a pathetic amount of scooting to get my body to stand in front of the bathroom entrance. The door was slightly open, and I knew I had closed it. My heart was pounding, and I ran through the hallway, throwing open any door I encountered.

I saw nothing, and no other light in the house was off. Running outside, not bothering to grab a towel, I started smacking bushes, looking for an intruder. I was hitting ferns and scaring birds…not slapping a hot, devilish stalking professor.

Okay, Fallon. You are fucking outside. Naked. Calm down.

I steadied my breathing. I was an idiot. My professor would not have come to my house or gone into my bathroom…

My mind was swirling with thoughts. I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone until I heard a man clear his throat. I yipped and stared atthe tuxedoed man in front of me. He was covering his eyes and looking away.

“Uh, miss? Where are your—” He gestured at my so very naked frame.

I jumped into the fern I had beat the shit out of a few seconds ago. The scratchy thing was poking my vagina and ass hole, and I felt like it was a punishment for my aggressive search.

“Uh. I apologize! Gio, isn’t it? There was uh…” I looked around at the birds flying around the windows and trees surrounding my bedroom.

“A bird,” I blurted a bit too loudly. “I was chasing a bird out of the house.”

It wasn’t the dumbest of stories.

The old man took off his suit jacket and offered it to me. He was a nice Spanish man, and I didn’t know how he had gotten saddled with a dickhead like Ferdinand. It made me sad. The few times I met him, he was always the kindest man.

“Thank you, Gio.”

He didn’t look at me but smiled, giving a thumbs up.

“I will let you get dressed, Miss Summers, and then I shall present you the gift from your Mr. Grosvenor.”

I forced a smile for the likable old dude and hurried back inside. I didn’t think about my outfit, throwing on a dress, skipping underwear and a bra. I didn’t have time, and I didn’t want Gio to report back to Ferdinand that I was exposed and late.

Finally dressed, I dashed back toward the front door, snatching my keys and locking up this time. I was so late for class. I’d already missed half of them, and now I could only make a few.

“Here you are, Miss Summers.” Gio accepted his jacket back. He smiled and then handed me a gift box.

I bit my lip in anticipation, lifting the white paper a fraction to try to peek inside. Gio was smiling bigger now, clearly knowing whatever horrors were awaiting inside this damned box. I sighed and opened it up, if not just to make him happy.

“Oh…wow,” I said through clenched teeth. The robotic smile was easy to plaster on my face.

“It is quite lovely, isn’t it?” Gio beamed proudly.