(POV: Luke)
The sound of the knocking on the door was like a bucket of ice water—not in the sense of discouraging me, but rather bringing me back to the reality of the game. Margaret, on the other hand, collapsed instantly. Her body, which seconds before had been surrendered to orgasm and my spasms, now trembled with pure terror. I knew exactly what was going through her mind: being caught having sex with a student on campus was the end of the line. The end of her career, her dignity, everything.
I withdrew from her without ceremony and adjusted my pants with cold agility.
“Hide under the desk. Now,” I ordered, keeping my voice low and sharp.
She looked at me with wide eyes, her face still flushed with pleasure, completely lost.
“What? Luke, he’ll know… he might come in…”
“Go!” I said, pointing to the gap under the mahogany desk.
She had no choice but to obey. Margaret crawled under the desk, huddling like a cornered animal. I sat in her chair, feeling the residual heat her body had left on the leather, and turned on the computer monitor that was in sleep mode.
“The password, Margaret. Fast,” I whispered, looking down.
“190584…” she replied with a thin thread of a voice, coming from the darkness under the desk.
I unlocked the system and opened the first budget spreadsheets I saw on the desktop. I created the perfect scenario: an intern focused on work. I walked to the door and opened it with an expression of professional neutrality.
I came face to face with a middle-aged man, with grey hair at the temples and an air of someone who runs the department. He looked impatient.
“Yes? Do you need something?” I asked, blocking part of the view of the room.
“I was looking for Professor Margaret,” he said, measuring me up and down with suspicion. “Who are you?”
“She isn’t in at the moment,” I replied without hesitation. “I’m her intern. I’m organizing some spreadsheets and the database here on the computer while she handles an external administrative matter.”
The guy huffed but accepted the explanation.
“Well, maybe you can help me. You can’t sign the document for her, but I need you to email me some files right now. It’s for the council report; it can’t wait.”
Before I could stop him, the man entered the room. He didn’t ask for permission; he simply pushed past me with the typical arrogance of someone who feels they own the place. My blood ran cold for a split second—not out of fear, but because of his audacity. He walked toward the desk where Margaret was hidden, just inches away from her knees.
In a swift move, I overtook him and threw myself into Margaret’s chair, occupying the center of the desk and blocking any view of the space below.
“Sir, I’m very sorry, but I cannot let anyone else touch her computer or access the files directly,” I said, my tone now firmer, almost defiant. “These are her strict orders regarding academic data privacy.”
“I’m with the department, young man,” he retorted, stopping in front of me.
“I understand, but I am the one responsible for this computer today,” I gave a cynical smile, sitting back in a more relaxed manner. “Sit in the chair across from me, please. I’ll contact her right now via message to confirm which files I can release to you.”
He hesitated but eventually gave in and sat in the visitor’s chair, exactly on the other side of the desk. I took out my phone and started typing, pretending to send an urgent message. Meanwhile, I looked down between my legs, meeting Margaret’s terrified eyes under the desk. I gave a silent visual signal, asking permission for what would come next, while keeping her there, a prisoner of my silence and the danger.
Under the table, in the dim light, I could see Margaret’s face perfectly. Her eyes were bulging, but when she realized I was in control, her lips moved slowly and articulately. I read every word: she was giving me permission and indicating the names of the files I should look for to get that intruder out of there as quickly as possible.
“Ah, here it is. She just replied to me,” I said aloud, looking at the man in front of me with a cynicism he would never perceive. “She said the files are in the guidelines folder.”
But I wasn’t going to let that situation pass without one last test of power. An audacious, dangerous, and exciting idea sprouted in my mind. While Margaret’s colleague adjusted his glasses, waiting for me to operate the computer, I moved my hand to my waist. With a slow and silent movement, I unbuckled my belt.
I saw Margaret’s eyes tremble down there. She knew what was coming. I opened the zipper and freed my cock, which was still pulsing from the interrupted fuck. The front panel of the desk was wide enough to hide everything from the grey-haired man, but for Margaret, I was offering the final banquet.
I gave a discrete smile to her under the table, a silent command that admitted no refusal. Begin.
Margaret froze for a second, the terror of being discovered fighting against the submission I had carved into her soul all day. But the hesitation was short-lived. I saw her small, trembling hand reach out in the darkness, her fingers wrapping around my cock with a desperate delicacy.
“Right, the first file…” the man began, consulting a paper. “It’s the ‘Council_Report_Jan_26’.”
“Understood. Typing…” I replied with a perfectly steady voice, even though I felt the heat of her mouth envelop me.
As my fingers hammered the keys in the search tab, Margaret began the work. The damp heat of her tongue against the head of my cock hit me like an electric shock. I could feel the vibration of her throat as she tried not to make a sound—the Herculean effort to maintain suction while one of her superiors sat less than a meter away, talking about academic bureaucracy.
“Found the first one,” I said, clicking the icon with one hand while the other lightly squeezed the edge of the desk. “What’s the next one?”
The man kept talking, oblivious to the fact that, under the desk where he rested his arms, his department colleague was on her knees, surrendered to a depravity he would never dare imagine.
The man dictated the name of the second file in that monotonous bureaucratic voice, while Margaret, under the table, intensified the rhythm. She used her tongue in such a technical and deep way that I felt my muscles contract. I let out a low sigh through my teeth, a sound I disguised as slight fatigue from the “work” on the computer, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen while my fingers feigned agility on the keyboard.
Suddenly, the man wrinkled his nose, sniffing the air with a doubtful expression.
“Do you smell that?” he asked, leaning slightly forward. “There’s a strange smell in the air… something… strong.”
I knew exactly what it was. It was the scent of lust, the trail of her orgasm that still permeated the room, and the scent of my own arousal. Margaret stopped instantly, frozen with my cock still inside her mouth, her body tense as a piano wire. I felt the heat of her nervous breath against my skin.
“Oh, that?” I replied without hesitation, letting out a short, casual laugh. “My apologies, sir. I ended up opening a lunch container that didn’t look very good, and the smell got trapped in here. You know how it is, Professor Margaret sometimes pushes me hard in the internship, and I end up having to have lunch right here at the desk to keep up with everything.”
The man let out a dry chuckle, convinced by the lie.
“That sounds like her. Margaret was always demanding with deadlines. Well, try to air it out later.”
I felt Margaret’s body relax under the table upon hearing that the immediate danger had passed. She went back to work with renewed vigor, perhaps driven by the adrenaline of the near-catch. The blowjob stretched on for long minutes as we navigated through the remaining files. I had to dig my nails into the palm of my hand, fighting against the climax that threatened to explode in her mouth with every stronger suction. It was a delicious torture: keeping my voice steady to answer about spreadsheets while Margaret pushed me to the absolute limit.
Finally, I clicked “send” on the fifth and final file.
“Done, sir. Everything duly sent to your email,” I said, closing the tabs with a hand I was struggling not to let tremble.
“Excellent work, young man. Margaret is lucky to have such an efficient intern,” he said, standing up and adjusting his blazer. “I have nothing else to do here. Tell her I appreciate the speed.”
He walked to the door without looking back, focused on his own problems. The sound of the door latch closing and his footsteps fading down the hallway was the green light we needed.
Silence returned to the room, but the tension was now purely erotic. I looked down, seeing Margaret still on her knees, her eyes shining in the shadows under the desk, waiting for my next command.
As soon as the man’s footsteps vanished down the hallway, I signaled for Margaret to come out from under the desk. She emerged slowly, fixing her disheveled hair, her face still marked by the effort and the adrenaline.
“That was close, Luke… very close,” she whispered, breathless, trying to recover a dignity that had already been lost hours ago.
I didn’t answer with words. My eyes traveled down her legs and I noticed the damp glint still trickling down, tracing a shiny path along the inside of her thighs. All that danger, the imminence of being caught, hadn’t scared her enough to cut off her desire; on the contrary, she was more aroused than ever.
Without further ado, I grabbed the fabric of her skirt and pulled it up again, surprising her. I knew that, despite everything, Margaret hadn’t yet reached her final peak with me inside her at that moment.
“Sit,” I ordered, tapping my own thigh while I still occupied her chair.
After everything we had been through that afternoon, Margaret didn’t question. There was a hungry submission in her movements. She pulled the red lace of her panties to the side, exposing herself completely, and positioned herself between my legs. She rested both hands on my thighs, seeking balance, as I guided my cock to the entrance of that pussy pulsing with expectation.
She lowered her hips with everything she had. The sound of the deep, wet penetration filled the silence of the room. Margaret let out a long gasp, burying her nails in my skin as she filled herself. We began a frantic rhythm right there, on her leather chair. Every time she went down, I saw her ample ass being crushed against my groin, the contrast of her skin against my trousers an obscene sight.
I couldn’t resist. I raised my hand and delivered a hard slap, a dry crack that echoed off the walls of the room, marking the fair skin of that buttock. Margaret contorted, letting out a muffled moan, the pleasure of pain mixing with that of penetration.
We continued to savor each other in that savage rhythm, the scent of sex dominating the environment that previously smelled of books and coffee. I felt her every contraction, every tight inch pulling me to the edge. When I felt I couldn’t last another second, I held her firmly by the hips and, in a powerful and deep spurt, I let everything go inside her.
Margaret collapsed against my chest, her body trembling in final spasms as I finished filling her. I waited a few seconds, feeling both our pulses slow down. Slowly, I withdrew my cock, and before the excess could escape, I pulled the red panties back into place, trapping my cum inside her.
I stood up, adjusting my clothes with the calm of someone who had just given a successful lecture. Margaret was still in ecstasy, with a lost look, leaning against the desk. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, feeling the heat still emanating from her skin:
“Now you take this with you. I want you to carry my cum in there, kept by your panties, until you get home. Understood?”
Margaret gave a slight nod, a silent confirmation that she accepted the final command. Before crossing the door, I pulled her into one last kiss, tasting her and the urgency that still hung in the air. I pulled away and watched her for a moment; she was already beginning the Herculean effort of fixing her clothes, trying to reconstruct the image of the respectable professor the campus knew.
“I need to go,” I said, with a corner-smile. “But don’t worry. I’ll make an effort to think of something even better for next time.”
Margaret shot me a look heavy with expectation, a mixture of fear and desire for what I might still invent. I left the room without looking back, hearing the click of the lock being turned from the inside.
Walking down the hallway, I noticed the clock showed nearly five in the afternoon. The sun was starting to set, casting long shadows through the university windows. I reached the parking lot, got into the car, and the first thing I did was grab a bottle of perfume from the glove compartment. I sprayed myself generously to mask the unmistakable scent of sex that permeated my skin and clothes.
I had no intention of going home. The adrenaline of what happened with Margaret still ran through my veins, but my mind was already on the next goal. I started the engine and left the campus, taking the main road. My destination was the upscale area of the city, toward Vanessa’s imposing mansion. The day was far from over.
Upon arrival, I noticed the mood at the mansion was different today. Normally, the gate would open automatically, a silent sign that Vanessa was monitoring my steps and waiting for me. But this time, I was stopped by the metal structure and the impersonal voice of the security guard on the intercom.
“I’m here to see Vanessa,” I said, keeping my cool, though the delay irritated me.
“Miss Vanessa is not at the residence, sir,” the gatekeeper replied dryly.
That wasn’t in my plans, but I believe I’ve hit the jackpot.
“Then tell Mr. Artem that Luke is here and wishes to speak with him.”
There was a brief moment of silence while the security guard communicated with the main house. Shortly after, the click of the gate unlocking echoed and the bars slid open. I drove up the gravel path to the usual spot and, as I got out of the car, I came across a familiar face. Dimitri was already waiting for me with his rigid posture and the look of someone who sees everything but says nothing.
We exchanged a brief and formal greeting. Dimitri wasn’t a man of many words, and I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries either. He just pointed the way with a tilt of his head, and I followed him.
Entering that mansion after what I had done in Margaret’s office was a bizarre contrast. The scent of luxury, old wood, and power was very different from the scent of sweat and desire I had left behind. Dimitri led me through the immense marble hallway to the double oak doors of Artem’s office. He opened the door for me, and I entered, feeling the weight of the old master’s gaze.
