She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 400: The Dirty Professor (2)

Heena's legs quivered with each step as she trailed after Alex into the master bedroom. Her heart pounded fiercely enough to throb right in her throat.

This moment had finally arrived.

After all that teasing, the wine, the lewd display she'd performed for Lydia... Alex was claiming her all to himself.

Thrilling excitement clashed intensely with real terror.

That massive beast between his legs had already ravaged her mouth earlier that night. Her jaw continued to throb from the ruthless way it had forced her open.

How could she possibly manage his full length on her own? The idea made her thighs squeeze tight and her belly twist with jittery warmth.

She peeked back over her shoulder. Lydia remained rooted in place by the service cart, her eyes bulging with lust, staring as they vanished from view.

Their eyes connected for just an instant. Heena offered her a languid, sinful smirk... a mix of conquest and temptation.

'You were amusing to toy with,' she mused, 'but tonight... he's all mine.'

The sturdy bedroom door latched closed behind them with a gentle, conclusive click.

Alex spun to confront her, a savage, hunter's grin twisting his lips. City lights seeped through the expansive windows, etching stark shadows over his features and rendering him even more menacing.

"Now... my dear professor," he murmured, his tone deep and laced with menace, "you have nowhere left to run tonight."

Heena shuddered hard. A surge of heat swept through her frame.

Instinctively, she retreated a step until her knees nudged the rim of the enormous bed.

No escape remained.

Alex advanced on her deliberately, his stare fixed unwaveringly on hers.

His eyes roamed her figure... the minuscule sheer black skirt that concealed almost nothing. The translucent stockings clinging to her thighs, the lofty heels, the reading glasses resting on her nose, and the crimson tie swaying provocatively between her exposed breasts.

Heena stood exposed, breaths coming quick, utterly vulnerable beneath his intense gaze.

"Turn around," he commanded softly.

Without hesitation, she pivoted slowly. The brief hem lifted slightly to reveal the sleek swell of her rear and the fine lace edges of her stockings.

Alex pressed nearer until his body's warmth pressed against her back. His fingers skimmed the skirt's border, then delved beneath to grasp her naked ass with ownership.

"You’ve been such a naughty little professor tonight," he whispered heatedly into her ear. "Teasing me... flaunting yourself before strangers..."

Heena let out a soft whine as his fingers ventured between her legs and discovered her drenched state.

"I... I couldn’t help it, Sir," she gasped, sinking further into the persona.

Alex laughed lowly and landed a solid slap on her ass. The crisp noise rang through the silent room.

"Liar. You loved every second of it."

He struck the opposite cheek with more force, jolting her ahead.

"Ahh!"

Heena yelped, hands clenching the silk sheets tightly.

Her spine curved sharply, thrusting her ass upward toward him. The tiny skirt hiked fully, baring her sopping pussy and the sleek contours of her ass encircled by the sheer black stockings.

"Look at you," he went on, caressing the smarting flesh before another slap landed.

"Dressed like a slut in my suite. Stockings, heels, and this ridiculous scrap of a skirt that fails to hide your dripping cunt."

He drew nearer, his breath scorching her ear.

"Tell me, Professor... what kind of teacher dresses like this for her student?"

His pair of thick fingers glided through her wet folds, toying at her entrance without entering.

"Unless... you want to seduce him, hmm?"

His thumb orbited her engorged clit, pressing firmly enough to make her hips jerk eagerly.

"Please... Alex..." she groaned, grinding back into his touch.

He coiled the red tie around his fist like a rein and yanked her head backward steadily.

"Address me properly, Professor."

A desperate mewl slipped out. "Please... Sir."

"Good girl."

Alex grinned against her neck before thrusting two thick fingers deeply inside, hooking them precisely against her sweet spot.

Heena let out a piercing cry, her inner walls gripping his fingers hungrily as a shattered moan escaped her lips.

"Now tell me," he snarled into her ear, "have you been fantasizing about bending over your desk for your student? Wearing this pathetic little skirt so he could see how wet your cunt gets when you think about him?"

Heena moaned without restraint, thrusting back against his hand, craving more.

"Yes... Sir," she panted, her voice quivering with humiliation and desire. "I... I wanted to seduce you. I couldn’t stop thinking about your thick cock... even during class."

Alex chuckled ominously, obviously delighted.

"That’s right," he rumbled. "My dirty little professor has been aching to get fucked by her student."

His fingers kept scissoring deep within her drenched folds as his thumb circled her throbbing clit.

"Tell me, Professor... what should be done with a filthy teacher like you?"

Heena's breaths escaped in harsh pants, her thoughts clouded by raw desire, glasses sliding down her nose.

"Punish me, Sir..." she pleaded breathlessly.

"Punish me for failing as a teacher... for acting like such a dirty slut before my student."

A sinister smile twisted Alex’s lips.

"Hmm... and how should I punish you?" he questioned with feigned contemplation. "Should I punish this greedy little cunt... or should I tell your husband what a needy slut his wife has become? How she’s dripping wet and craving her student’s cock instead of his?"

The mention of husband struck her like a blow. Heena let out a sharp whimper, her pussy gripping his fingers tightly as shame and desire warred within her.

"I’ll accept whatever you choose, Sir..." she gasped out, her voice trembling in total submission.

"Please... use me however you want."

Alex’s tone grew even deeper, lewd and authoritative.

"Good girl. You’re being so obedient tonight." His fingers plunged harder into her, faster and deeper.

"Let’s start with your cunt then... I’m going to punish this sloppy, cheating pussy until you can’t even remember your husband’s name."

Heena cried out in a loud moan, her whole body quivering as Alex’s fingers thrust relentlessly into her.

Her tiny skirt bunched pointlessly at her waist, stockings pulled taut over quaking thighs, the red tie gripped in his fist like a leash.

She lay utterly under his control... and never had she felt so vibrantly alive.