Nathan

"Another body was found last night by Institute Woods, just outside of Brown University." The news reporter on the television reads. "The woman was found in the early hours of the morning with her heart cut from her chest and left by the side of her head. The police suspect the Serial Killer, known as Casanova, is now moving further into the surrounding area." Tears well up in the news reporter's eyes, as myself and the students watch clips from police footage. "Juliet Jones went missing three nights ago from the town of Glen Mills and has been missing until the discovery of her body."

I press the button on the TV remote, placing it back on the table and turning to face the class. "So," I lean back against the desk as every student focuses back to me. I try my hardest not to look at Ashley for too long either, the tension between us is utterly palpable and I need to keep that to a minimum in class. "What do we know so far about the person doing all these killings?" A student puts his hand up. "Yes."

"Usually, he leaves the bodies in the town that he kidnaps the women from. So, he's brave. Not afraid of getting caught."

"Maybe a god complex?" The girl next to him jumps in. "Sees himself as untouchable."

"Maybe he wants to be caught." The first student interrupts.

"How so?" I question, clasping my hands in front of me and tilting my head.

"Think about it, he usually kills randomly, in different towns and always the same kind of girl. This one, it was messy, in a forest, close to a university. Maybe he's spiralling."

Ashley scoffs from the front row.

"Something to add, Miss Porter?"

"He's not spiralling nor did something scare him." Her smug little smile causes me to bite the inside of my cheek. She's so fucking sexy, sitting there in a tight white tank, and ripped denim jeans.

Her long, toned legs are stretched out under the table and crossed at the ankle. She's not wearing a bra today, so the peaks of her nipples cause the ribbed, cotton fabric to stretch over each one.

I look at her and smirk. "Explain." Leaning forward onto the desk she rests her forearms on the table. Her breasts pooling to the top of the vest as she speaks.

"Someone like him, doesn't spiral. He's evolving. He dates the women for three weeks, keeps them for three days and kills them on the third day. The women he kills are twenty-one. One plus two is three."

"What's your point Miss Porter?" My tone bored; it will rile her up.

"He has OCD. It's impossible for him to spiral when everything is so meticulous with him. Three cuts to the heart and three stabs to the chest, everything has to be perfect for him. That murder,"

she points to the TV, "he wasn't spooked, he had somewhere to be." The confidence oozing off of her is frustrating me in the best way. "He'll probably start fucking them soon anyway."

"Ok, that's enough." I stand from my desk, walking around to the back to get the papers from my satchel.

"The sick bastard probably fucks himself with their blood or something." She laughs.

"Miss Porter, I said that's enough," I repeat, trying my hardest to stay calm.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't get it up either. Probably why he's killing young women." She laughs, and the class join in with her.

"Ashley, that's enough!" I bellow, slamming my fist on the wooden desk as the entire class goes still. I watch as the corner of her mouth twitches. Calming myself, I address the class. "There's nothing to say that he has evolved into anything to do with blood. This killer is just like you said. Meticulous at what he does. He doesn't have time to be distracted from murdering women," I scoff. "He leaves absolutely no mess and makes sure all his crime scenes are tidy and easily found by the police."

"Oh, how fucking kind of him," she chuckles. "Making sure the families of these girls find them quick enough."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. She's beginning to get on my last nerve. It's bad enough I have to sit there and look at her sitting in front of me, trying my hardest not to shove my cock so far down her throat she chokes. "Ashley, please stop talking."

"Why?" She stands up, hands on the table.

"Excuse me?" What the fuck does she think she's doing. Trying to push me, undermine me in front of the student body?

"You heard me? You ask us to profile, I profile and what? Is it not good enough for you?"

"Go to my office." I'm done with this. All the students are watching this pathetic argument going on between the pair of us and I'm beginning to lose my temper. Something I never do when working.

"Just because you're stuck here teaching classes instead of being out there," she slams her book closed, "don't punish us for it."

"My office, right now!" I point to the door as I watch her laugh. Gathering all her things together and stomping out of the room. Clearing my throat after I watch her leave, I look towards the class and remove any trace of emotion from my face. "Class dismissed. Chapters eight to nineteen in your textbooks and I want a full breakdown profile for this serial killer and what you think he might do next."

The students begin packing their stuff away and chatting amongst themselves. I shove all my things into my satchel and I'm furious.

Storming out the door, I make my way through the flow of students, willing myself to calm down as much as I can before I get to the office. I never get angry; I never shout and in a few seconds this girl has managed to put me in a mood to fucking smack the shit out of her.

Pushing through the wooden door to the secretary's office, I smile. "Sharon, feel free to go to lunch. I have Ashley Porter in my office for a meeting regarding her behaviour and this could take a while."

"Oh, of course. Is there anything I can do beforehand?"

I smile briefly. "No thank you. Just shut the door on your way out and make sure the busy sign is turned round. I want no interruptions during my session."

"Of course, Professor." She smiles, grabbing her bag as she circles the desk, turns the ‘Do Not Disturb' sign over and leaves. I have an hour.

That's all I need. Pushing through the door to my office, Ashley is sitting on the desk cross legged with a grin on her face. She did this on purpose and I'll be sure to punish her for that. She begins to talk but I ignore every single word that comes out of her mouth. Throwing my satchel on the chair next to me, I slam the door behind me, making her flinch. I walk over and grab her tightly by the throat. Pushing myself between her legs, I drag her face to meet mine as I look down at her.

"Did you think that was funny?" The sound of my voice completely fucking enraged. "Do you think that's the best way to get my attention?" Pushing her back and out of my grasp, she sucks in a deep breathe. I watch as she grins, the way she looks at me is addicting, the way her eyes bore into mine, make me harder than I've ever been with a woman before. The fact that she's nineteen has nothing to do with it, and at the same time… everything.

"Take off your clothes," I demand, staring her dead in the eyes. She doesn't move. "Take them off!" I shout, pointing in her face. I move back and watch as she stands in front of me. Slowly unbuttoning her jeans, her stare never leaving mine as she wiggles them down her thighs and they fall to the floor revealing a silk red thong. The wet patch I can see is testament that my behaviour isn't frightening her but turning her on. She pulls her tank up and over her head.

"Sit back on the desk, Ashley, don't make me ask you twice." She immediately complies and I stalk back between her legs. "If you're frustrated and you need to come, then fucking ask me. Don't embarrass me in front of the class."

I turn to the side and step back pressing her right leg to the back of my thighs. I take my left arm and press it against the inner thigh of her other leg, pushing them as far apart as possible.

"I'll make you come, again and again. Until you're a quivering fucking mess on my desk and you're going to fucking take it. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes," she breathes.

"Spit." Placing my four fingers in front of her mouth, she gathers the spit then opens her mouth for me. I do everything I can to suppress how fucking turned on she gets me. I told her this was never going to happen again. Promised myself that I wasn't going to jeopardise my life here and look at me. Desperate and ready to fuck her at any second. I shove my fingers into her mouth and into the back of her throat till she begins to gag and cough.

"Pull your thong to the side and hold it. Don't move, in fact, don't fucking speak and you only come when I say so. Understand?" She nods swiftly, my fingers still lodged in the back of her throat as I watch her hook her fingers inside the silk fabric, yanking it to the side to reveal those all too familiar pussy lips.

Looking back into her eyes, I remove my fingers, turn my palm upside down and spank her pussy. Her moan fills the room and I smile. Running my fingers up and down through her wet lips I watch as they begin to tint pinker, I press two fingers inside easily and she holds back her moan this time.

"That's my good girl," I praise her, still staring as her eyes flutter the moment I begin to move in and out of her. "You're so fucking wet, love. Is all this for me?" She nods, her pussy juice and spit coating both fingers perfectly.

Pulling them out, I rain down another spank in the same spot as the first. She grits her teeth, hissing at the pain, then groaning in ecstasy as I slide my fingers back in. I curve them up slightly and begin fucking her. The movement of my fingers swift and fast.

Moving my hand up and down to reach that deeply intense pleasure spot. Her heavy breathing falls out in to the open as her mouth forms the perfect ‘O' shape, small creases between her eyebrows as she sucks in a deep breath.

"That's my girl. Stay quiet. Unless you want someone in here to watch? Someone to watch me bury my cock into that warm cunt of yours so everyone knows who it belongs to?"

"No," she huffs out. "I just… Fuck, fuck, fuck." I laugh as she chants. She loses her mind in euphoria, as she relinquishes complete control to me.

"You're going to come for me…"

"Yes, oh fuck, yes." Her breathing erratic and her face screwed up as she tries to hold her growing orgasm.

"Right. Fucking. Now." The moment those words leave my lips and I pull out my fingers, a stream of cum squirts out from her. Hitting the chair and my fucking satchel. Rubbing my hand back and forth, I spread it all over her and myself. Luckily, I have a spare suit in the closet. Her once bright red thong is now soaked through, and her chest rises and falls with short pumps.

"Again," I command.

"Nathan, just give me… a second." Her words coming out breathlessly. "I can't-"

"Yes, you can," I grab her throat. "And you will." Reciprocating the same action as previous. More vigorous this time. I press my hand to her mouth to stop her from screaming and she quickly rests her hands behind her for balance, screaming beneath my hand as she comes again.

Squirting all over my shirt. Fuck, she's sexy when she's at my mercy. Turning to face her I wrap both hands round her throat, shaking her once.

"Is this what you wanted?" I slap her, this time in the face.

"Yes," she hums. Pushing her flat against the table, she spreads her legs, thinking I might fuck her in this moment. But this is about punishment. About her coming constantly until it fucking hurts. I leave her laying there, her head moving to follow me. Walking behind my table I look down at her.

"Hang your head off the table, Ashley."

"What are you-" I don't let her finish the words before I slap her again. I yank her forward slightly, making sure she's at the perfect angle. "I'm going to fill that fucking throat up. Unzip my trousers and take out my cock."

As she works the zip on my black work trousers I lean forward and slide my fingers inside her again, fucking her deep and hard with three fingers. She cries out at the invasion, and I smack my hand over her mouth, locking in the sound.

"I said shut your fucking mouth," I whisper-shout. Her eyes widen at my tone, I don't care right now. The only thing I care about is getting caught and right now that's not a fucking option.

Having someone walk in my office, only to see Ashley in one of the most damning and compromising positions of my life, is not… an option. I work her up again, bringing her to the precipice of another orgasm, her back bowing off the table.

"Come for me… Again!" My words grinding out. I work her harder, faster, demanding those orgasms from her because they all belong to me. Her legs shudder and she again, screams behind my hand. Looking at her spread for me on my desk, watching as her orgasm aggressively rolls through her entire body with an intense shudder, it fills me with absolute delight that I have her like this.

Sure, I've tried to ignore the pull I have with her, but I can't anymore. I spend every single waking fucking moment thinking about her. From the moment I go to sleep at night and immediately as I wake up. I just need to make sure it's nothing like last time. I can't have that again.

Removing my hand from her mouth I step closer to her, she wraps her soft, delicate hands around my cock, stroking up and down a few times before she takes it into her mouth. Every single fucking time I'm inside her it's like fucking heaven.

Placing my hand flat on the desk, I lean forward, pressing myself further down her throat inch by inch until the head pokes the back of her throat. Moving back instantly, she clears her throat as the thick string of saliva slides down her cheek.

"More?" I ask and she nods in silence. But I want to hear her saying. "Beg."

"Please, please can I have your cock." She opens her mouth and I shove myself back inside her throat, thrusting in and out until the wet sounds from the buildup of saliva fill the room.

"I can see my cock in your throat, love," I grit out, so fucking turned on by the sight of it. Her throat constricting around my thick shaft feels better than anything I've ever experienced. Well, not everything, but that feeling is different. I'm addicted to fucking Ashley.

I pull back out and she sucks in a deep, agonising breath. Her exasperated breathing just turns me on even more. Jesus, she's perfect. I almost don't want it to end. I wrap my hand around her throat and spin her body around to face me, knocking paper and pens everywhere.

Spreading her legs wide, I line myself up and impale myself into her absolutely soaking wet centre.

"Fuuuck," I growl against her open mouth as her screams of ecstasy spill out into mine. "You feel so tight wrapped around me, love." Gripping onto her thighs, I lift her into my arms and walk over to the small, black leather couch I have by the window.

Nobody can see this high up but there's always a chance and the thought of that scares the shit out of me. This happened before and I had to move schools because of it. Don't ask me why I'm taking my career in my hands like this again because I wouldn't be able to tell you. The only thing I know for sure is that I need Ashley to-

"Move, baby," I moan, dropping my head back onto the seat as she begins rolling her body against me. I watch all her facial expressions as she frowns at the loss of me and then continues to bite her lip every single time she pushes me back inside her. "Just like that, love." Fuck. If she carries on doing this, I'm not going to last long at all. "Fuuuck, yes." I hold her arse cheeks in a vice like grip and control the pace. Needing more. Needing to be deeper.

"Oh my god!" She cries. I don't even care that its louder than usual. I told her to be quiet but the way this feels right now, I've lost all care of someone finding us.

"Play with yourself." I move my hands to her face and pull her closer to me, her forehead resting upon mine. I slouch down from the seat and start pumping and thrusting into her relentlessly as she uses one hand to cover her mouth and the other to rub circles on her swollen clit as I bring her to orgasm.

"Mmm, fuck, oh my god, Nathan. Please, harder."

My love needs it harder.

Wrapping my arm around her waist I flip us over so she's on her back and continue taking my fury out on her. Pounding into her like a man starved.

"Yes… Just like that. Don't stop," she mewls.

"Fuck, Ashley you feel so fucking good," I moan right back.

"Yes, yes, yessss!" She cries out further, her fingers in her mouth as she desperately tries to contain her screams. "Ohmygod, ohmygoddddd!"

The words begin to blend together for her as I lean forward, moving her hips up into a new angle. One that hits that sweet spot. And I can't help the smile on my face as I obliterate any man that's come before me.

"Shh," I laugh through the hushed tone. "You need to be quiet." Her eyes begin to flutter, and she slowly begins to tighten around me.

"You want to come?" I lean down and whisper against her mouth. Kissing her deeply. My tongue battling with hers for control.

"Fuck, I can't... hold it anymore."

"Yes, you can…" Her legs resting over my muscular thighs, I gently hold on to her and begin raining down hard and deep controlled thrusts. Her perfect tits bounding up and down as I go. Pulling out all the way to the tip, then thrusting back in all the way to my pelvic bone.

Only the sound of the leather creaking beneath us as she holds her breath. She says two words then. Two words that send me over the edge.

"Choke."

Thrust.

"Me!"

Thrust.

Fuck, baby, I'll give you exactly what you want. Leaning up straight I wrap both hands around her beautifully slender neck. The tendons raised and pushing through the skin. Her eyes widen for a second as I thrust even harder than before, and I squeeze.

With every single thrust, I squeeze her delicate neck tighter and tighter. Her face turns red, and she explodes all over me, squirting as I pull out and push back in. The front of me is completely soaked, my white shirt turned see through, and I groan as she passes out entirely.

Letting go of her throat I lean over and continue fucking her. Looking down on her as she breathes sweetly, unknowing that I'm still going at her.

It's almost as if she's dead. At that thought I feel my entire body tense up and release everything I've had built up since last night, inside of her. Roaring with the last thrust.

"Holy shit." My breathing comes out in pants, and I begin to laugh. Dropping my head forward and laughing through the heavy breaths. "That's new." Pulling out of her, I sit back on my heals and steady my breath. Looking down at myself, dick hanging out and drenched in her cum, I laugh again. Looks like I can't deny her as much as I thought I could.