Punish Me, Professor, I Dare You
Two professors allow their hatred for one another to spark into a fiery fling.
From Enemies to Lovers
Dr. Ethan Hendricks was three hours into grading college essays for his undergrad philosophy class when his office door swung open and crashed against the wall. It was so sudden that he jerked, making a jagged red line across the page. But when he saw who caused it, his alarm swiftly turned to annoyance.
Dr. Rebecca Davis stood at the threshold, seething with rage. Her black-rimmed spectacles framed wild, furious green eyes, and her cheeks were flushed, but her fiery red hair remained in its annoying, perfect bun.
“What do you want, Davis?” he drawled with disinterest. She marched forward in high, black heels that he doubted were comfortable while she was lecturing and slammed a page onto his desk.
“What is this?” he asked with a sneer.
“That’s the tutoring schedule, and you know very well that I told you I can’t do Thursdays,” she bit back. “I see you’ve gone totally against trying to fit your one class into a schedule that works well for me with my four.”
Her chest heaved with rage, right in Ethan’s direct line of sight.
Not this again. Now that Miss Goody-Slut-Shoes with the tight ass had joined the faculty and taken over some of his classes so he could write his next book, he’d found himself feeling… put out. Not only was she annoying, but she also had views on Socrates that he completely disagreed with. She was unprofessionally chatty with other colleagues, lax about student deadlines, and left coffee stains on their shared bench in the lecture hall.
“I distinctly remember sending an email…” he muttered, knowing he’d conveniently not included her in it. Her fury seemed to rise, her voice deepening to a growl.
“I know you’re not pleased to be sharing the semester’s lectures with another professor, but would it kill you to at least pretend to give a shit about my classes?”
Ethan stood lazily and wandered to a bookshelf behind her.
“Well, if you can’t get your shit together early enough to set the schedule before I do, what am I to do?”
“A little consideration would be nice, especially since we spoke about this right before you got your filthy little fingers on the schedule.”
Finally, Ethan looked at her, dragging his eyes down her body. Taking in the dark blazer and emerald silk blouse, her tight pencil skirt, and sheer black stockings, ending in the Fuck Me librarian heels.
“Oh, have you been thinking about what my filthy little fingers can do?” he growled darkly.
He expected her to get embarrassed and leave, but instead, Davis walked toward him.
“You’re a fucking pain in my ass,” she spat. “I can’t believe I ever thought it would be a privilege to lead this department with a professor like you! Tenured, published ten times over, I can’t believe I thought this job was a dream! You’re nothing more than a rude, miserable disappointment.”
Now Ethan’s patience had been used up. He closed the distance between them, towering over her, glaring into her eyes with a fury to match. They were mere inches away. Her tits were almost touching his chest, and… was that his cock getting hard?
He was supposed to hate her! But the sight of her chest heaving with anger just had his dick getting harder. He had to get her out of his office right now or he would do something he’d regret.
“Fuck you,” he whispered coldly.
“Fuck you too,” she seethed back. Before he could respond, she grabbed his shirt and dragged him forward. Crushing his lips against hers, punishing his mouth. Demanding he kiss her back with all the madness she felt.
Shock pierced him, but he responded in kind. She wanted to have the last word. Fine. He’d make sure she would be screaming his name in all her wrath.
He pulled her hair roughly, and her tight bun unraveled and flowed like a red gold avalanche across her shoulders, while his other hand squeezed her throat. She was still kissing him with a furious hunger, trying to strangle him with his tie. No — she was ripping it off, almost popping the buttons of his shirt in her frenzy to get it off him.
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Ethan forced her backward, up against his desk. Pens, papers, and paperweights clattered to the floor as he threw her onto its surface, dragging her breasts out over the neckline of her blouse. The fabric strained with his force, but he didn’t care.
Without a second to lose, her pink nipples were in his mouth. He sucked hard, dragging his teeth across them roughly. Her hands desperately clawed at her skirt, hiking it up and then reaching for his cock.
He forced her legs open wider and ripped her stockings to get to her hot, wet pussy. Davis’ eyes were still lit with rage, and now with something else. A frenzied desire to hate fuck the life right out of him.
He could let her try.
He was rough as he pushed two thick fingers into her and slammed them in and out. Fast and hard. She arched her hips against his hand for more, but he couldn’t let her come yet; she deserved to be tortured. He glared down at her, unbuckling his belt threateningly. Releasing the cock he was going to fuck her with. He made sure that she saw its length and girth so that she’d know what she was about to be punished with.
Then he flipped her onto her stomach. If she wanted to insist on walking around in those skirts that showed off her ass…Then he would discipline that ass for its transgressions.
“Say fuck you again,” he growled as he entered her hard and slapped her ass.
“Fuck you, Hendricks,” she grunted.
“Say it again,” he ordered, as he pounded into her with relentless force.
“I hate you so fucking much,” she snarled, but she followed his order and repeated herself again and again, getting more high-pitched as she came closer.
Ethan exploded first, drilling her pussy with punishing strokes and filling her with his thick, liquid heat, and then she joined him. Dissolving around him, groaning loudly, holding onto his desk for dear life.
The next day, Ethan was typing up some notes when Davis stormed into his office again. She looked just as furious as she had the day before, but now she was holding a stack of papers.
“You were supposed to grade these tests before today, and now they’re late,” she said nastily as she stalked into the room. He glared back and watched with smug satisfaction as she slammed his door shut behind her and locked them in the room together.
This time, Ethan took her against the door that she loved slamming so much. And just like that...they went from enemies to lovers.
