The Professor’s Pet: 6💦

Marcus yanked my hair harder, pulling my face toward his cock again. I could feel the heat coming off him, and the salty taste still lingering on my lips from the few seconds I’d already sucked his cock.

My phone sat on the desk, the last message glowing on the screen.

I turned my head away at the last second. “Wait. Stop.”

He slapped my cheek lightly, not enough to really hurt but enough to sting. “You agreed to this. No backing out now.”

The phone buzzed again, and the same unknown number popped up on the screen.

Marcus grabbed it before I could. His eyes narrowed as he read out loud.

Leave now, or the video of Lila on her knees will be sent to every faculty member within the next sixty seconds.

He threw the phone down and stood up, towering over me. “Who the fuck else is watching us? This is my fucking game. Now get up.”

I scrambled to my feet, legs shaky. My dress felt too tight, the zipper pressing against my skin. “I don’t know. I swear I don’t know.”

Marcus zipped himself up, face twisted with frustration.

“This was supposed to be simple. One night and I delete my files, now some other bastard is ruining it.”

He paced behind the desk while I stood there, heart hammering, the taste of him still in my mouth.

I felt humiliated because I had almost done it. I had almost let him use me to protect Elias.

My phone buzzed one more time.

Marcus snatched it again and read the new message. His expression changed. “It says ‘Tell Marcus if he touches you again tonight, I’ll send both videos to the police with the heading ‘statutory concerns and power imbalance’”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Statutory? You aren’t even underage. This is bullshit.”

I took a small step toward the door. “Maybe I should go.”

“No,” Marcus moved fast, grabbing my wrist. “You’re not leaving until I get what I want. Turn around and bend over the desk.”

I froze. “What about the messages…”

“Fuck the messages.”

He spun me around and pushed my front down onto the desk. My cheek pressed against the cold wood. He flipped my dress up, exposing my bare ass. “No panties. Good girl. At least you followed one order.”

His hand came down hard on my ass, and the slap echoed in the small office. I gasped, more from shock than pain.

“Marcus, please…”

“Shut up,” He slapped me again, harder this time. “You spread your legs for Voss like a whore. You can do the same for me.”

His fingers pushed between my legs, rough and demanding. I wasn’t wet. Not like I had been with Elias. The fear killed any spark of arousal.

“You’re dry,” he muttered, sounding annoyed. “Fix that.”

I closed my eyes tight, trying to breathe. “I can’t… not like this.”

He leaned over me, his weight pressing me into the desk. “You will. Think about Voss fucking you. Think about how you begged him.”

Another hard slap landed on my ass. Tears pricked my eyes. This felt wrong and dirty in a completely different way than last night.

My phone started ringing.

Marcus cursed and grabbed it. “Unknown again.” He answered it on speaker. “Who the hell are you?”

A distorted voice came through, low and mechanical, “Let her go right now. If you touch her again, both videos will drop. Your career ends tonight, Reed.”

Marcus went still. “You think you can threaten me?”

“I already am. Let the girl leave. Keep your copy if you want, but if you fuck her tonight, I will make sure you go down with Voss.”

I stayed bent over the desk, dress flipped up, ass burning from the slaps. The voice on the phone sounded calm. Too calm.

Marcus breathed heavily behind me. “Fine. She can leave. But this isn’t over.”

He stepped back.

I quickly pushed my dress down and grabbed my phone. The call ended.

“Get out,” Marcus growled. “But tell your secret admirer he just made an enemy.”

I didn’t wait. I unlocked the door and practically ran out of the office, heels clicking fast down the empty hallway. My ass stung with every step. Tears blurred my vision but I didn’t let them fall until I was outside the building.

Once outside, I leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

My phone buzzed with a new message from an unknown number.

Good girl. Go to Elias now. Tell him everything that happened. He needs to know how close you came to fucking another man’s cock for him and how I saved you.

I stared at the text, feeling exposed and used, even though I hadn’t finished the act.

Another message followed right after.

But watch your back. Marcus won’t let this go. And neither will I.

Different questions started running through my head.

“What’s going on?”

“Why am I a pawn in these people’s game?”

“How would I stop this?”

I started walking toward the faculty parking lot where Elias said he would wait with my weak legs.

Elias’s car was there, parked under a dim light. He stepped out the moment he saw me, his face tight with worry.

“Lila.”

I walked straight into his arms, and he immediately held me close, one hand stroking my hair.

“What happened?” he asked. “Did he handle you roughly?”

I nodded against his chest. “He tried… he slapped me and had me on my knees. I started… but the messages stopped it,” I said, my voice low and cracked.

Elias stiffened. “Messages? From who again?”

“Another unknown number. They threatened him too. Told him to let me go or the videos would drop.”

Elias pulled back to look at my face. “Someone else is controlling this. Not just Marcus?”

I swallowed. “They told me to tell you everything. That I almost… You know.”

His jaw clenched. He cupped my cheek gently. “Did he fuck you?”

“No. I didn’t let him finish anything. But he slapped my ass hard. It still burns.”

Elias’s eyes darkened with anger. “I’ll kill him.”

“Don’t,” I grabbed his shirt. “We need to find out who the third person is. The one with the distorted voice. They’re playing games with all of us.”

Elias nodded slowly. “Get in the car. We’re going to my place, and you will be staying with me tonight.”

I climbed into the passenger seat, wincing a little when my sore ass touched the leather.

As Elias started the engine, my phone buzzed once more.

I opened the message.

It was a photo this time.

Of me bent over the desk, dress flipped up, while Marcus’s hand raised to slap me again.

The text below it read:

Beautiful view. Next time, I want to be the one behind you. Sleep tight, Lila. We’re just getting started.

“What!” I exclaimed.

Elias glanced over while driving. “What is it?”

I quickly turned the screen off, heart racing faster than before.

“Nothing,” I lied, voice small. “Just Sarah checking on me.”

But inside, dread settled deep in my stomach.

Whoever this third person was, they had been watching me while I was with Marcus too.

They saw everything.

Elias reached over and squeezed my thigh. “You’re safe now. With me.”

I forced a nod, but my mind kept replaying the distorted voice and that last threatening photo.

Safe?

I wasn’t so sure anymore.

As we drove away from campus, another message arrived.

This time the number was different.

Professor Voss can’t protect you forever. Tomorrow night, you’re mine. No cameras. No interruptions. Just you and me.

I deleted it fast before Elias could see.

But the words stayed burned in my mind.

Tomorrow night.

The game was getting bigger.

And I was trapped right in the middle.