Chapter 67
Adrian walked into the Dean’s office, his legs tense from where he had fucked Ivy on his desk before coming here.
He looked at the Dean, who was standing by his window, his hands behind his back as he gazed out of it.
“You wanted to see me?”
The Dean turned to look at him, his expression cold and calculating. “So we meet again, Blackwood.”
“Why are we here?” Adrian asked coldly, his patience already running thin.
The Dean looked at him smugly. “I think you know why.”
“No,” Adrian said coldly. “No, I don’t.”
The Dean smiled. “Sit down.”
Adrian sat down without saying anything.
The Dean sat down behind his desk, then looked at him with cold eyes. “You know the rules of this school. You know you aren’t allowed to sleep with your students.”
Adrian shrugged. “If you’re about to tell me something, Dean, then spit it out, otherwise I have other things to do.”
The Dean frowned in irritation, then leaned back in his chair. “You are sleeping with a student.”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed.
“A student by the name of Ivy Monroe.”
Adrian swallowed but didn’t say anything.
He didn’t need to.
“Did you hear what I just said?”
Adrian nodded. “Yes.”
“So you are confirming it?”
“No,” Adrian snapped, his anger rising. “It’s no one’s fucking business what I do with my personal life. Or anyone else’s for that matter.”
The Dean leaned forward. “Not when you’re fucking a student in your own class.”
Adrian glared at him. “That may be, but I’m not fucking her in class, so I don’t see how it’s anyone’s problem but mine and hers.”
The Dean shrugged. “Even so, you are not allowed to sleep with them and now you must face the consequences for your actions.”
Adrian looked at him coldly. “I don’t have to do shit,” he said icily. “I quit.”
The Dean smirked. “Very well, Blackwood, if that’s how you want to play it. But you can’t teach here anymore.”
Adrian laughed. “Like I give a shit,” he said coldly as he stood up. “I’m not going to beg to come back here. Fuck you, Dean, and fuck this school.”
The Dean stood up, his face red with anger. “Get out.”
Adrian nodded as he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.
Fuck this place. He didn’t need it anyway. All he needed was Ivy and she was more than enough.
He walked out of the office building, then walked to his car.
He had fucked up, he knew that.
But he didn’t regret any of it.
Because she was worth it. Worth the consequences. Worth anything at all.
He started the car, then drove home to her, his mind on nothing but her.
Nothing but her naked body, her cunt, her tight little ass, her warm mouth.
Fuck, he was obsessed with her.
And it would never end. This obsession he felt. The need that was always burning inside him, the need to be inside her, to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her, to own her.
All of her.
Every part of her. Her mind, body, and soul. He wanted every part of her and he was going to take it all, too.
Even if it killed him.
Even if it destroyed her.
Because there was nothing in this world he loved more than her. Nothing he needed more than her. No one he wanted more than her.
Ivy.
His princess.
His obsession.
His love.
* * *
Ivy knew something was wrong as soon as Adrian walked in through the door. He looked tired, exhausted even.
But she didn’t ask him what was wrong because she knew. She already knew what had happened.
He had been fired. She had overheard the Dean talking to another professor about it. How Blackwood had been fucking one of his students and now he was out of a job because of it.
She sighed as Adrian moved into the room and dropped down on the couch.
“Come here,” he ordered coldly without even looking at her. “Take off all your clothes except for your heels and your necklace. You have five minutes. I’m going to go shower.”
Ivy nodded as she took off all her clothes but the ones he had ordered her to keep on.
She heard his shower turn on, then she laid down on the couch and closed her eyes, waiting.
Adrian didn’t come out of the shower until over ten minutes had passed. When he did, his hair was still wet, his skin damp. He was wearing a towel around his waist and nothing else, his cock already hard and leaking out precum.
“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice cold and hard. “Turn around and bend over. I want to see your pussy.”
Ivy moaned but did as he said, her breath catching as she felt his cold breath against her skin as he came to stand behind her.
“You look beautiful, princess,” he murmured hoarsely. “Like a fucking goddess.”
Ivy smiled as his hands slid down her back, then slid inside her to grab a hold of her hips. He pulled her back until she felt his cock brush against the top of her ass.
“Good girl,” he murmured as his hand slid to her cunt and cupped it. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Ivy whimpered as his finger slid into her. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He chuckled as his fingers slid in deeper. “You’re so wet and tight, princess. Like heaven.”
Ivy moaned at the words, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Do you want my cock, princess?” He asked softly, his fingers sliding out of her cunt.
Ivy nodded desperately. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He laughed softly, then grabbed her hair in a tight fist. He pulled until she arched her back and her ass was up in the air. “How much do you need me, princess?” He murmured hoarsely.
“I need you,” Ivy gasped. “I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to fuck me.”
“You do, don’t you?” he whispered as he bent over her, his free hand grabbing a hold of her breast and squeezing it roughly. “You do need me, princess. Need my cock.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her pussy pulsing at his words. “Yes,” she moaned desperately.
He growled as he slid his cock into her, sliding in slowly until he was all the way in. His hands tightened around her hips as he stilled inside her and just let her get used to his size.
“Please,” she begged after a few seconds.
He chuckled softly as he began to pull out of her, then push back in. “Beg,” he whispered, his hands tightening even more on her hips. “Beg for it, princess.”
“I’m begging,” she cried out desperately as she grabbed onto the couch and pushed back against him. “Please fuck me,” she screamed as he slammed inside her.
He grunted as his hips slammed into her ass, his cock pulsing inside her with every thrust.
“Good girl,” He said hoarsely, his breath coming out in pants. “Such a good fucking girl.”
She moaned as his finger came to her clit and began to rub it softly. “I’m close,” she whimpered. “I’m going to come.”
He growled as his fingers rubbed her clit harder. “Come for me,” he grunted, his cock thrusting faster into her now.
Ivy gasped as the pressure built, then she felt the pressure snap and her orgasm rolled over her in waves.
Adrian cursed as she came around his cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips and he fucked her faster, harder. “Fucking hell,” he groaned as her cunt clamped down on him.
He slammed into her one last time, then came hard inside her, his cum filling her up until he felt it dripping out of her pussy.
They stood there like that for a moment, their bodies trembling with pleasure, then he pulled out of her slowly.
Ivy sighed softly as she fell down on the couch, her body feeling heavy with pleasure.
He grabbed her and pulled her into his lap as they sat down on the couch, his arms wrapping around her and holding her tight.
“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” He whispered softly into her ear, his mouth coming to rest against her neck. “You’re all fucking mine.”