𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐓.𝐍

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𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐃 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄
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ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍᴇ alone. I'd scream in my sleep as I remember the knife being scraped down my back, the scars throbbing as I was forced awake with the memories of the pain. I lost sleep because being awake and tired was better than relishing in the nightmares of the past.

I felt guilty for being let free whilst my friends had been taken by the people we had trusted. I was tortured daily until my body went limp, until breathing itself felt like I was swallowing handfuls of needles.

Memories of blood coating my skin made it so that I had to wash more often, multiple times of day to discard the phantom feeling. I hated it, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I rubbed my eyes, easing myself out of the first sleep I'd had in a while. The sheets had gathered around my hips, exposing my chest to the gentle chill, my abs tensing as I groaned at my erection.

Mornings usually consisted of a cold shower, but I couldn't this morning. It was painful and I allowed myself this pleasure for once.

Moving the sheets down further, I fisted my cock, pumping it slowly a couple of times as I threw my head back in a silent groan at the feeling.

I tried to take my time, but my mind had other ideas as I picked up the pace, applying more pressure to my head, and watching as precum leaked from the tip.

I needed a release. I had been too up my own arse recently, and perhaps it was because I was sexually deprived.

My cock throbbed in my fist as I jacked off. It had been too long and it felt good, but it was missing something.

I fisted my sheets as I continued to pump my cock.

My hand made contact with her asscheek once again, leaning forward to remove the blindfold. Her breathing was heavy, her perfect tits bouncing with every breath she let out.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet. Remember, you asked for this," I growled in her ear, teasing her entrance with my erection.

"Yes...fuck Theo—"

"Professor Nott." I corrected her, slapping her round ass.

She just moaned and bit her lip.

"You don't understand how good it is to finally bend you over this desk and fuck you, you filthy slut." I thrust into her without allowing her to adjust to my size. She arched her back and screamed, disobeying my order, giving me the ability to hit a spot that she didn't know existed.

I pressed my hand over her mouth, feeling her short and sharp breaths on my fingers. But we couldn't be caught, though the thought of that happening made me harder... I didn't think that was physically possible.

My free hand gripped her waist, giving me stability as my pace fastened for a few thrusts before slowing down again and forcing myself to deepen my movement. I felt her core begin to tighten and I pulled out wanting to taste her dripping cunt.

"You like this?" I asked, flicking my tongue over her throbbing clit, before darting my tongue into her entrance and tasting her arousal, "You taste so fucking sweet."