Chapter 122
Lysander’s pov
It was like he had created a monster.
I knew I was sensual and a freak when I started fucking myself online for strangers to see but it was nothing compared to what I was feeling right now.
All the months of suppression, the buried desires, and the intense, overwhelming craving I had harbored for him came pouring out of me in an unstoppable flood.
Even after Drake pulled his softening length from my body on the gallery floor, I refused to let him step away. The aphrodisiac humming through my hybrid veins was still burning hot, but more than that, my soul was completely addicted to him. I intended to drain every last drop of this wild energy so it wouldn’t drive me crazy.
"We are going back to the villa," Drake growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble against my ear as he looked down at my wanton, flushed form on the stone floor.
"No..." I whimpered, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, my thighs gripping his waist with shameless desperation. "Not like this. I’m not done with you, Drake. I want more... I want you to play with me."
A dark, dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. Without a word, he scooped me up into his broad arms, wrapping his dark coat over my bare, marked shoulders to shield me from the night air. He he carried me straight out the private rear exit into the car.
The drive back to our villa was hazy, Drake kept whispering in my ear and my drug-fueled mind clung to the forbidden dynamic between us.
"Fuck me like I’m your student, Drake," I had begged against his jaw as the car sped through the night. "Punish me... make me earn my freedom."
I rubbed myself all over him, eager to get this fantasy of mine started.
Drake let out a low, predatory growl that rattled the glass of the car windows. By the time he carried me to the room, I was already set in my role.
I wanted Drake to play the strict professor to the desperate, submissive student, which is me. I was still desperate for him.
He tossed me onto the bed, the soft mattress absorbed the impact as I rolled onto my stomach, my chest heaving, my golden hair a wild, tangled mess.
Drake stood at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his dark shirt. He looked impossibly towering, immaculate, and severe, a rigid, unyielding figure of authority just like I wanted.
But the burning red glow in his eyes betrayed the primal beast raging beneath his calm exterior. He was a walking contradiction, looking like a strict, unbending master in the light, but acting like an absolute animal between the sheets.
And I was the sole object of his dark pleasure.
"You’ve been very disobedient today, Lysander," he purred, my core shuddering with heat. "Running off into the back rooms... getting yourself into trouble. A good student needs to be thoroughly instructed."
"Teach me then..." I rasped out, arching my back, pushing my hips up off the silk sheets, offering myself to him without an ounce of shame. "Teach me, please."
Drake chuckled seductively, stepping onto the bed and straddling my lower legs. He ran his broad, warm hands up the backs of my thighs, cupping my rear hard while a helpless whimper escaped my lips.
"Please Professor, teach me..." I tried to speak, my voice breathy and uneven as I looked back over my shoulder at him.
"Do you want to come with my tongue in your ass, little bird?" He interrupted softly, his dark voice dripping with filthy promise.
My length leaked a heavy, thick pulse of precum onto the silk sheets beneath me as I gasped, "Yeah... that sounds... amazing."
Drake chuckled dark and low, spreading my cheeks wide open with his large, calloused hands. I purred at the sensation of being on full display, completely at his filthy, absolute mercy.
It was such a sinful sight.
"I’d grab that pillow," his warm breath tickled my eager, flushed flesh. "You might need something to scream into..."
It was baffling how much I fucking wanted this right now. I never thought I could be this turned on, bent over a four-poster bed with my professor staring down at my opening, but I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t completely falling apart in desperate anticipation.
There was no shame left in my pleasure, I was shamelessly thrusting my hips back toward his face, begging for his touch.
His lips danced up the backs of my thighs, pressing soft, lingering kisses all over my cheeks, creeping closer and closer to the crease of my rear. Teasing me, building the agonizing arousal until he finally sank his mouth straight between my cheeks.
I whined out a series of jagged, helpless groans the second his wet tongue hit my rim.
"Shh... quiet, baby," Drake whispered against my skin, his tongue fluttering over my tight opening.
God, it felt insane. I couldn’t believe I had been missing out on something this dirty, this intensely delicious.
If I had known how good it felt, I would have let them drug me everyday just so he could eat my ass. He was good at everything he did, but this, this absolute mastery over my body was on a completely different level.
I pushed my hips back directly into his face, over the moon from the feeling. Drake clearly loved it; the way he used his entire tongue to lap at me like a sweet treat, his deep grunts and low growls vibrating directly into my flesh as he sucked my rim, kissing it over and over while I smashed my face down into the silk pillow.
"Goddamn, that’s so good..." I mumbled into the fabric, writhing my hips back against his face with wild rhythm. "F-fuck, yeah... stuff it inside!"
Honestly, I was so fucking surprised at how vocal I was being. I had always been quiet, timid, and afraid of my own voice even during live stream, but with Drake, all I could do was scream out my pleasure.
"Like this?" Drake speared his tongue straight into my opening, forcing it as deep as he could possibly reach.
"Oh... oh, yeah! Just like... that!" I gasped out, completely unable to control my volume as something so wet and warm pushed inside me, swirling around while his soft lips grazed my sensitive, puckering skin.
"Lysander... you have to be quiet," Drake murmured, his broad hands gripping my hips tightly, holding me still. "The guards outside the villa are going to hear how much you love being eaten out."
"Fuck..." I whimpered, my length throbbing hard at the raw truth of his words.