Page 50 of The Fae's Gamble

“I understand, professor.” Fern bit her lip and looked up at him through hooded eyelashes. Calum had never been closer to finishing untouched. He grunted in response, unable to speak lest he ruin their game with his own wanting.

Calum made a tsk sound and slowly stepped around the back of the chair until he was leaning over it, whispering in her ear again. His hands came around either side of Fern and began stroking up her sides.

He ripped open her cardigan and pulled down her singlet, his rough hands palming and squeezing her breasts. Fern closed her eyes and shifted her hips again, whimpering as his strong fingers twisted and pinched her stiff nipples.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl, showing up at my office like this. You’re drenched for me. No use denying it, either.” One of Calum’s hands dropped to Fern’s bare pussy and slowly begin circling her clit.

“Such…a fucking…tease.” Fern gasped the words out, canting her hips up to get more of Calum’s touch.

“Do you think so? I think you’re the tease, young lady. Did you really think wearing a pair of tights was going to keep me from noticing how short this little skirt is?”

Fern whimpered, and Calum smirked in response. He could keep a lid on his own desire if he focused on the task ahead of him. In reality, Fern was dressed entirely appropriately, but he’d stumbled upon their little game and was utterly pleased at her response.

Calum inserted a finger into Fern and nearly cursed at the warm wetness of her. He crooked his finger up and slowly stroked her from the inside, not thrusting his fingers but simply coaxing her to her limits.

Fern was a live wire. Her entire body was flushed, and Calum decided that he’d seen nothing as gorgeous.

“Calum… Professor,” Fern caught herself and moaned as Calum hit a decadent spot inside her. “More. More. Please.”

Calum couldn’t resist turning his head slightly and licking a hot stripe up Fern’s jaw. He bit the earlobe softly before purring into her ear.

“Do you want more? You want my fingers? My cock?”

“A-anything,” Fern was panting, her pupils blown wide. “Anything. Just let me c-come.” She was close to cursing him; she knew Calum was giving her just enough to keep her on edge.

“Hmm.” Calum pretended to muse over the question. “I don’t think you’ll have either.” He pulled his fingers out of Fern with a wet sound, and she nearly screamed in response.

“What the fuck!”

“Language, Ms. McEwan.” Fern’s legs shook, and he reprimanded her. He was afraid to give her any part of him. Calum hardly had the self-control as it was to not drive himself into her and claim her as his mate.

His gaze shifted to the side of the desk, and a wicked thought crossed his mind. He grinned.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” he scolded her again. “You’re dripping all over my chair. The leather is going to smell like your sweat and come for weeks.” He pulled back his hand and gave Fern’s pussy a sharp, quick slap.

“God damn it!” Fern screamed, arching her back off the chair as she trembled.

Calum stepped out from behind her and cupped her cheek, running his thumb soothingly over her skin. Fern gave him a quick nod, and he was reassured.

Calum picked up his cane, and he could hear Fern’s heartbeat quicken, her eyes flashing as she stared at him. He sat on the edge of his desk, his tongue flicking out as he sucked the stag’s head handle into his mouth.

“No, I don’t think I’ll give you any part of me,” Calum mused again, a devilish look in his eye. He stared at her like a predator sizing up prey. “I don’t think you deserve it.” He licked the cane’s handle again.

“However, it would be irresponsible of me, overseeing this department, to send you out of here smelling like this. We’re going to have to solve your little problem before you leave.” His voice shifted from being tinged with lust to a clinical lack of emotion, and it made Fern writhe.

She raised an eyebrow, still panting in his chair. “I don’t think I’m the one with a little problem, professor.” She bit back, eyeing his hard cock.

Calum laughed and pulled the chair closer to him, leaning over Fern until all she could see was his massive body in front of her. His hand drifted slowly back down to her pussy, running his fingers across her.

“No, just a tight little pussy,” Calum growled, choking up his grip on the cane. He slipped it between her legs, and Fern let out a sharp cry as the cool, metal handle parted through her searing heat, and Calum fucked her with it.

“Fuck!” Fern cursed, rolling her hips down. Calum chuckled darkly, and the sound reverberated over her skin while his thumb worked over her clit, and his other hand fucked her with his cane handle.

It was utterly debauched, and Fern’s whole body tightened up in anticipation of her release. Calum leaned forward and kissed Fern fiercely, murmuring against her lips.

“I’m going to smell you for days, Ms. McEwan. Every time I sit in this chair or use this cane, the scent of your pussy is going to be all over it.”

“More, more, more!” Tears leaked down Fern’s cheeks.