Just as Elizabeth’s vision began to blur and her body lost all strength, Rex’s reaction was lightning quick.
Before her head could make contact with the hard floor, his massive left arm shot around her waist like a vice, catching her dead weight with surprising gentleness. He pulled her flush against his hard, muscular chest, his other hand still slick with her fluids as he stabilized her shaking fra.
"I got you."
For several long, agonizing seconds, the only sound in the room was Elizabeth’s ragged, broken breathing and the heavy thud of Rex’s heart against her ear. Slowly, painfully, she forced her eyelids open, her vision swimming as she looked up.
’Huh...?’
She found herself staring directly into Rex’s face. His dark eyes were fixed on hers, intense and unreadable, his jaw set in a rigid line.
His lips were pulled back in a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes, but there was sothing there, sothing she couldn’t quite na. He hadn’t thrown her down like trash.
He hadn’t laughed at her vulnerability, but still... He had caught her.
’What...’ her mind stuttered, the gears of her academic brain grinding to a halt as she tried to reconcile the violent, degrading man she had just been moaning for with the one now holding her with uncharacteristic care. ’He saved ...?’
’After everything... after all the things he said... he saved .’
’That fall... could seriously injure my pain, but he did... he really did it.’
’Despite all the rough treatnt he gives to .’
She felt a sudden, sickening wave of confusion. ’Why does this feel like a trap?’
’Is he doing this to make feel even more confused? To make feel like I owe him sothing?’ Her academic training scread that this was psychological manipulation, but her body, still pulsing from the orgasm, couldn’t deny the strange comfort of his arms.
’He ruined my dignity, he broke my pride, he made scream like a common slut in front of my student, which is him...’ Her thoughts raced in circles. ’And yet... when everything fell apart... he was the one who caught .’
Rex didn’t say a word. He just stared down at her with that sa arrogant, predatory gaze, his breath warm against her face. He didn’t pity her, didn’t even offer comfort, but he didn’t let go either.
’Goddammit,’ Elizabeth thought, a sudden, terrifying realization washing over her. ’This is worse than being broken...’
’This is worse than being ruined...’
’He’s making feel... safe...’
’How can I feel safe with the man who just destroyed everything I worked for?’
She tried to pull away, but her legs were still like jelly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm he had forced from her. She hung there, draped over him like a broken doll, her face buried against the crook of his neck.
’I should hate him,’ she told herself fiercely. ’I should push him off and run to Alexander right now...’
’Maybe I should forget about all of this and try to face my mother...’
’But still... she has the power to break us apart... ughhh... everything I do from now on always has the sa bad result.’
But as Rex tightened his grip slightly, his fingers splayed across her lower back, a traitorous part of her body sighed into him. ’But...’
’I don’t want to run,’ she realized with horror. ’I don’t know if I even can.’
Rex finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that she could feel against her cheek. "Don’t think too hard, Professor."
"Your brain’s clearly not working right now because of that first squirt. Just lay there and take it."
His words were cruel, mocking her intelligence just like always, but the way he held her strong, steady, and unyielding told a different story. And that was the most terrifying thing of all.
Rex didn’t place Elizabeth back on the floor. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and hauled her up, flipping her over until she was draped facedown across his lap. Her chest was pressed into his hard thighs, her face hanging over the edge of the mattress, completely exposed.
"Look at you," Rex growled, his voice vibrating through her entire body.
He pressed one massive palm flat against her lower back, pinning her down with effortless strength. "Can’t even stand on your own two feet after I fuck you properly."
"You’re getting weak, Professor."
His other hand went straight back to work, burying three thick fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. But this ti, he wasn’t just stabbing at her; he was working her with a deliberate, brutal rhythm that made her entire body arch off his legs.
"GGHHHH!"
He was both training and educating her, with his fingers working her walls at a relentless tempo that left no room for hesitation. "That squirt needs so revision, so I make sure to let you squirt it all out!"
"This position is...!" Elizabeth tried to move but couldn’t. "It’s embarrassing...!"
"That’s right," Rex urged, his voice dropping to a dark, commanding purr. "Get used to that feeling!"
"Get used to being stretched open by a real man!"
"Alexander won’t ever do this to you! He’ll never make you feel this fucking alive!"
Elizabeth’s body betrayed her instantly. Her hips began to wiggle back against his hand, her pussy walls clenching around his fingers in a desperate, involuntary response to the stimulation.
She felt her consciousness fracturing between the sha of her position and the sheer, overwhelming pleasure Rex was systematically rebuilding in her body.
"Fuck," her mind scread through the haze of arousal. ’He’s... he’s making crave it!’
’’Why do I like this? Why do I like him doing this to ?’
As the pleasure began to build, faster and harder than before, Elizabeth’s composure shattered. She instinctively slapped a hand over her mouth, her fingers pressing hard against her lips to stifle the sounds, but it was useless.
"Mrrrggghhhhhhhhh!" The moans tore through her fingers—deep, guttural, desperate sounds that no professor should ever make. ’This is too intense... there’s another level to this...?!’
’I didn’t know...!’
SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!
"Mmrrrgggghhhhhh—uck!"
"Don’t you dare muffle that," Rex commanded, his fingers working faster, his thumb finding her clit and grinding against it with punishing precision. "I want to hear you!"
"I want to hear you beg for it~!"
"I want you to fucking admit you’re a slut for this."
Every ti she neared the edge, Rex would shift his rhythm just enough to keep her dangling, teasing her body with the promise of release and then pulling back at the last second. He was conducting her pleasure like a goddamn instrunt, driving her to the brink of madness over and over again.
’He’s doing it to on purpose,’ Elizabeth realized through the haze of pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut as her body bucked beneath him. ’He’s breaking ... He’s making addicted to it more...!’
Her hips were rolling helplessly now, her lower body grinding back against his hand with a desperate, starving need. She knew it was wrong.
But as Rex’s fingers worked deeper and harder, finding that perfect, overwhelming angle, she realized with terrifying clarity that she didn’t even want to stop.
"That’s it," Rex urged, his voice dropping to a whisper against her ear as he felt her muscles tightening around his fingers. "You’re so close, aren’t you, Professor!?"
"You’re right on the fucking edge!"
"Now let it out! Let hear you scream."
Elizabeth’s breath ca in ragged, desperate gasps. Her face was buried in the mattress, her hair splayed around her like a halo of chaos.
’Oh god... it’s overwhelming inside... ... it’s going to... I can’t...’
She could feel it building a tidal wave of pressure deep in her belly, an overwhelming, unstoppable force that threatened to drown her. She knew exactly what was coming.
She knew how it would feel. And for the first ti in her life, she let herself want it.
"Yes... fuck... please... more!" she finally cried out, her voice a broken, desperate plea as the orgasm began to swell.
Rex’s fingers worked faster still, his thumb grinding her clit like a weapon, his entire body tense with anticipation.
"That’s my won," he growled. "Give it to !"
"Show how much you want it by giving a real SQUIRTING~!"
"NGGGHHHHHH!!! MRRRGGGHHHH!!!"
And then, the dam broke.
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