Valerie woke the next morning sick to her stomach over how she behaved last night. She couldn’t believe she had not only stripped for Damien on the roof where anyone could have come out and seen her, but also practically begged him to finger her, bringing her to one of the best orgasms she had in a while. How could she have done that to Holly? How could she have succumbed to her lust that quickly. She stripped in front of her friend’s boyfriend, throwing herself at him. She sighed as she jerked the covers off her still-naked body. “I’m such a bitch.”She tried to replay the entire evening in her head as she showered and got dressed for work in order to see where she lost control, but the only thing she remembered was getting angry every time Damien opened his mouth. He just sat there in his chair, acting as if he was ignoring her, and taunting her with his wisecracks about how uptight he thought she was. And she had played right into his hands, e

The entire way home, Valerie stewed, her anger at Damien telling his friends about what happened last night simmering just below her surface. It was bad enough that Dean heard her crying out from her orgasm, but to have someone else she worked with know what she did was humiliating. What the hell had Damien been thinking? She had to face Nick ever day at the college. She didn’t need him smirking at her behind her back. Or to her face since that’s what he just did. She growled in frustration as she pulled into her parking spot. She would need to tell Damien to knock it off. She would have assumed he would have kept quiet, so Holly didn’t find out what happened, not go around bragging about it. The man had balls; Valerie would give him that.Just as she reached her front door, she heard tires on the pavement behind her. Turning, she saw Damien pull into the parking lot and into his spot. She cast a quick glance at her watch. 4:15. Holly wouldn’t be home

She groaned as she laid on the floor, her pussy aching for release, as Damien simply walked away. She couldn’t believe he had just left her like that, made her suck his cock, swallow his cum, and then just got up and walked out of her apartment. He didn’t even say goodbye, just gave her more orders. And the worst part about it all was that it made her even hotter.She shoved herself off the floor, leaving her clothes where they were, and headed for her bedroom, Hurling herself onto the bed, she reached for her vibrator in her nightstand, her cunt aching for release. As she laid back on the bed, spreading her legs, she ran her fingers between her folds, amazed at how wet she was. How could obeying Damien have this much of an effect on her? He was a cocky, arrogant bastard, and yet, she had begged to suck his cock, promising to do whatever he commanded.Rubbing her hardened pearl in small circles, she thought of how he told her she would need to practice suck

The rest of the day seemed to drag for Valerie. All she could think about was getting back home and into Damien’s apartment to discover what he had planned for her next. For a moment, she felt guilty about what she was ready to do to Holly, but the intensity of what she felt when Damien ordered her about was simply too much to surrender. Of course, her guilt added to her shame, which also made her honey stir as she thought about it. God, how twisted am I, she wondered.Her mind swirled in such a horny fog, she didn’t even allow Dean’s dirty smirk to bother her in class. He was merely someone she had to endure for an hour and a half every day, and she could ignore him just as she had ignored Nick when he found her in the hall after lunch, his salacious leer making her shudder. How the man ever managed to get the female students into dark corners was beyond Valerie’s comprehension. The man oozed repulsion, like that dirty old man you see slinking out of

Valerie grew restless as she sat at her desk, watching the students pore over the assignment she gave them in order to keep them busy so she could think. Outside of when she had been forced to have dinner with him and his girlfriend, Damien hadn’t talked to her since he spanked her ass Wednesday afternoon. He never told her when to come to his apartment again, or if he planned on showing up at hers. No future expectations of when he would play with her again. There were no orders, no teasing, no texts, nothing. He had just gone silent. At first, she wondered if she should reach out to him, asking him what she could do to please him or how to serve him, but then she worried that would break one of his rules or guidelines. She didn’t want to text him, however, because she didn’t know if Holly looked at his phone. And then that thought brought another bout of guilt to her mind as she realized she was acting like the mistress for Damien, his side piece behind his girlf