Killian Jones wasn't sure if he liked his classes, or even the idea of college. It didn't seem like anyone could get a job, degree or not, so why spend the money? He wasn't sure if he liked a lot of things, but he knew two things for sure.

The first was that he loved women.

If nothing else, that made his classes bearable. There were beautiful women everywhere and he wasn't picky.

The second was that he hated the Dean of Students. Mr. Gold called Killian into his office at least twice a semester to tell him that he might not have what it took to go to the university. That he would have to try harder if he wanted to get anywhere in life. That he needed direction.

If it wasn't for Mr. Gold's lack of belief in him, Killian probably would have dropped out a long time ago. Unfortunately, he was determined to prove to the other man that he could succeed, and so he stayed in school.

That really sucked, because he hated school.

His love of women coupled with his hatred for the Dean of Students was probably what fed his attraction to Gold's ex-wife, Ms. Cora Mills.

The first time he saw her it was only in passing, and he didn't really know who she was. He did a double-take because she was beautiful, but once he realized that she was too old to be a student, he moved on. The last thing he needed was for Mr. Gold to call him into his office and fire him for fraternizing with a professor.

Then, he learned who she was.

She was Mr. Gold's ex-wife, and that changed everything.

Suddenly it didn't matter that she was old enough to be his mother. What mattered was that her blouse was usually just unbuttoned enough that when she bent over to tell him what he'd done wrong, he could see down her shirt.

The class didn't matter. It was some dumb intro to literature that focused on fairytales. Killian was a junior. He hadn't taken an intro course in awhile—but for Cora, he was willing. For Cora, his cock ached at night and he licked his lips during class thinking about her sweet, sweet cunt.

Killian Jones was, in fact, so transfixed on Professor Cora Mill's breasts and cunt that he didn't really pay attention in class. Apparently it showed, because less than a month into the semester, she called him to her office.

Elated, Killian was quick to respond to the invitation.

"Professor?" He said as he walked into the older woman's office, his accent thick and dropping because he knew that women liked it. "You wanted to see me?"

"I did." Cora was sitting behind her desk, straight as an arrow. Killian could barely see down her shirt—it was disappointing. "Do you know why you're here?"

"Because I don't pay attention? Because I'm a distraction? Because I don't do my work?" Killian threw out the reasons why other teachers and professors had called him out in the past. He was much more focused on Cora's lipstick, and idly wondered what it would look like smeared on his shirt.

"How seriously or not seriously you take my class is not my problem." Cora leaned forward, and there they were—her beautiful, beautiful breasts. He could almost see them. "The problem is that you are letting yourself get distracted with things that are,"

The professor paused, and licked her ruby led lips.

"Inappropriate."

"Is that so?" Killian asked, moving his gaze up to her face.

"This isn't a game, Mr. Jones, and I'm no fool." Cora leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Do you really think you're the first student to stare at me?"

"Of course not. I imagine you've always gotten looked at." Killian wasn't sure what Professor Mills was getting at, but he liked where their conversation was going.

"And where do you think that's going to get you?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Do you think that staring at your professor—disrespecting her as an educator and turning her into some sort of sex fantasy—is going to get you anything but a failing grade?"

"I'm perfectly aware of my actions." He smiled. "But if you were really so uncomfortable, then why not call me out in class? Surely that would be a better way to teach me a lesson."

Cora laughed.

"Attention is exactly what you want—why would I do something so idiotic? Honestly, you stupid little boy. What do you take me for?" She met his gaze again. "I've seen countless young men exactly like you come and go. Young, handsome idiots without a care in the world who think they can have whatever they want."

"I'm afraid I don't understand the point of your lecture, Professor." Killian was quickly growing bored. He hated being judged. "If all you're going to do is insult me, I think that I'll take my business elsewhere."

"Oh, I'm going to do much more than that." Cora stood and leaned across the desk, taking Killian's chin. "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"Is that so?" Killian breathed out, focusing on her lips. "And what are you going to teach me, Professor Mills?"

"If you do exactly what I say, I'm going to fuck you. Do you think you're capable of that?"

"Aye. I…I think I can manage it." Cora was going to fuck him. The thought made him half-hard where he sat. Was this real? If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. Not until he'd buried himself between the older woman's legs.

"Good." Pulling back, Cora turned and grabbed her coat and purse. "Come with me."

"Absolutely."

Not realizing that he was acting like a kid with candy, he followed Cora out of her office, down the hall, and into the parking lot.

A few minutes later, they were in her car and moving away from campus.

"This is really going to happen?" Killian asked, licking his lips and looking over at Cora.

"If you listen to me, then yes." The professor reached over and gave Killian's leg a squeeze.

"Fantastic." He couldn't keep a grin off of his face. This was actually happening. He was going to fuck his professor—Mr. Gold's ex-wife.

Awesome.

By the time that they were standing in Cora's apartment, Killian's head was full of ideas about what he was going to do to the former Mrs. Gold. As soon as the front door was closed, he was leaning forward to start kissing the back of her neck.

"Not yet." Turning around, she put a hand on his chest and pushed him away.

"Not yet?" He echoed, brow furrowed, hands on her waist.

"I told you. If you want to do this, then you have to listen to me. You need to obey everything that I say, or you're out the door with no way home."

"Yeah?" The idea of letting the older woman call the shots was surprisingly appealing. Wasn't this what a lot of fantasies were made of? Come to think of it, Killian was pretty sure he'd watched a few pornoes with the exact same plot.

If he was right, he was going to have his face between Cora's legs sooner than later, and that suited him (and his aching cock) just fine.

"Mmhm." Cora moved her hand up so that she was pressing a finger to his lips. "Not a word while I tell you what to do. Understand?"

He gave a small nod, his gaze dropping down to her blouse.

"Good." A smirk on her lips, she moved her other hand to start unbuttoning her blouse. Killian's mouth started to water. "Like most boys your age, I'm sure that you're filthy. Some women like that,"

She paused and shrugged out of her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

"I however prefer my men clean. Go down the hall. Third door to the right, you'll find a bathroom. Shower, and be thorough." Reaching up, she pulled a pin out of her hair and sent it cascading down her shoulders.

Killian swallowed hard. With her hair up and her blouse buttoned, Cora looked like the sexy teacher that every schoolboy dreamed about.

With her hair down and her shirt off, she looked magnificent.

"When you're finished, you may join me in the will be no need to redress. Do you understand me?"

Killian opened his mouth to speak, and then hesitated. He wanted to say something witty, but didn't want to risk getting kicked out of the apartment.

She smiled, and he relaxed, relieved.

"Good boy." She crooned, and he was again aware of how uncomfortably tight his pants were. "You may answer me."

"Yes." He said immediately, doing nothing to hide how hard she was making him.

"Oh—that reminds me." She reached out and hooked her fingers in the front of his t-shirt, pulling him in so that she could whisper in his ear. "If you don't want to find yourself walking back to campus all alone, you will answer my questions with "yes ma'am" or "no ma'am". You will only address me as "Ms. Mills". Can you do that?"

"Yes ma'am." He whispered back, his heart racing. He'd never let a woman take the lead like this before, but he'd also never fucked one of his professors. There was a first time for everything.

"Good. Now get going." A hand on his waist, she turned him around and gave his ass a soft slap to move him forward. "Third door to the right. When you're done, I'll be in the bedroom. The door will be open. While you're at it, get rid of that thing in your pants. I'm going to need you to last more than five minutes."

Not about to linger and ask questions, Killian almost ran down the hall, pulling off his shirt as he went. By the time that he was in the shower and the water was on, his hand was on his cock and he was furiously jerking off to the thought of getting between Cora's legs.

That woman on top of him—wet and willing and ready and saying good boy and—

It turned out that Cora's estimate of five minutes had been an enormous exaggeration. The orgasm hadn't been all that good—it had been quick, it didn't matter, what would matter was what it felt like to come inside of Mr. Gold's ex wife—but it brought him one step closer to bedding his English professor.

Grabbing a bar of soap, he thought back to what she's said. Be thorough? What did that even mean? Leaning back against the wall of the shower, he quickly soaped his chest, his hand moving down towards his crotch.

Maybe she'd had a point. It had been a few days since he'd showered.

After making quick work of giving everything a rinse (he was having sex after this, right? So even his ass had to come up smelling like a rose, or else she'd have a reason to kick him out) he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Tying it around his waist, he glanced into the mirror.

A quick tousle of his hair—and perfect. No woman could resist that.

"Ms. Mills?" He called out as he entered the hall, making a beeline for an open door that had to be the bedroom.

"If you don't hurry, I'll finish without you." Her voice carried down the hall, and Killian's cock stirred beneath the towel that he was still wearing.

As he reached the doorway, he paused so that he could stare.

Girls had dressed up for Killian before. It was something he actually really liked. He'd gone to frathouse Halloween parties with Red Riding Hood on one arm and Sleeping Beauty on the other. He'd bought cheap-ass lingerie as apology gifts and torn it off of willing cheerleaders the next day.

He fucking loved it when girls did stuff like that just for him.

He'd expected Cora to maybe dress up a little while he was in the shower—put on some sexy glasses and some heels, really play up the professor thing.

Instead, she was just as he'd left her: in her bra, pencil skirt up to her waist and hair down over her shoulders. Despite all of his fantasies while he'd been showering, he wasn't disappointed. She still looked amazing.

A slow smile appeared on her face, and she beckoned him forward.

"Very nice." She said appreciatively, her hands on his hips as she looked up at him, an eyebrow raised. "Now that you're here, are you ready for more rules?"

"Yes ma'am." He drawled, grinning and moving forward into her grasp.

"Number one: you will continue to answer my questions with "yes ma'am" and "no ma'am". Number two: you will continue to refer to me only as Ms. Mills."

She pulled the towel down, giving his half-hard cock an appreciative glance.

"Number three: you will obey every command that I give. If you question or refuse me, you will be punished."

"Number four: if you want something, always use your manners."

"Number five: once we are finished—if you behave—I will drive you home. If you ask to stay, you will be made to walk."

Number six: if you want me to stop, just start talking about my ex-husband. That should be enough to kill the mood." She looked up and met his gaze. "Am I clear?"

"Crystal, Ms. Mills."

"Wonderful." Standing, she cupped his face and pulled him down into a kiss. Finally. Groaning appreciatively, he tangled his fingers in her hair and opened his mouth, pleasantly surprised when she met him with equal force, her nails raking down his back.

"Careful!" Killian hissed, breathless as Cora pushed him back against her bedroom wall, perfectly manicured fingernails digging into his ribcage.

"Why? Afraid that I'll break you?" She teased, pressing her lips just under his chin.

"No, ma'am." Laughing, he leaned down just slightly so that they could press their mouths together, his hands dipping down to grip her by the hips.

"Good boy." She whispered, reaching down and giving his cock a quick jerk. Moaning, he pushed his hips forward. "Undress me." Her lips moved to his neck, and he couldn't help but grin.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She hummed appreciatively against his neck and bit down hard. Groaning, he moved down to unzip her skirt, leaving the professor only in her underwear. That was gone a few seconds later, and they were both naked.

Pulling Cora into another kiss, he moved his hand up to her chest, his cock hard against her thigh. She met his advance eagerly, her fingers in his hair as she pulled him further down. He couldn't believe that he was doing this—fucking his English professor, the ex-wife of the man he hated more than anything.

She pulled away and took a few steps backwards towards the bed. He took it as an opportunity to look at her, and nearly came on the spot. Her lipstick had rubbed off against his face and neck, but her lips were still red thanks to how they'd been kissing.

Her breasts were fucking perfect, and her hair was messy from how he'd been grabbing it. She looked just as good breathless in bed as she did lecturing on the Grimm brothers.

A coy smile making its way onto her face, she spread her legs and looked from his face to her cunt.

"You know what to do."

Even though it was only about ten feet from the wall to the bed, he almost broke into a run, dropping to his knees in front of the bed. He put his hands on her thighs and leaned down with his mouth open.

"Wait." She said sternly, grabbing his hand again. "Ask for permission."

"Really? A—" It only took a quick glance up to realize that she was serious. Killian had been in her classes, and knew to take her threat to kick him out if he disobeyed her seriously. "…can I?"

"Can you what? That doesn't sound very polite, Killian."

"Can I eat you out?"

"Try again." She teased, and it was fucking painful how hard his cock was without her cunt in his face to distract him.

"Ms. Mills, can I please eat you out?"

"Better." She let go of his hair, and he moved his head down to press his open mouth against her. She was already wet, and he gave a few long, appreciative licks over her arousal to get the taste of her in his mouth. Her moan was her reward, and he was quick to move up to her clit, rubbing his tongue against it hard a time or two before pulling back to drag his tongue along her cunt.

Loving how aroused she was, he blew lightly against her arousal. He felt her shiver, and a moan escaped his lips. He started to move one of his hands up, but paused.

"I—Ms. Mills?"

"Yes?" She looked down at him, one hand still in his hair.

"May I use my fingers?" He asked, swallowing and licking his lips.

"You may." She paused. "You agreed to obey my every command. Did you mean it?"

"Yes ma'am." He responded immediately, giving her cunt a quick kiss and rubbing his fingers briefly over her clit before popping them into his mouth to get them wet.

"Good." She paused, and leaned back against the bed, her legs still off the mattress. "Then make me come."

Holding back a whimper, Killian pulled his fingers from his mouth and moved his hand between her legs. Leaning back down, he pressed his open mouth between her legs again.

She was still wet, and his fingers went in easy. Curling them, he started to move them slowly against her, his tongue matching the pace of his hand. At first, Cora was somewhat relaxed against him, letting out an occasional sigh or moan.

Gradually, he started to move his fingers faster. His lips moved up to her clit, and he moved his tongue against it, kissing it with just as much passion as he'd given her lips. Cora's breathing became more erratic, and the hand in his hair became painful as her fingers dug into his scalp and she pulled his head forward.

If he'd been with another woman, he might have pulled away just to tease her. With Cora, he didn't dare do anything that might make this end.

He knew that she was going to come when her legs tensed up on either side of him and there were suddenly two hands in his hair. He started to move even faster, and his free hand moved up to her hip.

A few short minutes after that, Cora Mills let out the most delicious noise that Killian Jones had ever heard. He could feel her tighten around his fingers, her body tensing and relaxing with every wave of her orgasm. He didn't relax or let up until he felt her body still completely.

Part of the reason for it was that until she was done, Cora held his head in place. When he finally pulled back, he was panting hard and his arousal was inconveniently painful. She sat up slowly and cupped his face so that he had to look up at her. Her face was flushed.

"Good boy." She whispered, and he had to grab the base of his cock to stop from coming. "Are you ready for your next instructions?"

"Yes, ma'am." He breathed out, his voice somewhat hoarse as he licked his lips, still able to taste her.

"That's what I thought." She stood on slightly trembling legs, pulling him up with her. The evidence of her arousal was still glistening between her legs. He couldn't wait to fuck her. "Bend over the bed."

"I…what?" He asked, cracking his fingers (they were somewhat sore after what he'd done) and looking at her, obviously confused.

"Don't question me." Her voice was venom, and he was apologizing before he even knew it.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry Ms. Mills. " He said rather quickly.

"I know you are." She put a hand firmly on his back and pressed down. "Now, knees on the ground. Bend over." A little reluctantly he did as he was asked, wondering what she had in mind. "Forehead to the mattress. Close your eyes, don't look, and don't ask questions."

He almost asked why, but stopped himself before it was too late. Closing his eyes, he listened hard and tried to figure out what his professor was doing. He heard what sounded like a box opening followed by some rustling and a quiet ripping noise. Then, she was behind him again, and he heard a bottle open.

"Tell me, Killian, have you ever been fucked?"

"What?"

"Has anyone ever fucked you?"

"I've been with plenty of women Ms. Mills. I thought that was obvious."

"Don't take that tone with me." She'd slapped his ass hard before he could say anything else, and he was too stunned to do anything but reach down and grab his cock again to stop from coming before he'd even gotten inside her. When was he getting inside her? "Has anyone ever fucked you?"

Her hand moved down to his ass, her fingers wet against his—

"The hell are you doing!" He almost rolled over, but a firm hand against his back stopped him.

"If you were so opposed to it, you would have started talking about our dear Mr. Gold." Cora rubbed her lubricated fingers against his hole, and he shuddered. This was something that only a few girls had ever done, and even then it had been in passing while they were blowing him in an attempt to make him finish more quickly. It always worked. "Now, do you want me to stop?"

"No, ma'am." It came out as a whimper, and he felt his face go red.

"Good boy." She pushed a finger in, and he buried his face in the crook of his elbow. "Has anyone ever done this to you before?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"How much?" Her other hand moved down to grip his cock, and he wasn't sure which way to push his hips.

"Just…just a finger. Like this."

"My, my. How boring. And here I thought you were going to be quite adaring lover."

"I am!" He growled into his elbow, shifting slightly as she put in another finger. This much had been done to him before, but not for a long time. He'd forgotten that he liked it.

"That's good. Because if you lacked a sense of adventure, then you wouldn't let me fuck you."

"Ms. Mills, you can do whatever the hell you want to me." Killian groaned into the mattress, pushing back against her. She was gripping the base of his cock hard—he couldn't have come even if he wanted to, even though it fucking hurt.

The fingers didn't hurt, though, especially when she curled them just right and—

"Oh my god—" He twisted his fingers furiously in the sheets and bit down so hard on his lower lip that he could taste blood.

"No, not god. Goddess." She corrected, chuckling quietly as the third finger went in. That one did hurt a little, but he didn't care. Cora was going slowly and using plenty of lube, and only added a fourth finger once he'd relaxed again. It burned, but he didn't care.

"Ms. Mills, I'm starting to get the idea that you're not going to let me fuck you." He said eventually, tensing up as she spread her fingers.

She laughed outright at that, and pulled out her fingers.

"As if you're worth that. No. But this is far better, don't you think?"

He felt what had to be a strap-on rubbing against his hole, and his breath hitched. He felt the head of the toy (it didn't feel too big, thankfully) pressing against him, and it took all of his self-control not to push back and try and take it in more quickly than she was offering.

"Answer me." Her voice was low and dangerous, and he'd never been so fucking aroused in his fucking life.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Tell me what you want me to do. Ask me for it."

"I want it."

"You want what? What do you want me to do, Killian?" It was so close to being in, but a hand on his lower back was stopping him from rocking backwards and taking it in too soon.

"Please fuck me. Please fuck me, Ms. Mills." He muttered through gritted teeth, shame flooding his face. He'd never felt so humiliated—except maybe when Mr. Gold called him into his office—but he'd also never felt so good.

"You're such a filthy boy, Killian." She laughed, pressing forward. It finally went in, and he nearly pulled back. It wasn't as big as he'd expected, but it was bigger than her fingers and less flexible and it hurt. "Letting yourself be fucked like this."

"Boys like you like to call girls who do this names, don't they, Killian?" She crooned as she started to move. He could feel her add more lube, and he was relieved. "Things like slut?"

"Y-yes, ma'am!" He pushed back slightly against her.

"Tell me. What other names do you call them?"

"Whore, dirty, hooker—"

"That's right, Killian. And now you're one of them. You're a filthy, filthy slut." She paused, and pushed in further than she had before. He cried out—it hurt, and it felt good because it was in just the right fucking spot— "Say it. Say that you're a slut."

She spanked him again, and he found himself wishing that she'd do it again. She did, and he drew a ragged breath before following through with her command.

"I'm a slut!" He cried out, unable to help himself. How had this even happened? He fucked women! They didn't fuck him. He wasn't like that. He wasn't gay, he wasn't fucked up he was a fucking player, but his English professor was fucking him and it felt so fucking amazing.

"That's right, you stupid little boy." She laughed, and it was music to his ears.

She started going faster. He imagined that she would have been more rough if they'd done this before, but it was his first time being penetrated like this and he wasn't sure that he could have taken it. On that note, it was clear that Cora knew what she was doing. That she'd done this before.

Had she done it to Mr. Gold?

The thought of the Dean of Students getting fucked up his ass was so satisfying that Killian decided if he didn't come soon, he was going to die.

"Please!"

"Please, what?" She teased, moving in just the right way.

"Let me come." He whispered, entire body shaking as he was continually denied release.

"Again. Be polite." She gave an especially hard thrust to get her point across, and he actually felt a few frustrated tears on his face.

"Please let me come. Ms. Mills, please let me come." He groaned, the words quiet. Just because he had to say them didn't mean that they had to be loud.

"I can't hear you." She gave his ass another hard slap. "Louder."

"Ms. Mills, please let me come!" He cried out, because anything would be worth an orgasm.

"Good boy."

She finally started moving her hand over his cock. Before he could think of anything else, he was seeing white and coming hard, his entire body shaking with what was hands down the most satisfying orgasm of his entire life.

Her thrusts slowed, and she pulled out.

He was left panting on the bed, his ass aching and his legs weak. It took quite a lot of effort, but he managed to turn around and move so that he was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Cora had left the room. He could only assume that she was coming back soon.

When she returned, she was wearing a robe and holding a glass of water and what he could only assume were painkillers. His clothes were tucked under her arm. "Here." She stood in front of him.

He sat up in bed, wincing, and took the water and the pills, downing them both in one go.

"Now get dressed, and I'll drive you home."

Right. That had been one of the rules. Really, Killian was just glad that he didn't have to walk. As far as he could tell, the game was over, so he flashed her a cheeky grin and cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, ma'am."

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