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Just when I’m hoping he doesn’t notice, Kayden removes the blade from my mouth and trails it down to my jeans and the tent forming there. “You do love this. What a seasoned whore.” “Fuck you.” “Is that your way of asking for my help?” “Don’t touch me,” I say, but my voice is hoarse and it sounds like a moan, because he’s still playing with my nipples, alternating, pinching, and rubbing My head grows dizzy as I practically leak into my boxers. What the fuck⁠— “Your mouth and body sing a different tune, little monster.” He cuts through the waistband of my jeans, then puts the knife on the nightstand and lowers my pants and boxers enough to release my hardening cock. It jerks and pulses in his hand—like a fucking hormonal freak. Even with the drugs, I shouldn’t have this much of a visceral reaction to another man touching me. And not just any man, but my professor who definitely enjoys overpowering and dominating me. He squeezes me at the base and we both watch, me in horror, him in fasci