I Want It

BLAKE'S POV

The instant Bella ushered me into my office, she swiftly locked the door, creating an atmosphere of privacy and intrigue. I couldn't believe her unexpected reaction. The mere act of receiving a gift from another woman shouldn't have triggered such intensity. The lingering question in my mind: was she harboring feelings of jealousy?

We stood at a slight distance, our gazes steadfastly engaged. Abruptly, she lowered her head, and it became evident that a sense of shyness enveloped her, stemming from the recent actions she had undertaken.

The office sustained its hushed ambiance until she broke the silence, uttering, "I... I am sorry for that. It was... it was an overreaction."

Observing her sudden bashfulness, I couldn't resist a smirk. There's an undeniable charm to shy girls, and witnessing her shyness gave me a newfound sense of confidence and morale.

"Were you jealous?" I inquired, bridging the short gap between us. She promptly lifted her head, meeting my gaze.

"Huh?" She quizzically arched her brows in my direction.

"Were you feeling a tinge of jealousy when I received that gift earlier?" I repeated, and her subtle gulp didn't escape my notice.

"No... Yes... I mean, no, I wasn't jealous," she stammered, taking a step backward.

I closed the distance further, and she continued to retreat. "Then why did you snatch the watch from me and give it back to that lady?" I pressed on. "Why did you say those words to her and drag me to my office?"

Her gaze faltered, avoiding direct eye contact, and she hesitated before responding. "I... I didn't want her to misunderstand. It was... it was a misunderstanding, and I needed to clear it up."

As I closed in, her retreat ceased, and she fidgeted nervously. "Dragging you to the office was... it just seemed like the right thing to do at that moment," she admitted, her tone revealing a mix of uncertainty and sincerity.

"So you mean you weren't jealous of that lady giving me a wristwatch as a gift?" I asked, a smirk gracing my lips.

Her cheeks tinged with a hint of color, and she fumbled for words. "Well, I... maybe just a little," she admitted, adjusting her eyeglasses and breaking into a shy smile that contradicted her attempt to appear nonchalant.

At that moment, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked. The sincerity in her admission and the vulnerability behind her smile added a captivating charm to her already enchanting presence.

Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of shyness and sincerity, drawing me in with their depth. The soft hue of her flushed cheeks complemented the radiance of her eyes, creating an appealing contrast. As she nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, her features showcased an effortless elegance that made her beauty truly captivating.

My eyes shifted to the beautiful black she wore. The gown hugged her curves, emphasizing her graceful figure. The fabric followed her body's lines, creating an enticing silhouette that stirred a subtle sense of attraction. The gown's simple elegance highlighted Bella's enchanting curves, and the contrast between her modest demeanor and the dress's sensual embrace created a magnetic presence.

I felt a sudden stab of lust as I continued gazing at her tempting body. Succumbing to the magnetic pull, I wrapped my right arm around her waist, pulling her into an intimate embrace. The sudden closeness elicited a gasp from her, and as our eyes locked, the air seemed charged with a potent mix of desire and anticipation.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look, Bella?" I whispered in a seductive manner. I noticed her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red, and she immediately lowered her gaze, a shy smile playing on her lips.

Her shy smile lingered when our eyes met again, and in that quiet moment, I could feel a subtle vulnerability beneath her calm demeanor.

"You... you might be the first person to tell me that," she admitted, her voice holding a delicate mix of surprise and gratitude, as if my words had revealed a beauty she hadn't fully seen in herself.

My eyes shifted to her full, pink lips, which looked enticing and kissable. A magnetic pull seemed to draw my gaze, and the charged atmosphere between us heightened the awareness of every subtle detail. The desire to close the distance and taste the sweetness of that moment lingered, creating an unspoken tension that hung in the air.

Unable to resist the allure of desire, I leaned closer, and in a moment of surrendered passion, I captured her lips. The world around us faded into insignificance as the warmth of the kiss enveloped us, forging an intimate connection that spoke volumes in the profound silence.

Her soft response said a lot, and for a quick moment, time felt like it stopped. As our lips met in a gentle kiss, the lines between us blurred, and the outside world disappeared.

As the gentle kiss transformed into an intense one, I couldn't help but be drawn further into the moment. My hands delicately traced the contours of her soft backside, and the soft press ignited a passionate response. She moaned softly into the kiss, her arms enveloping my neck, pulling me closer. The connection deepened as her body pressed more firmly against mine, making me horny as fuck.

Suddenly, broke the kiss and took a step backward from me, confusing me

"This... this is wrong, professor." She stammered, her lips swollen a bit due to the intensity of our kiss.

"And why is it wrong, beautiful Bella?" I took a step closer to her, covering the distance between us.

"This, what we're engaging in, is totally wrong because of our student-teacher relationship," she replied, her voice tinged with anxiety.

"And you seem to be forgetting the fact that I'm also your mate!" I said as I unexpectedly lifted her and carried her to my desk, placing her gently upon it.

"So, my dear Bella, what were you saying?" he teased, his right hand subtly finding its way beneath her ebony gown.

"Professor Blake, what... what we are doing is totally wrong. We shouldn't be doing this at all." She replied, lowering her gaze and playing with her fingers.

"Are you sure we shouldn't be doing this?" I smirked as my right hand found it's way under her black gown, and before she could speak, I shifted her wet panties and delicately introduced two fingers into her moist core.

"Tell me, Bella. Is this right or wrong?" I asked as I enjoyed the feeling of her tight, moist pussy enveloping my fingers.

Rather than offering words, she emitted a soft, involuntary moan as I began to rhythmically move my fingers in and out of her in a deliberate, tantalizing manner.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop immediately," I whispered seductively, my fingers intensifying their movements, causing her to throw her head back in pure ecstasy.

"Answer me, Bella. Do you want this or not?" I doubled the speed of my fingers, causing her legs to start shaking.

"I.... I want it! I fucking want it!!" she finally admitted, and my lips curved into a mischievous smile.

Suddenly, I stopped fingering her, and I pulled my fingers out of her moist core. She looked at me with a confused expression on her face, and I knew she was wondering why I suddenly stopped. I licked my fingertips before delicately guiding her to recline on the desk. Stepping between her thighs, I focused intently on her captivating face.

Her eyes held mine in silence, and a sly grin crossed my face as I leaned towards her right ear. In a hushed tone, I whispered, "Bella, I'll fulfill your desires in abundance. I'll make you cum several times and I'll make you scream my name till you lose your voice." After whispering those words into her ear, I slowly dragged up her gown, giving me a clearer and proper view of her wet, pink panties.

I noticed her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I gazed at her panties. I ran my tongue over my lips lustfully before dragging down her panties slowly and seductively. Her neatly shaved pussy came into view, and my eyes darkened with pure lust.