Daddy’s Naughty Girl 5

I slipped out of Elias’s arms while he was still catching his breath, my legs shaky and my whole body buzzing.

The office smelled like us, sex and sweat and the faint trace of his cologne.

I grabbed my ripped crop top from the floor, holding it against my chest like it could hide anything, and mumbled something about needing to clean up.

His private bathroom was just off the office, small, tiled, mercifully stocked with a clean towel and soap. I locked the door behind me and stared at my reflection under the harsh fluorescent light.

My hair was a wild mess, lips swollen, neck dotted with faint red marks. My nipples were still hard, skin flushed.

I looked exactly like what I was, a girl who’d just been thoroughly fucked by her professor.

I turned on the cold water and splashed my face, then did my best to clean up between my legs with damp paper towels. My skirt was wrinkled but intact.

The crop top was ruined, one strap torn but I tied it in