I made it three steps out of his office before the string between my legs started doing its job.
Every stride dragged that thin red line tight across my c**t, splitting my soaked folds, rubbing raw and relentless. My bound wrists were shoved deep into the pockets of my coat so no one in the hallway would see. My thighs were already shiny. I could feel the wetness sliding down toward my knees with every forced step.
By the time I reached the stairwell I was biting the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood. Students passed me on the way to evening classes. Normal. Laughing. Talking about deadlines. None of them knew their literature professor had just finger-f****d me against his office wall and sent me home with his string buried against my cunt like a leash.
I barely made it int
