Chapter 503. Almost Got Caught, But Still That Was So F-Ing Hot And Funny!**

He chuckled softly, a warm, affectionate sound. "I know she can be quite formidable when she’s in ’Professor mode,’ but beneath that composed exterior is one of the most remarkable women I’ve ever known."

"Seeing her in her element... it’s truly something special."

’He’s praising me... he’s talking about my grace and my beauty while my face is buried in Rex’s crotch.’

’He thinks he knows me. He thinks he knows the woman he’s going to marry.’

’If only he could see the ’light’ he’s talking about; it’s the wet, glistening sheen of Rex’s cock on my lips.’

’The irony is so sharp it’s almost a physical pain.’

’He calls me remarkable... and here I am, behaving like a common animal, worshipping a man who is currently mocking him to his face.’

Rex felt a surge of dark amusement. The sensation of Elizabeth’s tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his shaft was exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to Alexander’s sentimental rambling.

He maintained his mask of calm, though his eyes darkened with a predatory satisfaction. He leaned forward slightly, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, feeling the heat of Elizabeth’s breath against his skin.

"She is indeed remarkable, Alexander," Rex said, his voice steady, though he had to consciously suppress a low growl as Elizabeth took him a little deeper than usual. "A woman like that... she’s a rare find... a treasure."

He paused, letting the weight of his words hang in the air, his gaze locking onto Alexander’s with an intensity that was almost unsettling.

"If you’ll permit me a bit of unsolicited advice, Alexander," Rex added, his tone shifting to something more serious, more commanding. "A woman of her caliber... she requires a very specific kind of attention."

"She needs to be cherished."

"She needs to be... handled with care, but also with a certain... strength," Rex smiled. "You have to make sure you treat her well."

"Don’t take her poise for granted. A woman like Elizabeth... she has depths you might not even begin to fathom."

Alexander blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden gravity in Rex’s voice. "You’re absolutely right, Rex."

"You’re more right than you know... I intend to spend the rest of my life proving that to her."

’Handle me with strength... oh, gods, Rex, he’s telling you exactly what you’re doing!’

’He’s telling you to treat me with strength, and you’re currently using me like a piece of meat!’

’The audacity of this man... the sheer, unmitigated gall! And yet... hearing him say it, while feeling the way he’s looking down at me... it makes me want to scream.’

’It makes me want to pull him even deeper and let out a moan that will shatter the very foundations of this Academy!’

Rex felt a triumphant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looked down at the top of Elizabeth’s head, seeing the way her hair trembled with her suppressed sobs of pleasure.

He was playing a dangerous game, a game of shadows and secrets, and as Alexander stood there, praising the woman who was currently a slave to his friend’s lust, Rex had never felt more in control.

"Well, Rex, I should probably get back," Alexander said, pushing himself off the desk and adjusting his robes. "Those reincarnators are waiting for the next session, and they can be quite a handful if they feel neglected."

"If Elizabeth finishes her... ’freshening up’ soon, tell her to meet me back in the classroom."

"We have much to discuss regarding the new curriculum."

"Of course," Rex replied, his voice a masterpiece of nonchalance, though his muscles were beginning to coil like a spring. "I’ll let her know the moment she’s ready."

"Excellent... Thanks again, Rex. Truly." With a final, appreciative nod, Alexander turned and began to walk toward the heavy oak doors.

The moment Alexander’s back was turned, Rex’s composure fractured. The sensation of Elizabeth’s mouth the warmth, the desperate, rhythmic suction, the way her tongue teased the very tip of him pushed him over the edge. He reached down under the desk, his hand finding the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair to guide her, to force her to take every inch of him as the dam finally broke.

" Nnn ghhh! " Elizabeth’s eyes flew wide, her entire body stiffening as Rex’s massive cock pulsed violently.

He let out a silent, shuddering breath as he erupted. A hot, thick torrent of semen flooded her mouth, pulsing deep into her throat. He didn’t hold back; he came with a ferocity that felt like it would never end, his seed pouring into her in heavy, rhythmic waves. Elizabeth, caught in the middle of a massive, involuntary swallow, had to fight every instinct to gag or moan. She worked her throat frantically, her eyes watering, her cheeks bulging as she desperately tried to swallow the overwhelming volume of his release, her mind screaming in a mixture of ecstasy and pure, unadulterated panic.

Alexander stopped mid stride. He turned back toward the door, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Did you hear that, Rex?" Alexander asked, tilting his head. "It sounded like... a muffled thud? Or perhaps a heavy sigh?"

Rex didn’t miss a beat. He leaned back in the chair, his hands resting casually on the desk, his face a mask of bored, scholarly calm, even as he felt the last of his semen leaking from his cock and into Elizabeth’s waiting mouth.

"Hear what?" Rex asked, raising a single eyebrow. "The wind in the rafters?"

Alexander frowned for a second, looking toward the desk, then back at Rex. "Perhaps you’re right..."

"My imagination is getting the better of me. Anyway, see you later!"

With a final wave, Alexander exited the room, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.

’Oh god... that was so close...’

The moment the latch caught, a long, shuddering, and incredibly wet moan broke the silence of the archive.

Elizabeth collapsed forward, her forehead resting against the cool wood of the desk, her mouth still dripping with the evidence of Rex’s conquest. She was trembling, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

He... he left... He has no idea...’

’He has absolutely no fucking idea. He was standing right there... and Rex... Rex just... he filled me... he filled my mouth so much I thought I would drown in him.’

’The shame... the absolute, delicious, terrifying shame... I am a wreck...’

’I am a complete and utter mess, and he thinks I’m just in the washroom...’

’God, help me... because Rex certainly won’t.’

Rex looked down at her, a dark, triumphant grin spreading across his face. He reached down, tracing a finger along her jawline, catching a stray drop of his own seed.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You didn’t make a sound."

"And, not gonna lie, that shit was fucking hot and funny at the same time, seeing you and that fucking bum who doesn’t have any clue what happened under this desk."

Elizabeth remained huddled under the desk for a few moments, her chest heaving as she tried to regain some semblance of her dignity. With trembling hands, she reached for a silk handkerchief she kept in her pocket, desperately wiping the excess semen from her lips and the corners of her mouth.

She felt heavy, swollen, and utterly unraveled. Slowly, she crawled out from the shadows, her legs feeling like jelly as she stood up, her skin flushed a deep, telltale crimson.

She began to hurriedly smooth her hair and adjust her disheveled garments, her eyes darting toward the door as if Alexander might burst back in at any second. Finally, she turned to Rex, her eyes brimming with a mixture of lingering lust and genuine, frantic indignation.

"You are absolutely insane," she whispered, her voice still shaky and thick with the remnants of her climax. "You are so incredibly mean, Rex!"

"To do that... to come like that while he was standing right there... what if we had been caught?"

"If he had looked down just a second sooner, my entire life, my entire reputation, would have been destroyed in a single heartbeat!"

"You have no respect for the danger!"

Rex, however, didn’t look even remotely apologetic. He was leaning back in the chair, looking every bit the relaxed, dominant conqueror.

"Don’t be such a wuss." He watched her struggle to pull herself together with a look of pure, mocking amusement.

"Caught?" Rex snorted, a harsh, derisive sound. "Bitch, please."

"You weren’t worried about being caught; you were enjoying the thrill of being a little slut under his nose!" Rex pointed at her. "Don’t pretend you’re so innocent!"

’You were sucking me like your life depended on it."

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "And as for Alexander... the man is a fool."

"A well-meaning, polite, utterly oblivious fool. He stands there prattling on about ’grace’ and ’intellect’ while his own fiancée is beneath him, acting like a common whore."

"He doesn’t even know the woman he thinks he loves..."

"He loves a mask, Elizabeth. He loves the ’Professor.’ He has no idea that the real you is this messy, desperate creature who begs to be used."

"He’s not a fool," Elizabeth protested weakly, though her heart wasn’t in it. "He’s kind, and he’s gentle..."

"He’s soft," Rex countered sharply, his voice cutting through her defense. "He’s a man who would treat you like a delicate porcelain vase, afraid to crack the surface."

"But you don’t want a vase, do you? You want to be broken!"

"You want to be handled with the kind of strength that makes you forget your own name!"

"You want a man who can take you right in the middle of your precious office and make you forget every single ’important’ thing you’ve ever learned."

He stood up, looming over her, his presence filling the small space between them. "Stop acting like a martyr, Elizabeth."

"You weren’t a victim today... You were a participant, and you loved every second of the disrespect."

Elizabeth looked up at him, her mouth opening to argue, but the words died in her throat. She looked at his dark, confident eyes and felt that familiar, traitorous heat blooming in her core all over again.

She hated him for being so mean, for being so brutally honest, but she realized with a sinking, ecstatic dread that she had never felt more alive.

"Now, get back to your fiancé; he’s waiting there."