Read Professor’s Rule 01 - Giving an Inch for Free Online

a reminder of how forbidden this was and of the punishment that was sure to come. Caning? Denial? It didn’t matter.
    He’d take it and he wouldn’t even be sorry for it.
    Much.
    The tremor in Satish’s hands and the tight drawing of his nuts told James the end was hurtling toward them, and he threw himself at it for an unflinching, head-on collision. Carson hadn’t specified how this part was supposed to go, but really, even if he had, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. James knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was to swallow a mouthful of Satish’s cum, feel it on his tongue, taste it, let it coat the inside of his mouth.
    So he sucked. He rolled his gaze upward and tugged at Satish’s shirt, just enough to get him to open his eyes to dark-fringed slits. He watched Satish’s face and knew Satish was watching back.
    He let Satish know how much he loved it, how hungry he was for it. Staring up in pure cock-sucking adoration, James drove himself all the way down, until his lips were wrapped around the base of Satish’s cock, until his breath warmed the dark thatch of hair there. Satish made another strangled sound and his eyes clenched shut. Something surged underneath the skin pressed against James’s stretched-taut lower lip, and he drew back just in time to let that initial burst erupt across his tongue.
    Totally shameless, James jerked himself and watched Satish’s face as jet after jet of warm, salty cum coated his extended tongue. A few drops hit his upper lip, but that was fine—better than fine, actually, because in the mirror behind Satish’s thigh he could see himself reflected, and he looked so perfect kneeling there with his flushed cock hanging free and his hand a blur of movement and his reddened face wet with tears and drool and Satish’s spunk.
    When the pulsations stopped, he slid all the way to the root again and let Satish feel the rippling of his throat as he swallowed.
    Had he more presence of mind, he would have admired the restraint it took for Satish to limit himself to a few sharp gasps, but there wasn’t time for that. The tension in his balls hit the critical stage, and when James’s hand twisted and curled around the head of his own cock, there was another rush, another eruption, filling his palm and dripping down his dick. He released Satish’s twitching cock, letting it trail spit and slime down his jaw, and panted through his own release, shuddering.
    The silence in the aftermath was thunderous. James could practically hear Satish’s incredulous Holy shit, did I actually just do that? mental litany. But Satish didn’t freak out. He was relatively calm as he reached down to stroke James’s face before working to right his clothing with hands that still trembled slightly.
    James heard a buzz and realized his phone was vibrating. Realized it had been for some time, and he hadn’t noticed.
    “Your sister?” Satish asked, voice soft as if he didn’t really want to speak.
    “Um . . . yeah.” James looked around for somewhere to wipe his hand and finally grabbed the T-shirt he’d arrived at the store in. “I’ll wear this shirt out, if that’s okay with you?”
    Satish nodded gracefully, some of his composure returning. “Of course.”
    Hand clean—if somewhat sticky—James checked the message.
    Buy all the clothes he’s shown you. Make sure he gets a commission worthy of his time .
    Jesus fuck, how much money did Carson think he had? But he was right. Maybe if Satish came out of this with a nice fat sale, his boss wouldn’t consider objecting (nor would he wonder about) the amount of time and “individual attention” it had taken.
    James smiled up at Satish, trying to look steadier than he felt. His knees ached and some pins that had fallen into the carpet were pricking him just enough to be uncomfortable. Also, he really wasn’t used to kneeling like this anymore.
    “Ring everything up,” he said. “I’ll take the whole kit and