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Isabella stayed in her office after Oliver left.

She pulled the stack of quizzes closer and tried to focus on grading. The light blue sweater still felt too tight across her chest, and every time she leaned forward the short skirt rode higher on her thighs. She ignored both and forced her attention onto the papers in front of her.

Red pen in hand, she marked answers one by one. Most of the students had grasped the basic concepts. A few had clearly guessed. She worked steadily, the quiet of the third floor settling around her. For a short while the only sounds were the scratch of her pen and the distant noise of students in the hallway.

Her phone buzzed once on the desk.

She glanced at it, expecting a message from Daniel or another faculty reminder. Instead the name on the screen made her stomach tighten.

David Anderson.

She unlocked the phone and opened the email.

Isabella stared at the short message for several seconds. The red pen rested motionless in her hand. Outside her window the afternoon light had shifted, casting longer shadows across the quad.

She set the pen down carefully, smoothed her skirt, and stood. The bruises on her hips and the one on her elbow throbbed dully as she moved. She locked her computer, picked up her bag, and left the office without finishing the remaining quizzes.

The walk to the dean’s suite felt longer than usual. Students passed her in the hallway, talking and laughing, completely unaware. Isabella kept her expression neutral and her pace even until she reached the outer office.

David’s assistant looked up and simply nodded toward the closed inner door.

Isabella knocked once.

“Come in.”

Isabella stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

The moment the latch clicked, a hand closed around her upper arm and yanked her sideways. David had been standing just behind the door. He spun her around, shoved her back against the heavy wood, and pinned her there with his full weight.

“About fucking time,” he muttered against her ear. His breath was hot. “I’ve been pent up all day thinking about this cunt.”

Isabella’s bag slipped from her shoulder and hit the floor. She opened her mouth to speak, but David’s hand was already under her short blue skirt, shoving her panties aside. Two thick fingers pushed into her without warning, rough and immediate.

"you are pretty dry, does Daniel not enjoy morning sex?" He laughed, "I'd make sure you are filled with a few loads very morning before i make it to school"

He pulled his fingers out, spun her around to face the door, and shoved her forward until her cheek pressed against the wood. One hand stayed between her shoulder blades, holding her in place, while the other yanked her skirt up over her hips and dragged her panties down to her knees in one hard motion.

Isabella heard the sound of his belt, then the zipper. A second later the thick head of his cock rubbed against her entrance.

“David—wait—”

He thrust in hard.

The sudden stretch forced a broken sound out of her throat. David didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her in deep, punishing strokes, hips slamming against her ass hard enough to rock her entire body against the door. Each thrust drove him to the hilt. The wet, heavy slap of skin filled the office.

“Missed this,” he growled, one hand fisting in her hair and pulling her head back. “Been thinking about bending you over since the last time. About how tight you get when you’re trying not to like it.”

Isabella’s hands braced against the door. Her tits pressed against the wood with every impact. The short sweater rode up, leaving her midriff bare. David reached around, shoved the sweater higher, and groped her breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching while he kept pounding into her from behind.

“You belong on my cock,” he said, voice rough. “Daniel can have whatever’s left when I’m done.”

He fucked her harder, using her body without restraint. The door creaked under the force. Isabella’s breath came in short, shaky gasps. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she stayed where he put her, taking every deep, brutal thrust while the dean worked out exactly how pent up he had been.