The Billionaire's Bargain (First Desire: Taming Savannah) (2 page)

Her parents were certainly no help at all.
Savannah’s mother, Caroline was the quintessential flower child.
Born in the sixties, it was as though something had been in the
water at the time of her birth that made Caroline a life-long
believer in free love, herbal remedies, and organic vegetables.
Caroline had had all sorts of jobs when Savannah was a girl, from
doula to independent pot brownie distributor. These days, she
taught yoga at the YMCA and brewed her own kombucha.

Savannah’s father had split when she was four
or so. He’d had a gambling problem and Caroline hadn’t wanted to
risk the college fund. They parted ways, and now Savannah received
post cards from various western cities with her father’s hasty John
Hancock and a canned greeting. Sometimes, he asked Savannah to send
a few twenties his way, and sometimes she even obliged. As far as
Savannah could tell, this was the way the world worked. Eventually,
men proved too weak to be depended upon, so it was a good idea as a
woman to figure out how to get by without them. There was surely no
harm in male companionship once in a while, but overall a woman had
to learn to make it on her own.

This mantra of sorts was hanging firm in the
back of Savannah’s mind as she pushed open the door to professor
Donnelly’s office.

“Hello, Professor,” she chirped, closing the
door firmly behind her. “How was school?” Professor Donnelly looked
up from the stack of papers on his desk and raised an eyebrow at
Savannah.

“Don’t you ever knock?” he asked in his
signature monotone. Savannah shook her head, playing at being some
kind of innocent school girl. In reality, she was neither.

“I’m sorry, Professor. Am I disturbing
you?”

“I told you not to call me ‘professor’. Gus
will do just fine.”

“Ok, Gus-Gus,” Savannah grinned, fingering
the hem of her crop top. Gus groaned and went back to his papers,
giving the girl a version of the cold shoulder that was lukewarm,
at best.

“Do you think you’ll ever come back into
class, Savannah?” he asked after a moment, “You know, if you don’t
at least pretend to care about the fact that you may very well fail
this course, I may have to go ahead and teach you a lesson,” he saw
the spark in Savannah’s eye, “Not that kind of lesson. I mean I may
have to flunk you.”

“Flunk me?” Savannah laughed, leaning her
weight against the wooden desk at which Gus was stationed, “What is
this, an after school special? Haven’t I aced all of your tests,
and quizzes, and papers? Why should I come in for your lectures?
You make the TAs do them most days anyway.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” Gus
insisted, furiously scribbling onto some poor chump’s attempt at an
essay, “All the other kids come into class.”

“All the other kids think too narrowly about
their places in the world,” Savannah said loftily, “And besides,
it’s not like I’m paying for school, anyway. I mean, isn’t this
kind of what they get for giving me all those scholarships?”

“I don’t think that scholarships are meant to
discourage participation in an academic institution,” Gus
countered, “In fact, some people might say that you ought to be
more grateful for the opportunities given to you.”

“Grateful?” Savannah said, “What for? I
earned my place here just like everyone else and I can do with it
as I damn well please. It’s not like this place is doing anyone any
favors. Oh, sure, they promise us the stars and the moon in the
brochure, but after four years here, what do we actually come away
with? An inflated sense of entitlement and a few tee-shirts with
our school’s initials printed on them? Give me a break. The
educational system is broken, my friend, and you are on the wrong
side of history if you say that this model is going to hold.”

“Spoken like a true college communist,” Gus
grinned, setting down his red pen, “You know, for such an
extraordinary girl, you certainly do fit very well into certain
college stereotypes. Let me guess... Socialist ideology, for a
start. You probably edit one of the campus literary magazines.
Maybe you’ve had a go at an avant garde performance of a Sophocles
text in a community garden somewhere? And of course, there’s the
lesbian until graduation thing. Any of that sound familiar?”

“Hardly,” Savannah scoffed, “I’m not a
socialist, I’m an anarcha-feminist. I edit an online journal of
poetry that has nothing at all the do with this ridiculous place.
The text we staged was Euripides, for God’s sake, not Sophocles.
And as far as the lesbianism goes, that’s just absurd.”

“Not into the ladies, huh?” Gus teased.

“Quite the contrary, sport,” Savannah said,
“I’m not into any one sex, gender, or persuasion on any given day.
I’m pansexual, my friend. I love who and what I love, without any
qualification. I think that everyone is, if they search far enough
into their souls. But everyone’s so caught up in classifying
themselves that they skip over the most obvious answer.”

“Which is?”

“We want what we want. And there’s nothing
wrong with that.”

Gus trained his eyes on Savannah’s face. Her
wide, anime-character blue eyes stood out against her clear, pale
skin. A slight flush rose in her cheeks as the silence between them
thickened and deepened. She leaned, subtly forward toward him, and
the air in the room seemed to change.

“And what is it,” Gus murmured, “That you
want?”

In response, Savannah turned on her heel and
strutted to the door. Gus thought for a strangled moment that she
might leave, but then he heard the lock click. Savannah lowered the
curtain over the one window that peered in the office and turned
back toward the professor. She advanced toward him, savoring the
hunger in his eyes as they took in her firm little tits, and the
barely covered, coveted space between her legs. She made her way
around the desk and placed herself directly in front of Gus.
Leaning back against the desk, she let her hands fall upon his
face. She ran a finger down the strong line of his jaw, sending his
skin afire with goosebumps.

Loving the effect her touch was having on
him, she decided to see what else she could make this man do.
Savannah let her hands trace down the length of Gus’s torso,
beginning with his broad shoulders, then down the buttoned-up plane
of his chest. The professor did his best to remain cool-headed in
the face of his student’s advances, but it was useless. He knew
that giving in to her charms could put his career in jeopardy, but
with those hands, and those hips, and that succulent little pussy
waiting for him beyond the thin veil of her shorts, what on Earth
was he supposed to do? Savannah’s fingers reached the band of Gus’s
belt and she let out a small chuckle.

“I probably shouldn’t,” she cooed.

“Probably not,” Gus agreed.

“Will this affect my grade at all,
professor?”

“Don’t call me—”

“I’ll call you whatever I want
professor.”

“...Fine.”

“Lovely,” she grinned. “Now... whatever
should be do about this little situation we’ve gotten ourselves
into?”

“...Huh?”

“Let me see just how committed you are to
this course of action,” she purred, and she laid her tiny hand on
the pulsing bulge of Gus’s dick. He felt the air leave his lungs as
she caressed his swollen manhood. She fought to keep her own
breathing level, despite how excited she was. She could feel her
pussy getting wet at the thought of being fucked silly against the
hardwood desk. Still, mustn’t let him believe he was getting the
best of her. Savannah smiled naughtily at Gus and ran her hand
along the length of his cock, nodding her approval.

“Jesus...” Gus whispered, closing his eyes in
ecstasy. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about
this.”

“Oh please,” Savannah said, lowering herself
until she was straddling the ever-growing girth of Gus’s dick,
“I’ve only been in your class for, like, two weeks. Most guys have
to wait much longer.”

“I guess I must rate, huh?” Gus asked, as
Savannah began to gyrate against his cock. Her slender fingers
began undoing his academic little buttons.

“Well, I’ve always been a sucker for
professors. You know, in high school my superlative in the
unofficial year book was Most Likely to Fuck a Professor.”

“You don’t say?” Gus gasped, wrapping his
hands around the small of Savannah’s back, drawing her down upon
his pulsating cock. “I guess they were right, huh?”

“Kind of,” Savannah breathed, getting
lightheaded as Gus’s member stroked her clit through their
clothing, “Except that I was already sleeping with my high school
track coach. So, they were a little behind the—”

Gus had run out of patience with Savannah’s
anecdote. He pulled her toward him, laying his mouth against hers.
Her firm, delicious lips moved against his with grace and power.
She wasn’t the fearful, timid stereotypical college girl in this
circumstance, that was for sure. She ran her hands under his button
down, revealing his naked chest. He hurriedly slipped out of his
shirt, and pulled Savannah’s crop top up over her head. He groaned
hungrily as her perky breasts bounced before his eyes, clad in a
lacy black bra. He should have known.

Savannah began to unbuckle Gus’s belt, riding
his already-bucking hips. He quickly undid the clasp of her bra and
tossed the garment away. He wrapped his hands around her small but
firm tits, letting his thumbs trail lightly across her nipples.
Savannah moaned with delight at the sensation of his fingers
pinching at her tender nipples, and nearly came on the spot as Gus
pulled her closer toward him and lay his mouth on her breast. He
kissed and sucked at one nipple, tugged and tweaked the other. She
felt herself being tossed closer and closer to her own edge, and
scrambled to free Gus from his trousers. The belt fell away, the
fly unzipped, and Savannah wrapped her hands around Gus’s raging
cock. She loved the feel of a rock hard dick in her hands,
especially when it was too big to hold with just one.

Gus’s head fell back against his office chair
as Savannah worked her hands up and down the length of his stiff
dick. She stroked the tender glans and gently brushed her fingers
against his balls. The girl knew exactly what she was doing, and
her mastery of the artful hand job only turned Gus on more. This
was a girl who knew how to pleasure a man, he was learning
first-hand. He wanted to show her that he knew what he was doing
just as well as she did. He was, after all, her teacher.

Slipping his pants down his legs and stepping
out of them, Gus rose from the chair with Savannah in his arms. He
pushed her down onto the top of his sturdy desk and slipped her
shorts from her body. He realized that she wasn’t wearing any
panties, and nearly swallowed his own tongue. Completely naked, she
sat before him in all her nymph-like glory. Her small chest heaved
with excitement, and the twin peaks of her hip bones stood out as
she spread her legs for him.

Gus stared helplessly at the beautiful,
luscious pussy laid bare before him. He let his hands travel up the
tender expanses of Savannah’s firm inner thighs. His fingers moved
cautiously, as if he couldn’t believe that he was being allowed to
lay his hands upon such a treasure as this girl’s cunt. Savannah
hooked her ankles around Gus’s back, and let her hands wander once
more to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his hard dick and
rubbed along the length of his shaft with slow, deliberate
earnestness.

“Go ahead,” she said.

Permission granted, Gus lay his fingers
against the hot wetness of Savannah’s pussy. She jerked his dick
hard as he felt just how wet she was, and the two nearly tumbled
into orgasm right then and there. Gus slipped his fingers further
into Savannah’s eager cunt as she ran her hand ever more firmly
along his sinewy rod. Neither knew how long they could wait, but
each tried to hold out over the other.

Finally, the anticipation became too much to
bear. Almost simultaneously, they each let down their defenses and
submitted to the other. Gus slid his throbbing dick deep into
Savannah’s tiny body. She bucked her hips against his cock, pulling
him further into her with every thrust. She was so tight that Gus
was afraid for a moment that he might do damage, but Savannah bore
down on him, digging her fingers into his ass and taking more and
more of him into her.

He slipped inside her, sliding deeper and
deeper into her body. She lay back against the desk, pushing his
papers out of her way. Bracing himself, Gus pounded away at her
gorgeous pussy, watching her breasts bounce against the force of
his thrusting. Savannah gasped as he seemed to grow even larger
inside of her, and he feared he would cum before she was
satisfied.

Leaning over her, and through a haze of
unearthly pleasure, Gus traced the outer lips of Savannah’s pussy
and finally found her clit with his fingers. She nearly cried out,
and Gus placed his free hand firmly against her mouth, silencing
her. He worked and rubbed her clit vigorously as the power and
speed of his thrusting spiraled them both into a frenzy. Savannah
bit down on Gus’s hand as she rocketed toward orgasm. The cool wood
beneath her back and the hot, thick wood barreling against the very
core of her were almost too much for her to comprehend.

With well-placed flicks of her clit, Gus sent
Savannah careening into a monumental orgasm. He felt her cum
against his cock and immediately he exploded into her. She felt the
sticky spread of his seed surge into her pussy and secretly wished
she could lap it up. Gus bucked against her again and again as she
tightened herself around him, savoring the feel of him squeezing
every last drop of cum into her body.

The professor slumped, spent, over his
student, still firmly inside of her and atop a few stray term
papers. Savannah wrapped her legs ever tighter around his back and
brushed some sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.