Emily had advanced to her master's program, the university's labs buzzing with advanced research under fluorescent lights and the hum of equipment. But for her, the sterile environment was just another playground for Harlan's dominance. He was her advisor now, his office adjacent to the main lab, but today, he dragged her into the room at the back—shelves lined with beakers and chemicals—before the class even started. 'On your knees, slut,' he growled, unzipping his pants. His thick cock sprang free, already hard and veined, pre-cum glistening at the slit.