Chapter 238: 238. Now She Gave Me Five Minutes To Suck So That I Can Come! (It Won’t Work!)**

Mike let out a short, dry exhale, a sound that was almost a laugh, but not quite. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a terrifying, amused pity.

"Is that it, Professor?" he asked, his voice smooth and entirely unruffled. "That was your ’expert’ technique?"

’You’re working harder than a man trying to start a fire in a monsoon!"

"You haven’t even made me twitch."

Sabrina slumped back, her hands trembling and exhausted, her breath coming in shallow, broken sobs of frustration. She felt utterly defeated, her bravado stripped away, leaving her raw and exposed.

"You... you’re a monster," she whispered, her eyes welling with tears of pure, indignant exhaustion.

Mike reached down, his large hand covering hers, his touch surprisingly gentle compared to the mockery in his voice.

"No, Sabrina," he murmured, his gaze darkening with a sudden, intense hunger. "A monster is what happens when you finally stop trying to control the storm and just let it drown you."

The silence that followed Mike’s "ten" was deafening, broken only by the sound of Sabrina’s ragged, humiliated breathing. She felt small not just physically but intellectually and sexually.

Her pride, the very thing she used to navigate the world, had been dismantled in a matter of seconds.

Mike didn’t let her recover. He leaned back, the water rippling around his massive frame, and let out a long, condescending sigh.

"Honestly, Sabrina," he said, his voice dripping with a cruel, casual pity. "It’s almost sad..."

"You’ve spent years perfecting a technique for a man who was essentially a child... like for real, though... ten seconds?" Mike laughed. "That’s not a sexual encounter; that’s just a reflex..."

"He probably spent more time getting ready than he did actually giving you anything worth remembering."

"How can you even call yourself a woman when you’ve been satisfied by a man who treats pleasure like a sprint to the finish line?"

He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her trembling, exhausted form. "He never gave you a real climax, did he?"

"He never filled you up..."

"He was too busy trying not to embarrass himself to actually take care of you, and you’ve been living on crumbs, Professor, thinking you were at a banquet."

"Shut up!" Sabrina snapped, her voice cracking.

She wiped a stray tear from her cheek, her eyes flashing with a sudden, incandescent rage. "You know nothing about him!"

"You think because you’re... big... that you’re superior? You’re just an arrogant, brute force!"

"Am I?" Mike challenged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Prove me wrong then!"

"Because so far, all you’ve done is give me a light massage."

Sabrina stared at him, her heart hammering a frantic, furious rhythm. She was tired, her hands were aching, and her dignity was in tatters, but the defiance in her soul wouldn’t let her sink.

She needed to win. She needed to see that smug, nonchalant expression break.

"Fine," she breathed, her voice low and dangerous. "You want a real challenge?!"

"Give me five minutes! Five minutes of everything I have!"

"If I can’t make you lose that composure if you don’t cum within five minutes of my ’expert’ touch, then you win!"

"You can call me a failure, you can call me a child, you can call me whatever you want."

Mike raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely amused. "Five minutes? Sabrina, you’re delusional!"

"You’ll be exhausted long before the clock even hits three."

"Then let’s make the stakes higher," she interrupted, her voice gaining a sudden, desperate strength.

She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his with a ferocity that caught him off guard. "If I lose... if you survive those five minutes without breaking... you can do anything to me!"

"Anything you FUCKING want. No rules. No limits. You can treat me like your plaything, your student, your slave... whatever your dark little mind desires!" Sabrina said it with regret in her mind, but she did it anyway. "You can take me exactly how you want, whenever you want."

The atmosphere in the bathroom shifted instantly. The mockery in Mike’s eyes died down, replaced by a heavy, predatory stillness.

The air seemed to thicken, the steam becoming a shroud around them. The proposition wasn’t just a bet; it was a surrender.

She was offering him total, uninhibited dominion over her body.

Mike went quiet. He watched the way the water clung to her skin, the way her chest heaved with both anger and anticipation, and the way her gaze remained fixed on him, unblinking and defiant.

He thought about the sheer, delicious power of the idea of a woman as intelligent and composed as Sabrina, completely at his mercy, stripped of her pride and her control.

He looked down at his own massive, pulsing cock, then back at her. A slow, dark grin spread across his face, one that wasn’t mocking but deeply, dangerously hungry.

"Anything?" he repeated, the word a low, vibrating growl. "No limits? You’re really willing to gamble your entire dignity on five minutes of work?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I’m a woman of my word," she challenged, her chin tilting up.

Mike let out a short, sharp breath, a sound that was half laugh and half growl. He settled himself deeper into the tub, his muscles tensing, his eyes darkening until they were almost entirely black.

"Alright, Professor," he murmured, his voice dropping into a register that made her toes curl involuntarily. "The clock is ticking then..."

"Show me this ’expertise’ of yours."

"But remember... if you fail, you belong to me. Every inch of you."

Sabrina’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, the sound deafening in her own ears. As she slid forward through the warm water, positioning herself between his massive thighs, a cold, sharp clarity sliced through the fog of her desire.

’This is it,’ she thought, her hands trembling as she reached for him. ’ Once the timer starts, there’s no going back...’

’I’m putting everything on the line. If I win, I reclaim my pride...’

’If I lose... I’m giving him the right to shatter me.’

The idea of surrender terrified her, but the thought of walking away, of leaving this room and never knowing if she could actually break him, was worse. She knew the risks.

She knew that once she lost, she wouldn’t be able to simply walk away; she would be bound to him by the weight of this promise. It was a desperate, all or nothing gamble, a final stand for her autonomy in the face of his overwhelming presence.

’I can do this,’ she promised herself, her gaze fixed on the pulsing, dark pillar of him. ’I’ve practiced... I know how to do this.’

In her mind, she summoned every memory of her private moments, the solitary nights spent with her dildo, the hours of careful, iterative practice. She thought of the way she had learned to control her breath, the precise angle of her jaw, the rhythmic suction, the way she could build the tension until it became an unbearable, screaming pressure.

She had trained herself to be a machine of pleasure, to be able to push a man to the very edge of sanity and hold him there.

’I’m a professional,’ she reminded herself, her fingers closing around him once more. ’I’m the one in control here.’

But as she looked up at Mike, she saw the maddening, calm boredom on his face and felt a flicker of genuine fear.

Mike reached out with one hand, his fingers brushing against her shoulder as he grabbed his phone from the edge of the tub. He didn’t look at her; his attention was entirely on the screen.

Sabrina watched, her breath held, as he tapped the timer app, setting it for exactly five minutes. But then, his thumb moved to the camera icon.

"Just for the records," he murmured, a wicked glint in his eyes. "In case we need to review the footage and determine exactly at which second you failed."

He held the phone up, positioning it so that the camera was aimed directly at her, capturing the raw, desperate intensity of her face and the way her body was bent over him. Sabrina froze, her face flushing with a new wave of shame.

"You’re... recording this!?" she managed to gasp out.

"Insurance," Mike answered, his voice cool and professional, though his eyes were devouring her. "Blackmail is a powerful motivator, Sabrina."

"It keeps people focused, and yes... it keeps them... compliant."

He hit the record button, and the little red dot began to pulse, a silent witness to the struggle about to unfold. Mike leaned back, his expression one of lazy anticipation, a predator watching a mouse try to build a maze.

’I’ll make him cum,’ Sabrina vowed, her mind swirling with determination and a touch of genuine desperation. ’I’ll make him lose it!’

’I’ll make him scream because I have to teach this bastard a lesson!’

She didn’t wait for the timer to start. She lunged forward, her lips parting, her eyes locked on his, determined to end his games once and for all.