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Authors: Josie Leigh

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“You look a little flushed, Sabrina, is everything okay?” Starla asked, putting a concerned hand on her arm. Sabrina had to fight not to jump at the woman’s touch. Skin on skin contact when she was this worked up was never a good thing; in fact, it usually broke her completely, no matter how innocuous.

“Um, yeah, just a little hot,” she smiled, warily. “I’m gonna step outside for a few, I need a little air,” she excused herself.

“Absolutely,” the tiny blonde nodded her head.

Taking another deep breath, she left the couch and retraced their earlier path to the entryway, the vibrations on her clit sending tiny pulses of electricity through every pore. Just as she rounded the corner in front of the house, she felt her Professor, hot and hard against her back.

“Need some help relieving some pressure my darling?” he asked, turning off her panties while leading her around the house to a darkened workshop. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he opened the door and shoved her into the room, swiftly closing the door and locking it behind them. “Well done, my precious girl,” he whispered, his voice thick. “You lasted much longer than I expected,” he pushed her against an empty work bench and hoisted her onto it, pulling her panties down her legs and stuffing them into his pocket and pulling out a trusty foil packet.

“I almost lost it, Sir,” she confessed, looking down in embarrassment. “Starla touched me and I lost my breathing cadence.”

“But you didn’t, my student. You deserve this reward for your discretion,” he said, pulling her pussy flush with the edge of the table and impaling her. “You feel incredible tonight,” he ground out against her ear. “We need to make this quick before they come to find us,” he directed, pushing into her faster as his thumb ground against her clit coaxing the powerful orgasm he’d spent the evening building within her to burst free. “Come, Miss Carson,” he commanded as she felt her walls start to quiver. Shooting her head forward, she latched her teeth onto his shoulder and bit down, growling as her entire body convulsed her release.

“That was beautiful, my girl,” the Professor praised as they both recovered from their shared release.

“Thank you, Sir,” she panted.

“Well, let’s get back to the party, Sabrina,” he smiled, wolfishly as he helped her from the worktop and smoothed down her dress.

“If it pleases you, Damien,” she said, returning his smile and following him out of the workshop.

 

Chapter 14

Sunday morning bled into the late afternoon as the Professor and his student seemed to settle into a peaceful co-existence. After interrupting her studies the previous day, Professor Areleon decided to gift Sabrina with the majority of the day to catch up. Although she seemed eager to continue her training, she dove head first into her books, once again taking over every flat surface of his living room with paperwork, syllabi, study guides, and books.

“I placed a delivery order for dinner,” the Professor informed her after the sun had long set. “You haven’t taken a break since lunch,” he smiled, caressing her hair as she worked diligently at her lap top. “Go retrieve your robe, so you don’t scandalize yet another poor delivery boy,” he joked. Sabrina moved to comply immediately, sliding her open computer on to the coffee table in front of her.

After she’d left the room, he snuck a quick glance and saw that she was now working on her assignment for his class, the paper regarding sex and intimacy. He wasn’t surprised to see she was arguing that sex wasn’t a requirement for a hot sexual encounter. Her paper showed strong hints toward her preferences.

Looking at the clock, he made a quick trip to his bedroom to put on a t-shirt. He’d spent the day lounging in his underwear, too, and he found it to be one of the best Sundays he’d spent at home in a long time. The thought surprised him, but the ringing of the doorbell didn’t allow him to think about what it implied.

“Are you satisfied with your level of preparation for your exam tomorrow?” the Professor asked after Sabrina had dished out the Chinese takeout according to his directions.

“I am, Sir,” she agreed. “It’s not going to be an easy exam, but I think I’ve done all I can do,” she gave him a wary look.

“You are welcome to spend another hour or so on your studies if you’d like,” he acquiesced.

“I’d like that, Professor, thank you. If I’m given another two hours, I will be finished with all of my pending assignments and will be able to dedicate more time to you in this coming week,” she told him, letting her desires of a mid-week encounter known.

“That sounds agreeable, my student. I am happy to see you are thinking ahead. I would hate to miss time with you over something that can be so easily rectified right now,” he smiled. “I do not have an assignment for you for class tomorrow, sadly, but I will have something special planned for Wednesday.”

“I look forward to fulfilling your demands this week,” she gave him a mega-watt smile that showed off all of her pearly whites.

“You have two hours,” he told her after she’d finished clearing their plates and cleaning up. “When the clock strikes 11, you will proceed upstairs and enter the second door on the left. Once you cross the threshold, kneel immediately, just inside the door,” he directed, giving her a deep kiss. “I will be in my office next door working.”

“Yes, Professor,” she nodded her understanding before heading to the powder room to hang her robe and finish her assignments.

At 11pm on the dot, the Professor heard light footsteps on the stairs. She would’ve been completely soundless, if not for the rickety step toward the top. A dark smirk touched his lips at what she was about to see. Listening carefully, he heard an audible gasp come from his student as she opened the door to what he called his toy closet. The small amount of equipment he kept in the chest beside his bed paled in comparison to what he had for their pleasure in that room. Giving her time to regain her composure and kneel, he waited an additional fifteen minutes before joining her.

His dick throbbed against the suddenly too tight fabric of his black boxer briefs when he entered the room and saw her kneeling beautifully next to the door. Pulling her head against his leg, he began to pet her head softly.

“I’ve wanted to get you up here all weekend, but I knew if I’d shown you this yesterday, we never would’ve made it to the party,” he confessed. He could tell she was fighting the urge to rub her head against his leg at his ministrations, if he’d given her permission, she’d be purring right now. Pulling his cock free of his underwear, he moved to face her fully. “Put my cock in your mouth as far as you can take it,” he commanded. As soon as she sucked him into that sweet cavern, he thrust deeply, holding the back of her head. Saliva pooled around his cock as she held him in her throat. “Keep it there,” he said, working his dick in and out in shallow, but hard thrusts. Finally, he moved out of her mouth again and watched her suck in a deep breath, filling her lungs with oxygen again, before he thrust back into her mouth again. This time he caught her off guard and a delicious gagging sound came from her throat, but still, she allowed him his will. “Your throat is fucking perfect, my student. It’s like it was built to house my cock like this,” he pushed in one more time before unseating himself completely and turning his attention elsewhere in the room.

“Stand up and move toward the pole,” he said, an edge to his voice, prompting her to move quickly. She stood beside what people would normally mistake as a stripper pole in the center of the room. It was on a polished, raised wood base that would put her at the perfect height to take his cock wherever he wanted to put it when she was bent over. “Get onto the platform and face the pole. Wrap your hands around it and bend at the waist until I tell you to stop.”

As soon as her hands were parallel to the tops of her thighs, he placed his hand on the small of her back and told her to stop. Moving to the toy box he kept in this room, he retrieved two lengths of rope and returned to Sabrina. “Have you ever used a pole like this in your previous relationships, Miss Carson?” he asked, sounding more jealous than he’d intended.

“No, Sir,” she answered. “My previous Masters did not have quite the imagination you have, Professor.”

“Good,” he told her, binding her hands to pole before prompting her to close her legs and binding her knees together. “Perfect,” he whispered, huskily. “That should make for a gloriously tight fit,” he approved, pulling another item from the box. As he began to roll the spiked wheel over the curve of her spine, his student let loose a low, but deep moan. “Did I give you permission to vocalize, my student?” he asked, striking her twice in rapid succession on her ass.

“No, Professor,” she pouted.

“Keep quiet. I only want to hear the sounds of your breathing. Tell me you understand,” he decreed.

“I understand, Professor,” she said, without delay.

“Excellent,” he said, moving the wheel over her spine again and down the swell of her ass toward her glistening sex. “You are shimmering, my student. Do you like the Wartenberg?”

“Oh yes, Professor.” One her words, he rolled the wheel on her outer lips and down her right leg, and then he matched the motion on her left. By the time he finished tracing every inch of her skin, her pussy was dripping.

“Miss Carson, hold on tight to the pole. You may be bound, but you’ll need to push back slightly so I don’t injure you,” his voice thick with his instruction. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

Just as the Professor lined himself up with her weeping entrance, a noise from below startled him. “Did you hear that, Sabrina?” he whispered, urgently.

“Yes, Professor, I did,” she confirmed. “Are you expecting someone, Sir?”

“No, everyone in Tempe thinks I’ve left town for the weekend,” he frowned. “I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling his cock back into his boxer briefs and pulling his t-shirt on as he moved toward the door. “Are you okay in this position until I get back?” he asked, concerned that he was leaving his sub in such a vulnerable position.

“I’m fine, Sir. Be careful,” she whispered.

Bounding down his stairwell, he saw his living room and kitchen both empty, but the light at the end of the hall showed him someone else was in his house.

As he got to the door, a familiar scent washed over him and the rose petals being strewn over his sheets confirmed his suspicions.

“What in the fuck are you doing here, Celeste?” he howled. The older woman jumped in her task and turned to face Professor Areleon, a defiant look in her hard green eyes.

 

 

The Professor’s story continues in “The Student”- Coming Soon.

Acknowledgements

 

 

Always, always, always thank you to my husband for his love and support of my sometimes dirty books. This one is the dirtiest!

 

Thank you to my readers for letting me take them with me on this brand new journey.

About the Author

 

Josie Leigh is an independent author who focuses on writing Romance because she loves a story with a happy ending. Writing has been an escape for her from a very young age, and she cherishes the time she gets to spend with her characters. After graduating with a Bachelors degree in Nutrition in 2008, she pursued a challenging career in the field of nutrition insecurity and anti-hunger advocacy. She is grateful to be able to feed hungry families on a daily basis and chase her literary dreams in her off time.
Josie's second book, "The Weakness in Me," is a 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter Finalist in the Romance genre. She just re-released her first novel, "Love, but Never" and is finishing her next book, "Drama Free 2003," a New Adult romance with an unconventional heroine. “The Professor” marks Josie’s first foray into the world of erotica.

 

 

Other books by Josie Leigh

 

Never Series

Love, but Never (#1)

 

Stand-Alone

The Weakness in Me

 

Coming Soon

 

Drama Free 2003 (A Drama Free novel)

The Student (The Professor #2)

 

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