The Professor (6 page)

“Do you know how glorious you look on your knees right now?” he asked, reaching out to caress her cheek.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, bowing her head in respect of his words before standing and removing her black lace thong. When it joined his clothing on the floor, she climbed onto his bed, staying on all fours until she reached the center, where she rolled on to her back.

“Are you ready for this, my eager pupil?” he asked, his shadow flickering deviously on the walls around her.

“Absolutely, Professor,” she said, her limbs pliant and her palms up to him, waiting for him to pose her.

“Beautiful,” he hummed his approval before moving to the small cherry dresser and removing items at a determined pace. As he returned to the bed, she saw rope and a blindfold. “I am extremely practiced in shibari, but tonight will be basic,” he smiled, darkly, moving to straddle her chest, his cloth covered cock nestling perfectly in the valley between her breasts. “Mmmm,” he said, sliding back and forth a couple of times. “This has its promises, my student. I will make these glisten, soon,” he vowed, pulling her wrists above her head, binding them with the rope and securing it to a hook in his headboard.

“Bend your knees until your feet are flat against the bed, then let your legs fall open,” he told her, grabbing another length of rope. After she’d complied, he knotted rope just above each of her knees and moved to lock them on hooks she assumed were on the floor just under each side of the bed. After she was bound, he grabbed the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. “I’ll see you again on the other side, my pet,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I want to hear your pleasure, don’t be afraid to scream out.”

After a beat, she felt the bed shift again and heard him walk back to the bureau. After rifling through, she heard the door close and he was back. Suddenly, she felt a tickling softness she assumed was an ostrich feather against her ankle, gliding up her leg and across her stomach and down the opposite leg. The whisper of touch across her skin by the object he used brought all of her synapses to full alert and her core flooded with moisture. A shameless moan tumbled from her throat when she felt the feather circle her navel and travel up her abdomen to her breasts. He continued the path for several more minutes until she was writhing on the bed and her moans deepened with expectation.

The first trickle of hot wax against her sensitized nipple startled her, but when the second one dropped onto her breast, she bit her lip as she was sure her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation. “Don’t suppress your reactions, my student, remember, I want you to scream your pleasure,” he warned as he continued to drip wax on her other breast and down her stomach, taking the same path as the feather, replacing the softness with a searing ache.

“Please, Professor,” she begged on a growl.

“Hmm, Miss Carson, you seem to be enjoying the wax against your supple skin,” he observed. “Can you handle it here?” he asked as she felt the first drip land just above her nub.

“
Please
,” she begged.

“You may come, Miss Carson. You’ve done well today,” he allowed as another trickle of wax moved closer to her core. Her body was wound so tight that she knew the second the wax made contact with her clit she would explode. Sweet anticipation coiled within her as he moved the candle to her inner thighs, causing her to pant loudly into the silent room. Because of the angle of her legs, rivulets of wax left a blazing trail down her legs toward her aching pussy, before cooling and hardening against her skin.

After what seemed like an eternity, the first lick of wax finally caressed her clit and her body bowed off the bed in an Earth shaking orgasm. Pulling at her restraints, she howled out her release. Floating above herself, she felt suspended in her orgasm as every muscle in her body pulsed.

“Thank you, Professor,” she whispered after she regained the ability to speak.

“That was exquisite, my pupil,” he praised, his voice hoarse as she felt the cold pinch of something solid and sharp gently, but efficiently detaching the wax from her skin. By the time he’d concluded the process, she was, again, writhing underneath him close to release. His weight left her briefly again, but when he returned, she felt the length of his shaft against her thigh, sheathed and poised against her entrance.

“We can play more with the wax after you’ve gotten rid of this,” he told her, pulling lightly on the small amount of hair covering her. “I enjoy it, but I would love to see how you respond when the wax drops onto your bare skin.”

**

The Professor moved his hands to grasp the rounded globes of her ass as he impaled her roughly with his granite-hard cock. As he lost himself in her clinging heat, their grunts and moans echoed against the walls of his bedroom.

“Next time, I’m going to clamp these,” he barked through his punishing pace as he pinched at her nipples. Her answering whimper was the only confirmation he needed to know she could handle whatever he would throw at her. He looked forward to the challenge of testing the boundaries of her pleasure.

A vision of her bound, gagged and clamped raced across his mind and he could no longer hold his orgasm. Luckily, her walls began to convulse around him and a string of incoherent words tumbled from her lips again. Pumping into her one more time, he stilled and roared his release. He was usually much less vocal, but there was just something about her that brought out his inner caveman more than usual. Collapsing on top of her, he pressed her into the mattress with his weight for a few seconds before disengaging and disposing of the condom.

After pulling his briefs back on, he moved to release her bindings, taking turns to massage the life back into her thighs and wrists. Lastly, he removed the blindfold and looked into her luminous, but deeply sated brown eyes. “I think we’ll partner well, my student,” he whispered, leaning over her to ravage her mouth again, her hands sliding into his dark hair, pulling lightly.

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed with a tired smile when he finally pulled away from her.

“I suppose I should get you back to your dorm now,” he suggested. “Although, if it were up to me, I’d bind you to the St. Andrew’s Cross I’ve got and keep you there for a while,” he joked, but then added after a second of feigned consideration, “Perhaps this weekend?”

“If that is your desire, Professor,” she grinned.

“This is going to be fun,” he laughed, helping her sit up and get off the bed. “Now, go and get dressed,” he told her, placing a ringing slap on her ass as she moved to leave the bedroom. “And no more yellow!” he yelled out after her as he began to redress himself.

The drive back to campus was made in companionable silence, which he suspected was because she seemed utterly spent. She’d rose early to meet his demands, had a full day of classes with the uncertainty of their burgeoning relationship weighing on her mind, then had dedicated her entire evening to fulfilling his desire. She was a true submissive and it was a glorious gift he would not waste.

Pulling up in front of her dorm, he set the vehicle in park and turned to her. “Friday is when I will see you again,” he informed her. “Do you have a skirt longer than the one you wore to my office on Monday, but shorter than what you wore Tuesday?” he asked, suddenly, an idea forming in his head.

“Yes, Sir,” she confirmed.

“Wear it to my class on Friday, sit in your usual seat. If you wear panties, though, I will be sorely disappointed,” he gave her a mock pout. “Any time I take a sip of my water, I want you to uncross your legs and give me a peek at those delicious folds.”

“Absolutely, Sir,” she bit her lip to suppress her wanton reaction to his suggestion.

“If you can find a way to inconspicuously play with yourself, I want you to tease your clit for me,” he said, molding his mouth to hers again before nibbling at her bottom lip. “Make sure you don’t make yourself come, though. I want you frustrated and ready for me when I pick you up on Friday night for the weekend.”

“Yes, Professor,” she smirked as he released the catch on her seatbelt.

“You’ll understand why I don’t walk you to the door, but please text me when you are safely in your room,” he said, pulling her phone from her purse and inputting his information. “Sweet dreams, Sabrina,” he released her after placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

Though her day had been exhausting, she couldn’t help the lift she felt when she gazed down from her room at the Professor’s car still idling in front of the building. Retrieving her phone from her purse, she sent him a quick text to let him know she was safe and in her room. There was no direct response to her message, just his tail lights as he sped off into the night. Changing into her pajamas, she slipped into her bed and fell into the most peaceful sleep she’d experienced all week.

“You look satisfied and refreshed,” Gina told her the next morning as they dressed for their classes. “I take it you found what you were looking for last night at the bar?”

“Oh yeah,” she smiled, lasciviously. “I slept the slumber of a woman thoroughly sated and worn out.”

“Rock on,” Gina grinned. “I’m glad to see your dry spell has come to an end,” she paused for a second, a pensive look crossing her face before adding, “It’s a shame you couldn’t bust your rut by busting the Professor’s nut though,” she giggled.

“That’s the only thing that could’ve made it better,” Sabrina agreed, suppressing her own giggles. Clearing her throat, she grabbed her brush to pull her long hair into a pony tail. “I need to go to the salon today to get a mani/pedi and a wax, you want to come too?” she asked Gina with the Professor’s words echoing in her head. She couldn’t wait to feel the heat of the wax tingling her bare pussy. She’d always avoided getting waxed bare in the past because she was afraid it would turn her on too much, but she was willing to withstand the possibility of arousal for the promise of deeper play with her new Master.

“I wouldn’t miss you getting a wax for anything! I’ve been begging you to do it the last two years,” her roommate agreed. “What changed your mind?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.

“Let’s just say that I plan on making last night a regular occurrence, at least for a little bit and I want to put my best foot forward.”

“Hmmm, and hand and vagina, too, apparently,” Gina eyed her friend, still wanting to get to the bottom of the sudden change in her opinion about waxing. “I’ll make the appointments,” she offered. “Does four work for you?”

Running through her schedule for the day in her head, Sabrina bit her lip, “Four should be perfect actually,” she confirmed. “Meet here at 3:30 and head over?”

“See you then,” Gina waved and left the room. Not two seconds after the door clicked shut behind her friend, her phone dinged signaling a text. She could no longer suppress her mirth when she saw the contact name illuminating her screen.

I hope you had a restful night, as you will get little rest this weekend.

Quickly, she typed out a response and sent it back:

Best night of sleep I’ve had all week. Thank you, Sir.

She wasn’t surprised when she didn’t receive an answering message from the Professor, and she decided it was time to leave her cocoon of the previous night’s bliss and face a new day, one where she knew she wouldn’t come across the Professor without seeking him out. Though she longed to steal some time with him in his office again, she knew it was too dangerous to keep up their affair in places on campus and he would not approve of her trying to provoke him into a session.

On her way back to the dorm room to meet Gina at the end of the day, she started to think about what the Professor had said the previous night. He’d suggested that she wax, but it had not been a direct order. How would he feel if she went through with her appointment without getting clarification? He would see her in all of her bald glory in the morning, but what if her assumption displeased him? Would he decide they couldn’t spend the weekend together? Would he decide she wasn’t a worthy sub? Would he simply punish her for not securing explicit permission? Or did he simply desire to wax her himself?

Grabbing her phone, she contemplated her options. With a glance at the time, she dialed his number and waited.

“Miss Carson,” he answered, briskly. “This is a surprise. I didn’t know we’d made an appointment to talk today,” she could hear the frown in his voice.

“I apologize for any interruption, Sir, but I was hoping to clarify the housekeeping issue we discussed last night during our tutoring session,” she said, trying to keep the real reason for her call vague, in case anyone nearby was eavesdropping.

“Housekeeping issue?” he asked, now sounding intrigued.

“You made a suggestion to me last night about a grooming preference, and I was hoping to take care of that today,” she explained. “But only if it pleases you, Sir.”

“It does please me, Miss Carson. I look forward to inspecting the work in great detail tomorrow evening,” she could tell he was now smiling into the phone. “I can’t wait to get a sneak peek at what you’ve been working on in class,” he finished, ending the call.

Hugging her phone to her chest, Sabrina skipped back to her dorm, excited about her salon appointment and the promise of pleasing Professor Areleon.

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