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Authors: Josie Leigh

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“There are no issues from where I’m sitting, student,” the Professor countered with a playful wink. She’d never experience the laidback side of the Professor before and she found it turned her on almost as much as his Dominant side.

“I meant, in regards to our evening with your friends, Sir,” she chided. “You see, I expected to spend the weekend in your house, as in, um, not going anywhere,” she said, biting her lip. “And, because of your rules,” she continued, snapping the waistband of her panties to remind him of her lack of clothing, “I only brought an outfit to go to school in for Monday morning. It is an outfit you’d approve of, because I have
your
class first thing Monday morning, but it’s not appropriate for an engagement party,” she frowned.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he growled, moving her paperwork from the couch to a haphazard stack on his coffee table and pulled her into his lap, his erection evident against her ass. “So aside from one outfit, all you brought with you is a couple of changes of panties? Mmmm, I love how well you follow directions, my student,” he hummed his approval against her neck, nipping lightly at her collarbone. “If I get rough with these, and the other pairs you’ve brought, you’d be forced to go around naked for the rest of the weekend?” he asked, pulling at the strings of her thong. “They are so delicate, one swift tug—” he stopped, finishing his sentence by ripping the delicate fabric from her body. Arousal stung deep in her belly at his handling of her limited supply of undergarments. “I promised to let you study, and I will, but I need to be inside you right now,” he told her, kneading her breast, harshly while biting at her ear. Her now naked pussy quivered at the thought of being fucked by her Master again. “Stand and brace yourself over the arm rest of the couch. Put your book where you can still read it,” he continued, and she complied immediately. While she positioned herself, the Professor exited the room briefly and returned hard and naked, foil wrapper in hand.

“Tell me all about what you are studying while I take you from behind,” he ordered after sheathing himself and taking position behind her.

“Oh fuck,” she hissed when he grabbed her hips and impaled her with one swift thrust. “Oh, Professor, you feel so amazing,” she panted out.

“Begin, Miss Carson,” he roared as he fucked into her and placed a ringing slap on her ass, “I am not a man who likes to repeat himself.”

“I’m studying what determines a trade area,” she said, breathlessly. “And how the radius changes between rural, urban and suburban areas,” she shouted, feeling the tension forming in her body, now completely at the mercy of his punishing rhythm.

“Never mind,” the Professor said, slowing down his thrusts until he was dipping into her shallowly, just enough to drive her crazy. Just barely able to resist bucking back against him, her torso melted against the arm rest of the couch. “If you were talking about consumer behavior and motivation, I’d have you continue, but I want to play a different game now.”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

“I’m going to be introducing you to people tonight, so you are going to answer some personal questions. I may decide to share similar information, if I so choose,” he said, sounding far too unaffected by their actions.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Where are you from?” he asked on another sharp thrust.

“FUCK!” she shouted as her nipples skated across the surface of the cream suede sofa. “Um, Flagstaff, Sir!” she corrected quickly.

“Answers only, I don’t need your expletives, my student. Your pussy is quivering violently against my cock, that’s the only sign I need that you are enjoying yourself,” he directed, reaching to pinch her already sensitized nipples and forcing her to bite back a wanton moan at his less than tender handling of her. “Any siblings?”

“One of each, Sir. I’m in the middle,” she said, trying to focus on his questions again.

“You came to Tempe because of the reputation of the business school?” he phrased it as a question, but it was more of an observation. “Moving on,” he interrupted her as she opened her mouth to answer his question. “The rest of these questions are only for me,” he explained. “How old where you when you lost your virginity? And how did it happen?”

“15, Sir! I lost it to one of my older brother’s friends while he was sleeping over,” she said, her voice deepening as she struggled to keep control of her orgasm.

“Was he your first Dom?”

“No, Sir,” she shook her head in emphasis, while he picked up his speed again. “My freshman year of college, my boyfriend, he was a senior and already established in the scene. He trained me, Sir.”

“How many Doms have you had since?”

“Just one more, Sir, a—”

“ENOUGH!” he roared, powering into her brutally and pinching her clit hard, “Come, Miss Carson,” he twisted, sending her over the edge, unable to suppress the screams he’d ripped from her body through his actions. After she’d regained control over herself, she realized that although she’d felt him come as well, he was still deep inside her. Leaning over her back, he put his lips to her ear. “I may not be your first, but you’d better get used to the idea that I will be your last, my student,” he said, pulling out of her so swiftly that she couldn’t move.

She lay there, cheek against the cushion, bare ass still in the air, knees shaking against the side of the couch, feeling completely empty and bereft that he was no longer inside of her as his final words echoed through her. Pulling herself up carefully, she was surprised to find him behind her again, picking her up in a bridal carry and taking her through the house and settling her on his bed again.

“Wear what you wore yesterday, and we’ll make a stop when we get to Tucson to pick you up a dress,” he told her as he lay down beside her. “Rest now,” he ordered, pulling her into a spoon position, her back to his front, and covered them with his duvet.

Sabrina drifted off at his command, loving the feeling of his total possession of her, but confused about his repeated declaration about being her last Master. This was only about the excitement and illicitness of their affair to him, wasn’t it?

Chapter 13

 

When the Professor woke an hour later, he pulled out the gift he’d purchased for his obedient pupil from the dresser that housed all of his favorite toys. After tucking the gift into her neatly folded clothing, he ruffled her ash blonde hair from her face in an attempt to rouse her from her nap.

“Sabrina,” he called softly, placing a kiss on her forehead, before trailing his lips down her face. “Time to wake up, baby,” he said when her brown eyes finally started to open. “We have to leave in an hour and I need a shower, which means you need a shower,” he told her, helping her sit up in his bed. As she stretched her arms over her head, he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her impossibly firm breasts that she’d just shoved under his nose. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to be late for the party,” he joked.

“Is that so?” she asked, her tone full of suggestion. “That sounds like it could be fun.”

“Nope,” he said, popping the P playfully. “Get your ass out of my bed and into the shower so I can soap you up. I have big plans for your tonight, so behave yourself,” he warned, ushering her into the bathroom.

An hour later, they were in her car and on the road to Starla and Chris’ engagement party. He couldn’t contain the wicked grin on his face that she hadn’t even questioned his gift. She just slipped them on without a word, her face eager to start the fun he had planned for the evening.

“I’m from upstate New York,” he offered, out of the blue after they merged on to the Interstate. “I have two siblings, too, but I’m the oldest and I only have sisters. They still live in New York.”

“Wow, Sir, you’ve come a long way from home,” she looked over at him with a smile. He could tell his sharing meant something to her.

“Why don’t you practice calling me Damien for the ride?” he told her. Although he relished the way he called her Professor and Sir, he couldn’t afford a slip up at the party.

“Of course, Damien,” she blushed, looking down at her hands in her lap. Reaching over, he grabbed one and entwined their fingers, shooting her a quick grin before turning back to the road. After that, they fell into a comfortable conversation, sharing information about their respective lives, their favorite food, their favorite colors, and other things people, generally, knew about each other before they reached the level of intimacy Sabrina and Damien shared.

He didn’t want to admit it, but everything with his student felt effortless, like she was made for him. He wasn’t a fan of her presumption where he was concerned, but even he knew part of it was her desire to be punished more than a desire to top him. Even hearing his given name from her lips had his cock at half-mast for the entire trip and had him thinking about letting her suck him off on the way home.

“Damien!” Starla shouted as he was opening the passenger door for Sabrina. They’d selected a deep purple wrap dress and black jacket for the party from a nearby mall before continuing to Starla’s house. She looked incredible as she gracefully took her place by his side.

“Starla,” he greeted. “It’s lovely to see you. I can’t believe it’s been so long,” he smiled, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on the cheek of the tiny platinum blonde pixie.

“I know,” she smiled, fondly, at him before quirking a curious eyebrow in Sabrina’s direction. “I see you decided to bring a guest after all,” her smile turned slightly tight, probably at the thought of the single women she’d invited to try and set him up.

“Yes,” he chuckled, lightly. “This is Sabrina, my girlfriend,” he paused, letting his words resonate with both women for a second, knowing he’d finally answered Sabrina’s last question from their dinner. He felt her stiffen slightly as the words sunk in before she relaxed beside him again, accepting the label. “Sabrina, this is an old friend, Starla,” he said, finishing his introductions as the girls shook hands. Starla led them into the modest, ranch style home where they were hosting their engagement party. Putting the hand not entwined with Sabrina’s into his pocket, he rolled his fingers around the tiny remote control that would add some much needed kink to the vanilla of tonight’s celebration.

Their short history had proven Miss Carson’s voyeuristic fantasies were deep and far reaching. He couldn’t wait to discover just how far she was willing to go under the prospect of getting caught, how much control she had over appearing completely unaffected.

“Chris!” Starla shouted when they made their way into the cozy kitchen, bursting with southwestern décor. The pepto pink was not in short supply in this kitchen. “Damien finally made it,” she said, ducking under fiancé’s arm and wrapping her small hands around his torso as Chris held out his hand to shake Damien’s.

“Good to see you, man,” Chris said, breaking the hand shake with a clap on Damien’s back.

“Chris, this is Sabrina,” he introduced, casually sliding his hand back into his pocket and pressing the button controlling Sabrina’s panties as she reached for Chris’ hand.

“Lovely to meet you,” she smiled, only the slight flush on her neck giving away her arousal.

“She’s his girlfriend, Chris,” Starla told her fiancé in an overly loud and chipper voice, obviously letting the bulk of the party know he wasn’t on tonight’s menu after all.

“Wow!” Chris said, astonished. “It’s been a few years since I’ve heard that title attached to a girl you’ve been seen with, right?”

“Um, yeah,” he confirmed, not wanting to get into how infrequently he called his partners anything more than a really close friend. That question signaled the beginning of awkward conversation, but with his little gift in his pocket, an incredible amount of fun, too.

“Sabrina, come with me, I’ll introduce you around,” Starla smiled, reaching for her hand. The Professor nodded his approval when his student shot an unease look over her shoulder at him as Starla drug her across the room to a group of Starla’s friends, and, more than likely, bridesmaids. As Sabrina sat on the couch with the women, the Professor increased the intensity of the vibration against her clit. He could see she was close by the way she crossed her legs. He hadn’t ordered her to withhold her orgasm, but he could see from the panic in her eyes that the demand was implied by the game they were playing at his friend’s party. Shaking his head sharply, she uncrossed her legs and pressed her knees together instead.

He was continually impressed by their connection. That she’d known that he wasn’t just telling her not to come, but also telling her his disapproval of her trying to brace the vibrations to stave off her orgasm, was something he’d never experienced before.

“She’s beautiful, man. Well done,” Chris said, bringing him back to the conversation he was supposed to be participating in.

“Thanks,” he nodded, turning off Sabrina’s panties to let her calm down for a few minutes before he gave her the maximum intensity.

**

As the vibrations started again, Sabrina had to concentrate fully on her breathing in order to hold herself together. The Professor wasn’t being fair tonight, but fuck did she love it. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the vanilla label he’d just placed on their relationship to his friends. She already had the label she coveted, his sub, but she couldn’t fool herself by trying to dismiss the commitment he’d just publicly declared. The girlfriend label was like a trophy in the vanilla world, and the way Starla’s friends stared daggers into her, she knew it was more like the holy grail when you brought Damien into the discussion.

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