A Slút For My Professor (Part 2)

"I guess I just want to understand... what BD'SM really is. I mean, I know it has to do with submission and, um, dominance... and something about slaves?" My voice drops at the end.

He chuckles softly, and his lips curve into a knowing smile.

"Most people have a very limited idea of what BD'SM really is," he says. "They hear the word 'slave' and immediately think of control, pain, and abuse."

"Oh..."

"But that's not what it's about, at least, not when done properly. The truth is, it's built on trust. Real trust. And yes, there are people who enjoy playing those roles, but everything is agreed on beforehand."

I listen carefully, trying not to think about how inviting his lips are.

"As someone new to the scene," he continues, "you don't need to worry about anything intense. We'll start with the basics, take it slow. There's time for everything else later."

"The basics?" I repeat.

He nods. "In the community, there's a rule we always follow: everything must be safe, sane, and consensual. Those are the pillars."

I take that in, nodding slowly.

"There are a few ways we could move forward," he adds. "One option is for me to take you to the dungeon-"

"The what?" I cut in, my voice rising in panic. My eyes widen. "Wait... did you say dungeon?"

He bursts into a soft laugh, clearly amused by my reaction.

"It's not what you think," he says with a grin. "A 'dungeon' is just a term we use for any room or space where scenes happen. It's not an actual dungeon with chains and torches. It could be a studio, a large room in someone's house, or even a specially equipped club space."

"Oh. I... wow. Okay. I thought it was something way darker," I admit, embarrassed.

"It's a common misunderstanding," he says gently. "So, we can either visit the dungeon where a few other members can walk you through things, or..." He pauses, then looks at me more intently. "We can explore the basics in private. At my place. Just the two of us."

"I'm not really comfortable getting naked in front of a bunch of strangers," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "So... I guess I'll go with the second option."

I'm going to be at Professor Cassian's house getting fûckéd, I realise.

The thought of being alone with Professor Cassian sends a shiver down my spine. I've never felt this turned ón in my life. My body is already betraying me, aching in places I've barely explored.

"Well then," he says, "We can leave now, if that's what you want."

I squeeze my thighs together, trying to manage the heat pulsing through me.

"Yeah... yeah, let's go," I breathe out, trying not to sound too eager.

His lips twitch into a knowing smirk. "I like it when a woman's this enthusiastic."

Oh God. That wicked smile on his face is almost too much.

I am beyond excited. I want him and I want him to take me like I belong to him. My slave tendencies are surfacing. As I stand up, I feel the wetness in my panties.

We leave the restaurant and slip into his car. As he drives, his hand casually drifts over to my thigh, sending jolts of high electricity through me. I carefully pull my dress a little higher without getting his attention.

"Let me help you with that, Ms. Kristen," he murmurs, lifting the hem of my dress until the sheer fabric of my panties is completely exposed.

His eyes flick over them, and he chuckles low in his throat. "You're clearly... anticipating this."

His fingertips edge dangerously close to where I need him most, and I can barely breathe. My body arches toward him involuntarily, and I am desperate for more.

He pinches my thigh, just enough to make me gasp. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making me squirm. I can't even form words anymore, just tiny moans and shallow breaths as his hand slides higher, cupping me through my soaked panties.

My hips twitch at the contact, but I don't care. I want this. I want him. We're on an empty highway and I can only think of how he's torturing me, making this last and I love it.

"You're so responsive," he teases, rubbing slow circles over the wet fabric. "Does that feel good, Ms. Kristen?"

I can barely speak. "Yes... yes, it feels amazing, Cassian," I pant, grinding my hips toward his fingers, craving more friction.

His fingers press harder, teasing me through the thin barrier, and I find myself whimpering.

Without warning, he growls, "Take them off."

Somehow, I manage to slide them down, my hands trembling as I expose myself to him. He glances down with a quiet, appreciative hum.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, then lightly taps my bare pûssy, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. "So wet already."

I gasp as he traces along my folds with one expert finger, circling, teasing but never giving me what I need.

God, just put it in already.

We take a sharp turn onto a gravel road. The second we start heading downhill, he finally gives in, plunging a single finger deep inside me.

"F-fûck... yes!" I cry out, my body writhing against his touch.

"You like that?" he says as he slowly pulls his finger out again.

"No," I whimper. "Don't stop. Please, professor... I need it..."

"First lesson. Don't disobey me." He growls.

I have no damn idea what he's talking about, but all I want is the feel of his finger in my pûssy, again.

"What did you just call me?" He asks.

"P-professor" I moan.

"Don't you ever call me that, especially when I'm fûckíng the shit out of you."

He holds his glistening finger up to my face, and there's a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Have you ever tasted yourself, Ms. Kristen?" he asks.

My cheeks burn instantly. God, this is both humiliating and insanely hot. He wants me to taste my own juices.

I shake my head quickly, trying to stay calm. "No, Cassian. I haven't."

"Then do it," he growls, holding his finger just inches from my lips.

My heart pounds in my chest. I swallow hard, then slowly lean forward and give his finger a timid lick.

It tastes almost like nothing. Just a salty slime. But the act? Tasting my pûssy juices feels so intimate, and it sends another wave of heat crashing through me. Suddenly, he grabs my chin firmly, making me look him straight in the eye.

"When I tell you to taste yourself," he says sharply, "you don't just lick. You take my finger in your mouth. All of it. Do you understand me?"

I nod quickly, voice trembling. "Yes, sir..."

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"Good girl" he teases.

For the first time, a rush of fear sweeps through me and I stiffen. The ache between my legs intensifies and I whimper.

"We'll do this again. I'll fûck you with my fingers, and I want you to lick off everything. Do you understand?"

Something about the way he dominates me only makes the ache worse.

"Y-yes" I nod, slighting parting my legs, and exposing my glistening, wet pûssy lips to him.

He smirks. I don't know what's wrong with me. I should feel ashamed but I'm not. Instead, I throb with need. My body shakes as I crave his cóck.

Without another word, he slides two fingers into my soaked cûnt, twisting expertly and I can't help the loud gasp that escapes my lips.

"Oh...fûckkk" I moan.

"You're such a slût." He smiles.

I nod, "I am."

"Now, it's time to taste your juices. Ready?"

I nod again as he drags his fingers back up to my lips.

This time, I don't hesitate. I grab his wrist and suck, tongue sliding between his fingers. I see the corner of his mouth twitch with approval as I coat them with my saliva. I hear him chuckle low in his throat, satisfied.

Then, without warning, he yanks his hand away and dives back between my legs with skilled fingers. I glance around and I noticed we're still alone. There are no cars, no people. Nothing but open road and my desire to feel his cóck in me.

Screw it!

I slip the sleeves of my dress off and let the fabric fall down my chest, freeing my breàsts. My hands move to them and I squeeze and stroke my nîpples. Soon, I'm lost in the heat of the moment. I moan helplessly as he leans close to my clît and begins to flick it...faster. His expert strokes feel like he's playing an instrument only he knows how to master.

Out of all my craziest fantasies, I had no damn idea that I'd ever end up being fingered by my professor on a lonely street. His fingers still flick in and out of my pûssy. Soon, I'm grinding hard against them.

And then it hits me. My entire body tenses and explodes in the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. I cry out and arch my back. My thighs clench and I begin to see stars. It's overwhelming, so much that I nearly black out.

When I finally come back to myself, the car rolls to a slow stop in front of a large house. It's not quite a mansion, but it is easily ten times the size of my little apartment. The automatic gates close behind us with a quiet hum.

I blink, still catching my breath, and look around. We're surrounded by acres of farmland and there's not a soul in sight.

He turns off the engine and looks over at me. "Stay still. Don't even think about fixing your dress."

I glance down to see that my breàsts are still exposed, my chest rising and falling rapidly. He gets out of the car, the bulge in his pants impossibly obvious now.

He walks around and opens the door on my side. "Come on out, Ms. Kristen. No one's going to see you out here," he says, holding out his hand.

I take it and step out, still breathless. As soon as I'm on my feet, his lips crash into mine without any warning. There's no gentleness.

Rather, he devours me. Our mouths clash, and our tongues tangle in a wild, desperate kiss. He wraps his arms around me and spins me, pressing me flat against the hood of the car. The evening breeze grazes my bare skin, making my nîpples tighten. I should feel exposed, vulnerable even but I don't. Not with him.

Somehow, despite how out of control everything is, I feel... safe. Professor Cassian's touch is confident, like he knows exactly how to make my body respond.

His hand moves from the small of my back to the curve of my neck. He pulls me to him, his breath brushing over my lips. I'm pinned against the hood of a car, half-naked, completely under his control and yet I've never felt more relaxed. Or more wanted.

He finally pulls back, leaving me breathless. I pant, staring at his tan skin, the slight stubble along his jaw, and the way his dark hair falls effortlessly into place. He runs a hand through it before speaking.

"First rule, Kristen," he says firmly. "When you're in my house... you wear nothing unless I tell you otherwise."

A chill of fear passes through me and my breath catches. "You mean... even outside?" I ask, "Like... in the garden?"

He gives me a look that makes my stomach twist in the best way.

"Yes. The garden, fountain, anywhere within the walls of this premises. Is that a problem?"

"No, professor..." I say.

He frowns. "Cassian," he corrects with a low and commanding tone. "Don't make me repeat this instruction again. You must never address me as a professor outside the lecture hall. Not here."

I swallow. "Yes, Cassian."

"Good. Now undress."

"Yes, sir," I whisper.

I peel off what's left of my clothes. My heart races as I stand there, completely bare under the open sky.

Professor Cassian doesn't rush. He runs his fingers from my forehead, down my nose, tracing a line to my throat. When he reaches my chest, he grabs my left bóob and rolls my nîpple between his fingers, sending jolts of sensation through me.

I gasp. "Oh... God."

He doesn't stop. His hand trails lower, past my navel, down to my center. Without warning, he slides a finger deep inside me. I tremble as he growls against my ear.

"This," he says, moving his finger slowly inside me, "belongs to me. No one else. Understand?"

He pulls his finger out and brings it to his mouth, licking it clean. I look down, embarrassed by how turned on I am. But he grips my chin and forces me to meet his eyes.

"Don't look away," he says, "There's no room for shame here. You give yourself to me without hesitation. Do you understand that, Kristen?"

"Yes, sir..." I answer, though a part of me still isn't sure I can.

"We're not doing this here," he says as he takes my hand. "Not tonight. Let's go inside. To the dungeon.

Before I can fully grasp what he's said, he's already leading me into the house, as his hand cups my ass.

We walk into a wide hall filled with elegant wooden furniture. The far wall is made entirely of stone, giving the room a vintage, almost medieval feel. A staircase winds down to the right, and I shiver, guessing it must lead to the dungeon he mentioned.

"We won't go there yet," Cassian murmurs, tapping my ass lightly.

Then he lifts me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. I rest my head against his chest, feeling safe even though I know what's coming is anything but gentle. He turns down a hallway, then into a dimly lit room with a single bed at its center. He places me on the bed and starts undressing.

He undresses, peeling off his shirt to reveal a sculpted chest. I can't help but stare as he strips away the rest, joining me under the sheets.

"Tell me, Kristen. Has anyone fûcked you before?" He asks, and my blood runs cold instantly!

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"Yes... but only once," I admit, looking away.

He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't hide from me, Kristen. I want you to feel everything. And I'll go slow. Just relax."

He kisses me softly, like we are lovers. The hunger from earlier is gone and this kiss is tender. I melt into it as his fingers trail along the curve of my bréast, tracing slowly. I shiver beneath his touch.

When his lips leave mine, he looks into my eyes. Not like he owns me but like he sees me.

His gaze softens and he starts playing with my nípples gently. His expression is almost amused as I squirm beneath him.

"Don't... don't look at me, please," I whisper, barely able to speak through the waves of pleasure.

"Why not?" he asks, raising a brow. His grin grows wider. Before I can answer, he pinches my nîpples hard, making me cry out.

"I don't know... it just feels wrong. Like I shouldn't let you see me like this."

He reaches behind my head and clicks on a small lamp, bathing the room in warm light.

"You're beautiful," he says quietly. "Why would you want to hide that?"

I bite my lip. "It's just... so naughty. I mean, the way you look at me, and the way I -"

"Exactly," he says calmly. "That's the whole point, Kristen. I want you to be naughty. For me."

He leans down and kisses my neck, trailing soft bites and licks down to my breàsts. When he takes my nîpple in his mouth, I arch toward him, moaning helplessly. He switches sides, biting just enough to make me gasp, then soothes it with his tongue.

Then he starts kissing his way down my body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. He pauses just above my pússy, looks up at me, and smirks.

"You smell like fresh rose petals... warm and sweet," he says. "And you're so wet. So fûcking wet for me."

"Yes, Cassian. I'm wet. I'm wet for you. Now, take me, Professor Ashbourne. Fûck me" I say.

My professor's lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile.

"You learn fast, Ms. Kristen. And trust me, I am going to take you." His tongue flicks against my clît without mercy, sending sharp, electric shocks through my body. I gasp and whimper, while my breath hitches as he keeps tormenting me.

I yank his head closer and he does not hesitate, as he slides a finger deep inside. My back arches, and my hips push into his face as I grip the sheets tight.

An orgasm builds fast but then, suddenly, he pulls back.

Just when I am about to come...why did you stop?

"Not so fast, Ms.-" He pauses.

"Professor," I blurt out, biting my lip, then immediately flush with embarrassment.

His hand shoots down hard on my ass, spanking me sharply. "Call me Cassian. Not professor."

I gasp from the sting and look up, eyes wide.

He smiles darkly. "You will get it right. Now, stand up."

Shaking a little, I obey. He pulls me into a brief kiss, then swats my ass again. "Turn around. Let me show you what a real good fûck feels like."

I glance down at him, as my heart pounds. His erect cóck is thick and glistening with slickness. I swallow hard.

"That... that will not fit," I whisper, scared.

Cassian's eyes soften. "It will. And I promise, I will make sure it does not hurt. Relax and enjoy it."

I trust him. Slowly, I turn around.

"Bend over, Kristen. Let me see that beautiful ass."

I hesitate, then bend forward as he instructs.

"One leg on the bed," he says.

I lift my left leg, placing it on the bed. He kisses my cheek and trails kisses down to my ass, hands roaming. His fingers find my wet cúnt, gently rubbing the folds.

"Relax," he murmurs.

I gasp as I feel the tip of his cóck press at my entrance. Slowly, he pushes his cóck inside.

It stings a little, but not much...he is right. I feel my walls stretch and open, filling up completely. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust. His hand rests on my back. I feel addicted already and I want him inside me all the time.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes... yes, I am fine. Just...fûck me," I beg, grinding against him, hopping he wouldn't notice it.

Smack!

His hand comes down hard on my ass. The sharp sting makes me jump.

"Don't move, slut. If you do that again, Daddy's gonna spank your ass." He warns.

A thrill shoots through me. Daddy? Fuck, yes! I love the sound of that.

I rock against him again, aching for some rough action.

Smack! Smack! His hand lands hard on my ass, again.

I gasp.

He slaps me again. This time, it's firmer. Encouraged, I move again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Do you like being spanked, Ms. Kristen?" he asks, voice low.

"Um... I-"

It feels embarrassing to say it out loud.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You will answer me." His voice is sharper as he spanks my ass harder. "Do you like it?"

"Yes. Yes, Cassian. I like it," I admit with a trembling voice

He keeps spanking me. It's slow and soft at first, then faster and harder. The feeling of pain and pleasure overwhelms me. I lose count after a dozen swats, only feeling the delicious sting and the heat rising inside me.

Then he stops, pulls me close, and spits on my ass, spreading the wetness to cool my skin. He bends down, kisses my back, and cups my breàsts, playing with my nipples between soft kisses

"Ready?" he asks quietly.

"Yes. Oh God, yes," I breathe.

He grabs a handful of my hair and thrusts deep inside me, pulling hard.

"Oh... Fuckkkkk," I moan, raw pleasure crashing through me. He is slow at first, steady. My hips follow every thrust. Soon, we find a rhythm.

Then he speeds up and each movement hits every nerve on fire. He pulls my hair with each plunge, taking control of my cúnt completely. I feel whole and helpless all at once.

His cóck slaps against me, slick and hot. I expect sèx to be good, but....fuckkkk! This is beyond good. This is pure, raw pleasure.

"Do not stop," I moan.

"Don't order me!" He growls.

"Faster," I beg him.

Surprisingly, he obeys. His hips slam harder, faster and I can smell the heat between us. The orgasm starts rising inside me again. He spanks me hard just as I start to lose control.

"Cûm now," he commands.

His voice, the sting, and everything pushes me over the edge. I explode around him, trembling, crying out. He pulls out, and I feel his hot cûm on my back. My knees buckle. I collapse onto the bed, face down. I'm weak and breathless.

Cassian grabs tissues and comes to clean me up.

"Can you just leave it there? I like how they feel," I whisper.

He smiles and settles beside me on the bed, pulling me close for a slow, passionate kiss. This time I am the one taking charge. I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch. He rolls, and I find myself lying on top of him. He pulls back. His eyes are dark with affection, while his hands trace my back.

"If you would let me clean you properly, this would not happen," he jokes, shaking his hand that still has some cûm on it.

I look at him like a mischievous schoolgirl and lick his fingers off.

His grin returns. "That is more like it, Good Girl. Do not be shy."

Then his smile softens, and his voice grows tender.

"You are beautiful, Kristen. As radiant as the morning sun, as lovely as the full moon. Thank you for choosing me as your guide."

His words melt me. This strange teacher-student thing...it is complicated. But somehow, I am ready to make it work.

"Thank you for being my guide," I whisper into his ear.

He kisses my forehead. "We should rest now. We will figure out what you like when you wake up." He says.

I smile as I snuggle against him and let sleep carry me away.

••••••

I stir awake, the room bathed in darkness, save for the soft glow of the moon slicing through the curtains. My head rises slowly, and I find myself still curled up against Professor Cassian's warm, solid chest. I don't even remember falling asleep, but the way my body molded into his, it must've been hours.

He's still asleep...peaceful, almost too beautiful in rest. His bare chest rises and falls like the steady rhythm of waves, strong and grounding. I can't help but take him in.

I stare at his sculpted arms, his calm breath, the way he smells like smoldered earth and heat. There's something primal about it, something that calls to me.

My fingers drift without permission, brushing across his abs, lower, until I find his cóck, soft but still impressive. I bite my bottom lip, the desire to please him overpowering everything else. Shame doesn't exist here, not with him.

I lower myself, my lips barely brushing the tip of his cóck as I whisper against him, "Good morning, Professor Cassian."