A Slut For My Professor (4)

"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."

A Slút For My Professor (5)

I kiss his cóck slowly, before letting it slip between my lips. I take him into my mouth, sucking gently, teasing him awake with the warm wetness of my tongue.

"Mmm... that's a nice way to wake up," he murmurs, still half-asleep but smirking.

I hum around him, the vibration making him twitch. I bob my head deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. My hands slide along his thighs while my lips move with more purpose. When he's fully hard, I draw back slightly, then trail my tongue down to his balls, wetting them slowly as I stroke his shaft.

His hand finds my hair, fingers curling gently at first, then tighter. I moan softly, my body melting into the contact. I shift my weight, straddling one of his thick thighs, my pússy already aching and wet from being this close to him.

He groans, his hips bucking as he nears the edge. I respond by wrapping my lips around him tighter, taking him deeper.

His release comes in a hot wave, spilling into my mouth. I swallow eagerly, but some escapes, running down his cóck and onto his balls. I lick him clean, slow and intentional, keeping eye contact the entire time.

Cassian reaches for me and pulls me up, crashing his lips against mine, tasting himself on my tongue.

"Good girl," he whispers against my mouth before giving my ass a sharp pinch. I squeak in surprise, but he just grins.

"Let's get cleaned up. We have a lot to talk about," he says, lifting me in his arms like I weigh nothing.

He carries me to a luxurious bathroom, the space bathed in soft lighting. There's a glass-enclosed shower in the center, modern and massive. He adjusts the controls until the water is steaming and then pulls me in with him.

Under the spray, he begins to lather me with soaps that smell like exotic orchids. The steam thickens around us, making it hard to see, but I feel everything. I feel his fingers gliding over my skin, the way he massages my back with expert precision.

"You're beautiful everywhere, Kristen," he murmurs, kneeling to wash my legs, my feet, and every part of me with care.

I've never felt this seen and adored. His hands slide upward, teasing the inside of my thighs until he reaches my center. He flicks my clît once, just once, but it's enough to make me gasp.

And then... nothing.

Tease.

When the shower ends, he dries me with slow, gentle strokes, wrapping me in his warmth more than the towel. He smells divine...clean, masculine, dangerous.

He tosses the towel aside and leads me to the bedroom. He pulls on an ash-gray shirt and matching pajama pants. I glance around for my clothes and laugh softly when I realize they're probably still scattered down the hall.

"You're not wearing anything," he says without looking back.

God, yes. I don't want to.

We step into the hallway, his large palm resting possessively on my ass. He leads me to the sitting room and takes a seat on the rosewood sofa. I move to sit across from him, but he pats his thigh with a smirk.

"Here, Ms. Kristen."

I climb onto his lap, straddling him. My bare skin brushes against the soft cotton of his pants, and I can already feel how damp they're getting from me.

"So," he begins, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh, "why did you join the forum?"

"I... I wanted to be a part of your world," I admit quietly.

"And what do you think that world is?"

"I know it's about dominance. About... submission. About pain and pleasure," I say, feeling my cheeks warm.

He chuckles. "BD'SM, Kristen. Bondage. Dominance. Sadism. Masochism."

He says it so casually, like he's lecturing. The professor in him is bleeding through.

"What do you like?" he asks, his eyes burning into mine.

I swallow hard. "I like it when you... when you command me, Cassian."

He leans in slightly, voice low. "So, you're a submissive. You crave control being taken from you."

I nod. God, yes.

"Do you like being hit?"

I look down, my body already responding. "Yes, Cassian."

"Do you enjoy being humiliated, Ms. Kristen?" he asks as his fingers roll over my nipples.

"I... I don't know," I whisper, but I'm already soaked.

He slides a finger down to my pússy, finds me drenched, and smiles knowingly.

"Would you like to be my slave, Kristen?" His finger circles inside me, slow and purposeful.

"Yes... yes, please," I moan, hips grinding on his hand.

"In a scene, I will use you. I'll hit you, push you, challenge you. Are you ready for that?" His voice is firm now, the authority unmistakable.

"Yes, Professor."

"You'll obey everything I command, without hesitation." He tweaks my nipple hard, and I yelp.

"Yes, Professor."

"Are we in a scene now?" he growls.

"Yes," I breathe. "Yes, we are."

He withdraws his finger and stands, stripping fully.

"Let's go to the dungeon, kitten."

Kitten. The word slices through me like a drug. He's named me. I belong to him.

He grips my hair and leads me down a staircase. The slight sting at my scalp makes me moan softly. It's the perfect kind of pain. At the bottom, he flicks on the lights, and I gasp.

The room is expansive, glowing with soft light. A king-sized bed anchors one end. Stands filled with unfamiliar tools surround the space. A shelf of ropes, cuffs, and leather restraints gleam to the right. My skin tingles.

"What do you think, kitten?" he asks, proud.

"I love it, Professor," I purr.

He leads me to the bed and gives me a quick, delicious spank.

"On all fours," he orders.

I obey instantly, turning around and presenting myself, face flushed with arousal.

"Do you know why you're in this position?"

"Because I'm your kitten, Professor."

He chuckles. "Good girl."

"And what does my kitten want?"

"I want to belong to you, Cassian. I want the pain, the pleasure, the humiliation. I want you to own me."

He drags the chair forward and sits with one leg crossed, staring at me with a dangerous smirk.

"Turn around," he commands.

A Slút for My Professor (6)

I follow his instruction without a second thought, as my heart pounds and my cheeks flush. Just last week, I never would've imagined myself standing bare in front of Professor Cassian.

But here I am. Naked, exposed, and willingly his. As I slowly turn, my mind won't stop spinning.

What if he doesn't find me séxý enough? What if my body doesn't do it for him? What if he's used to women who make him lose control with just a glance?

But then a darker, more twisted thought creeps in...one that makes my thighs press together.

What if he has been with women like that? What if he's touched them, tasted them, devoured them?

Instead of making me jealous, the idea turns me on. The thought of Cassian wrecking someone else, then coming to me with the same hunger. It does something to me I can't explain.

I feel my wetness pool between my legs and my pússý throbs.

"Spread your legs wider," Cassian commands with a low voice.

I comply instantly, every nerve on edge.

"Open yourself for me, kitten," he growls, and then... holy fúck...I catch it the hint of aggressiveness in his voice. "Open your pússý for Daddy."

Daddy? Did he just say Daddy?

My chest tightens, breath hitching. The word is so wrong, so forbidden but it stirs something deep inside me, makes my cúnt pulse hotter. I want him to be my daddy. I want it more than anything.

"Daddy" feels like a secret spell, and I'm under its power.

Slap!

The sharp sting against my ass makes me gasp and cry out, "Oh God!" This isn't just his hand, but it is something else. My ass tingles on the spot he had just spanked, and all I can think of is how thrilled I am.

"Don't you dare turn around," Cassian's voice booms. It's thick with anger I can feel even without seeing him. "I told you what to do."

"Yes, Cassian," I whisper, voice trembling. My hand reaches for my slick pússý, and I immediately stroke the folds of my cúnt.

Slap!

His hand crashes down again against my ass.

"Yes? That's what you say to me?" Another smack lands.

Slap!

"Y-yes, Daddy," I squeal, the pain biting deep but the desire to please inside me igniting brighter. His blows inch dangerously close to where I need him most, and I open myself wider, desperate.

"Red, orange, green, kitten. Say it with me. Red, orange, green."

"Red, orange, green," I echo in a shaky voice, having no damn idea what's going on.

Slap!

Oh fúck, I wonder, have I screwed up again?

"Repeat after me with confidence!" He grows.

"Again. Red, orange, and green, Daddy," I stammer, pain shaking through me.

He presses the leather strap against my ass, the square tip sending heat through my skin. I'm sure it's leather. He pushes my hand away from my pússý, forcing me back onto all fours. The strap slides teasingly along my folds.

"Red means stop. Orange means think twice. Green means keep going. Say it."

"Red means stop," I whisper as the strap traces the bottom of my pússý.

"Orange means think twice," it flicks upward.

"Green means keep going, Daddy," I add with a voice that's barely steady.

He pulls the strap back and studies me. "How are you feeling now, Baby?"

"Green," I say firmly.

"Good. Lie on your back, and spread those pretty legs wide open for Daddy."

I obey, lying flat as he cushions my head with a pillow. He bends my knees, spreading my legs wide. I catch sight of the riding crop resting on his chair.

"It's a riding crop, kitten. It'll bring you pain... and pleasure," Professor Cassian murmurs in my ear. I feel his hot breath on my skin and I smile at him. He slips my hands beneath my head on the pillow, pinning me there. My breath hitches. A tiny orgasm buzzes between my legs just from his words.

"I'm going to blindfold you now," he says softly. My pulse races as he pulls a dark blue silk cloth from the cupboard.

"Close your eyes, baby," Professor Cassian coos, wrapping the cool silk over my lids and tying it tight behind my head. The darkness envelops me, heightening every sensation. My pússý tingles in delicious anticipation as I crave what's next. I hear him step back.

There's silence for a moment, and then a sudden crack shatters the quiet.

"Ouch!" I scream, heart pounding. But he didn't hit me. He only struck the bed beside my navel. Fear twists inside me, in a raw and electric way. I want this. I need it.

Crack!

"Oh, fúck!" I cry out as the crop lands hard on my bréást, just missing my nípplé. Heat blooms where it strikes, and I can tell that my skin is getting red.

"We're just getting started, kitten," Cassian chuckles darkly.

Another strike, still on the same spot. I instinctively raise my hand to rub the sting, then his crop smacks my palm away.

"Oh God, please," I beg, as my breath shakes.

"Hands where I put them," he snaps.

The crop drifts to my other bréást. I whimper, helpless. Three quick, stinging blows follow, each one setting fire to my nerves.

"Ahh, please..." The pain burns through me, fierce and delicious. He's unlocked a door I never knew existed. And right now, I feel the raw paradise of pain and pleasure tangled as one. He flicks my nípplé harshly, and he chuckles.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks.

"Yes, Daddy. I love it," I admit breathlessly.

"You want more?" He tugs on my nípplé.

"Yes... yes, please, Daddy," I plead, my voice thick with need.

"Ask me nicely, kitten. Ask."

"Please hit me, Daddy. Fúck, please," I beg shamelessly, desperate.

He laughs, then I feel my nípplé slip into his mouth. His hand darts down to my pússý, and I spread my legs, hungry for his touch.

Swat!

"Oh my God!" I cry out as his hand slaps my pússý. The sting is sharp but it's the best pain I've ever felt. The ache fades quickly, replaced by a tidal wave of pleasure. He keeps tormenting my nípplé with his mouth while his fingers tease and tap my slick folds, driving me crazy. I curl in anticipation, aching for the next strike.

The crop slides over my pússý again, tracing every sensitive inch. Then he lashes the inside of my thighs, making me groan loud. Left thigh, right thigh, alternately, each smack sends shivers through me. Soon, the pain melts into pure bliss.

I whimper and squirm as Cassian stretches my legs wide. Then-

Whack!!!

"Oh fúck. Yes, hit me there, Daddy," I arch my hips, begging.

He obliges, stroking my pússý with the crop, not too hard. It's just enough to tease the edges of pain. He strikes the sides relentlessly, claiming me with every blow. I want to be his kitten, completely and utterly.

I arch higher, begging silently for more. He slows, then delivers a final strike right to my slick pússý lips.

I let out a scream in part agony, and part ecstasy. I want him and I want to belong to him.

"You've been a very good girl, kitten. You deserve a reward," Cassian purrs, fingers caressing my dripping pússý folds.

"Thank you, Daddy," I breathe.