Page 92 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Now, strip. Take everything off. Leave the socks and hair as it is."

“Yes, professor.”

I shed the clothes in a blink. Excitement and greedy anticipation pumped through my veins as I stood there in nothing but my school socks. Lorcan strode over to the naughty drawer and picked my favorite Hermès scarves and a red paddle. When he returned, he lifted me off the floor and threw me into the center of the massive bed.

"Lay on the bed, face-up, hands above your head, and spread these gorgeous legs, my naughty student."

“Yes, professor,” I said giddily.

“Do you know what happens to the naughty student who doesn't follow my instructions?” Lorcan whispered into my ear, tying each wrist to a bedpost.

“I don’t know, professor. But I’ve been a bad, bad girl in need of hardcore tutoring.”

“Yes, you have.”

Without warning, his large palm met my pussy in a vicious slap. It stung like fuck and colored crimson-red right after contact.

“Ouch! Lorcan, that fucking hurt!”

I tried to cross my legs and soothe my weeping kitty, but Lorcan struck my thigh with the bamboo paddle. Tears pooled in my eyes.

“Your first lesson starts now. That strike was for calling me the wrong name. Tonight, I’m your professor. And this”—Whack!—“is for closing your legs. Did I say you can close them?”

“No, professor.” My breathing was coming in short bursts as the sting traveled to every part of my body.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

Something was wrong. Lorcan’s eyes were distant and stormy. Despite saying all the right things for a professor-student racy script, his mind was elsewhere, and his demeanor was surly. Whatever was going on, this was not the playful wild night I had hoped for.

His palm landed on my pussy again, the hot slap grazing my clit. I swallowed down the mewl of pain and nodded.

“Use. Your. Words. Student.”

My voice shook as I willed the angry tears not to spill. “Yes. Yes, professor. I’m ready for my punishment.”

“Good girl,” Lorcan gruffed, stepping away from the bed.

Anxiety prickled my spine as he undressed. His face was blank, and his movements were taut. He strode in his glorious nakedness back to the bed. His rigid cock throbbed, slapping against his chiseled abs, and those shiny barbells on it taunting me from afar. My breaths came out harsher than a marathon runner.

“So you let useless boys do your homework?” he asked, kneeling on the bed between my legs as his hands traveled along my skin.

“Professor, you must know, I did not intend to—”

His mouth latched on my pussy, and his tongue savagely attacked my clit in the fiercest way he knew. I would explode in seconds.

“Oh my god, professor! That’s so fucking g…ood. I’m going to c—”

Lorcan pulled his head away from my legs, grinning savagely.

Mother. Fucker.

He curled those slick-coated lips into a smirk, enjoying my orgasm denial. My blood began to boil.

“W-why did you stop, professor?” I panted.

“Because bad students don’t get rewarded for bad behavior.”

“W-what do you mean?”

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