Page 274 of Bad for Me

The dean walked up to her and ran his hand down her cheek, down her neck and settled both of them on the neckline of her dress. With one swift tear, he exposed her beautiful breasts. He pulled a knife out and made easy work of the sleeves until the fabric laid pooled at her feet. One of the younger members handed him a flogger and there was no surprise when he rotated her around for us to see her beautiful ass.

She trembled as he stepped back and, with a flick of the wrist, she jumped at the impact. Several pink marks from the thin straps of the flogger bloomed immediately.

I watched as one by one those who wanted to, picked up the flogger or paddle and swatted her ass, thighs, or breasts. When the head of the history department hit her across the nipple, she cried out, no longer able to keep her composure.

She tugged at her restraints at the same time she clamped her legs tighter. “I'm sorry,” she cried. I bet she was.

I chuckled and finished my bourbon. We had barely begun. Was she wet? I ran my finger around the rim of my glass, wondering what she'd taste like.

When our head coach kicked her legs out, I leaned forward in my chair. The inside of her thighs glistened with her juices and even from here I could see that the small thong she wore was drenched. My kitten liked this. I wasn't sure if it was the public humiliation or the pain, but I bet her body's reaction astounded her as well.

Her breasts were peppered with welts that matched the ones on her ass. God, she was beautiful. And if the bobbing heads in my colleagues’ laps were any indicator, they were enjoying the show.

Drew walked over and handed me the flogger. “She's all yours. If you need help breaking her in, I'm certain you'd have volunteers.”

I smirked as I accepted the gift and walked back up to Natalie. I sat my empty glass down on the table that held the paddles and floggers before tracing my finger gently across her jaw. “Kitten, you've done so well. I have a few more.”

She shook her head. “Please, I'll be good.”

“Oh, I know you will. When I'm done, I'll reward you.”

I ran my hand down and tugged at both nipples until she cried out, more tears streaming down her face. As much as I guessed she'd deny it, her breath quickened.

When I let them go, she shuttered. Before she caught her breath, I flicked the flogger several times, coming from each side in concession. Each swing, expertly placed, and I heard several grunts from the audience.

She tried to move away from the lashings but was unsuccessful.

“Please...” she sobbed, her whole body trembling as she struggled to stay on her feet.

Two more on her upper thighs and I set the flogger down, enjoying her sobs and the way her chest heaved. She'd be bruised tomorrow, and I still was nowhere near done with her.

I turned to address the crowd, smiling. “Miss Davis has taken this punishment well. Should she be rewarded before we call it a night?”

She sobbed as they cheered.

I took a piece of ice out of my glass and gently placed it on the pulse point on her neck. She rewarded me with a moan that went straight to my cock.

“That's a good kitten.” I traced the ice across her collarbone over her breasts, then encircled her nipples. She shuttered and the sharp intake of breath told me she didn't exactly hate this.

I didn't think her nipples could get any harder, but I'd been wrong and couldn't help but take one in my mouth. When I pulled it all the way in and scraped my teeth across it, she moaned. Oh, this was going to be fun.

I stepped behind her so everyone could see and trailed the ice down her stomach.

“How does it feel, knowing that every man in this room wants to fuck you?” I asked, whispering in her ear.

She whimpered.

I took my hand and slid it and the ice cube under her thong to her hot, wet center. As the ice grazed her clit, she stepped back, right into me. She tried to correct, but I held her there, my hard cock pushing into the small of her back.

I held the ice there, making small circles until it melted, which didn't take long. Even before the ice, she'd been dripping.

“Please,” she murmured and tried to push into my hand.

I smiled and pulled my hand away. She whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction.

I chuckled as I grabbed the small bullet out of my pocket and turned it on.

She pushed into me as soon as my hand slid back under her panties. I circled her clit with the small vibrator and at first she pushed into it, but as the sensation increased, she moved to avoid it.

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