Page 40 of The Professor
She sobbed. “You…are…”
“You are, Sir.”
“You are, Sir.” She pressed her forehead on the cool wood of the table and slumped.
“And don’t forget it.” I stepped away, put my gun back in my waistband, and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.
She seemed to slide from the table, then stooped and took the few steps to the double bed that was tucked in the corner. She crawled onto the dark-green covers, a small pitiful snuffle catching her breath.
Had I broken my young filly? Did my seductive student finally understand what she’d been dealing with all of this time?
Whoshe’d been dealing with?
* * * *
Chelsea
My ass hurt like a swarm of bees had attacked me, and my heart was so full of anger and humiliation that I felt it might burst. How dare he tip me over and spank me? What gave him the right? No one, in all my life, had been so disrespectful to me.
Wanker.
“You belong to me while you’re here,” he said. “No one else, just me.”
I crawled onto the bed, my weak limbs shaking.
“And don’t forget it.”
I dropped onto the covers and curled into a ball on my side, facing the wall. My cheeks were wet with tears of pain and rage, and a sudden exhaustion came over me.
Closing my eyes to the darkening room, I wished for sleep. Another sob caught in my throat; I didn’t know where it had come from or where it went. And then I thought of my mother, and what Vince had said about my father’s involvement in her death. More tears came, they poured from me silently even though they shook my ribs.
“Hey, stop now. The spanking is over.”
He was behind me. The bed dipped, and he set his hand on my bare hip.
I flinched, waiting for another spank.
It didn’t come. Instead, he curled around me, spooning his body around mine. “Don’t cry, Chelsea. I won’t hurt you.”
“You just…did.”
“That was punishment for misbehaving, you have to understand that. It was a spanking you deserved.”
“I didn’t give you permission to do it.”
“I don’t need it. You’re mine, I just told you that.”
His arms wrapped around me. He’d removed his t-shirt, and his warm, slightly hairy chest pressed up against my back. My ass smarted where his pants rubbed onto my nakedness.
His lips were by my ear. “You’re mine to do what I want with.”
“So when are you going to fuck me? I presume that’s what you want.”
“You presume right, I really want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. Let’s just say it’s on my bucket list.” He squeezed closer; through his pants, his hard cock wedged between my sore bottom cheeks. “But naughty girls don’t get cock, that’s a lesson you should remember.”
I gulped, and memories of the Sure Thing bounced around in my brain. Did he really not know it was me he’d taken from behind? Did he still believe it was some random student or teacher who’d bent over for him and taken it? It seemed he did.
Pressing my lips together, I decided to hold that bit of information close, for a while at least. Perhaps it would give me the upper hand at some point.
