Page 66 of The Professor
When was he going to get naked?
Once again I was his captive. Trussed up, on my tiptoes, breathless from one of the fastest orgasms I’d ever reached.
“I have lots of plans for you, but first this.” He came over to me, holding some kind of leather strap and a chain in the other. “Your little titties need decorating.”
I was breathing fast, my chest rising and falling. He opened a small black leather clip and very carefully attached it to my right nipple.
With a gasp I jerked away; the nip of pain followed.
“Shh.” He stroked my cheek. “You’ll get used to it.”
Part of me was desperate to play his game, the other part wanted to demand he remove it.
“Good girl,” he said and secured another clamp to my left nipple. The delicate gold chain swung between my breasts.
I hissed in a breath and waited for the sting to subside. My pussy clenched, and a tug in my belly pulled between my breasts and my clit.
“That’s it.” He touched his lips to mine. “You can do this, trust me. It will make the experience even more intense.”
“I do trust you.”
He smiled and walked slowly around me. I was high on lust, buzzing with anticipation. He’d been right, in my fantasies, we’d never done this. My wet dreams had been much tamer.
How naïve I’d been.
“Open your mouth.” He held ball gag on a leather strap in front of my face. “You’re going to want to scream, and I can’t have you waking the entire place. It’s two in the morning.”
“Scream?” I wasn’t so sure about that.
“In a good way, an orgasmic way.”
Okay, that I could get on board with.
He took my lack of refusal as permission and slotted the ball gag into my mouth. It tasted of nothing and pressed lightly against my tongue. The strap he made secure, fastening it on the crown of my head, flattening my hair, tugging the roots slightly.
“Very nice.” He walked back around me, trailing his fingers over my body. “And all mine to do whatever the hell I want with.”
Yes! I wanted to shout. Do it. Whatever the hell you want. I’m yours. I have been for so many years.
He stooped and removed his shoes, his socks, and set them beside the chair. He then wandered across the room, back to the stack of drawers as if he had all the time in the world and I wasn’t hanging there wet and wanting.
“This.” He turned with what appeared to be a devilishly long vibrator. “Is something you’re going to love and hate.”
I blinked, which was really all I could do.
“And you’re going to have to believe that I know when enough is enough, okay.”
I gulped, then nodded. What was the alternative? Shake my head and have him untie me? No, I wanted this. I wanted to see my professor as his raw, feral, twisted self. I needed that more than anything.
“You ready for the magic wand?” He stood in front of me, and my attention dipped to his groin. He was hard, his cock outlined beneath his pants.
I nodded again.
“Good.” He pressed a button, and the wand buzzed. “It’s pleasant, feel.” He touched it to the end of my nose.
The buzz traveled over my face, singing into my ears.
“Just relax,” he said. “That’s really all you have to do. You don’t even have to hold yourself up if it gets too much. The chain will do that.”
