Page 12 of Claiming Kenna

“Kenna you can stay behind please,” he puts on his professional teacher voice. Speaking to me how he would to any student. I turned around and walked back to his desk not being able to form words. He waited till everyone had left the class then went over to the door, shut it firmly and locked it. He strode back and stood beside me.

“You didn’t message?” He growled in an accusing tone.

“Huh?” I replied, my mind failing to understand the meaning.

“I told you to message me when you got home and you didn’t. Do you think I like waiting around all weekend for a message from you?” Cullen seethed.

“I got busy doing my assignments. By the time I remembered it was 4 am and seemed pointless?” I offered feeling guilt wash over me. So this is why he was in such a mood. Clearly if he says something he means it.

“Pull your jeans down and bend over my desk Kenna,” he ordered.

“Is that a joke?” I whispered back.

“Does it look like I am joking?”

“We can’t fuck here,” I urged.

“We aren’t fucking Kenna. Now do as you are told,” he repeated himself. I swallowed a thick lump in my throat and my stomach turned into knots.

“I don’t think I am into this,” I insisted again when I discovered what he intended to do.

“Oh Kenna,” He stepped close to me so I could feel the heat from his body, “but I am,” he finished. My body was a fucked up bitch because I was telling him I wasn’t into it but the slick wetness in my panties right now told a different story. We stared at each other in silence and then I did something I never thought I would ever do. I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled my perky rear out of them. I was breathing hard feeling a whirlwind of emotions coursing through my body. I bent over my professor's desk and waited in anticipation.

The first spank was a fast sharp slap across my arse and I gasped loudly from the shock. There was a stinging left behind that was a fine line between pain and pleasure. I went to stand up and Cullen pushed my back back down.

“We are not done yet,” he bit then lashed out with another sharp slap. And then followed by another one. I was so wet that I was beginning to think Cullen may see my juices running down my bare thighs. Was he fucked up for being so controlling or was I fucked up for welcoming it with open arms? Cullen rubbed my arse cheek gently letting me know my punishment was done.

“My red hand print looks delicious on your arse. I wish I could tattoo it there,” he said. Cullen then slipped a finger from behind me directly into my folds, he then pulled it from deep inside me and sucked on his finger, then slowly withdrew it from his mouth while I had my head tilted up looking at him intently.

“Next time I say message me when you get home safe I mean it. See you tonight at work Kenna,” Cullen said over his shoulder while walking away and unlocked the door and strode out of his classroom. I quickly pulled my pants up and buttoned my jeans back away staring after him in disbelief. This man was such an enigma.

I winced as I walked slowly to the cafeteria. I had contemplated going to the toilets to see if I could finish what Cullen started, to take care of this overbearing horniness off but I had never given myself an orgasm before so giving it a go in a toilet cubicle for the first time probably wasn’t my best idea. I chewed the inside of my cheek and lazily strode to the cafeteria to endure an average lunch and long afternoon while my mind will be on nothing but tonight’swork. Claire was sitting at a table on her own and there was no sign of Kyan which was unusual. Deciding to bypass the food because I didn’t have a big appetite today, I sat down beside her, flinching when my rear made contact with the solid plastic chair.

“Hi Claire, you ok?” I asked her, offering her a shoulder to cry on and selfishly a distraction to my own dilemma.

“I think Kyan and I ruined our friendship,” she huffed and pushed her food around the plate with her fork.

“How’s that?” I pondered out loud.

“Well we agreed over the weekend that we liked each other and would give things a go between us, but then after dinner we tried to have sex, and Kyan couldn’t get an erection. I was so embarrassed and left his place in tears,” she mumbled to me. I inwardly cringed wishing I hadn’t asked. I did not need to picture Kyan in this new light.Gag. I pushed that horrific image from my head and told myself being a good friend was more important than near vomiting over the thought of Kyan’s floppy little penis.

“Do you think he got nervous? He probably really likes you and sleeping with you is more personal and intimate then a drunken one night stand. It could be seen as a compliment?” I offered.

“Well it felt horrible. I left feeling yuck and ugly,” she replied in a hushed tone and eyes darting around making sure no one was paying us any attention.

“Talk to him. Have some drinks together and have sex. If you both really like each other you just need to get this first time over and done with,” I suggested and automatically thinking to myself that mine and Cullens first time was steamy and electric and his humongous cock had no issues with nervousness.

“You’re right, I guess I just needed to hear it from a females perspective as well for confirmation.” Claire nodded her head and brought me back to our conversation. I smiled at her tightly while squeezing my thighs together trying to make this tingling in my core go away.God Kenna you’re turning into a nymphomaniac.We sat together, changing the subject now and talking about the latest branded vodka range that had been released. Apparently it was passion fruit flavour and different from all the other passion fruit vodkas Claire normally drinks. This was the type of conversation I needed. I could sit here nodding and giving a fewohhhsandahhhhsin between sentences. Not because I was a bad friend but because anything too in depth just gave me too much anxiety. I enjoyed seeing Claire hyped out about these little things that made her happy and it meant the conversation never went back to me because I wasn’t one for drunken partying.

Theafternoonhadpassedquickly and I had wasted no time in coming back to my apartment to do some reading on the history of woman’s rights because why not do some light reading before I go fuck my Professor again? I shut the book gently and looked out my window like I had done so many times before over the last twelve months. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed heavily. In the space of a week I had really created quite the mess for myself. It wasn’t like watching a train wreck happen in slow motion; it was a train flying a million miles per hour and crashing straight into a titanium wall that then exploded completely leaving nothing but ash and melted metals. I could consider cancelling on Cullen and attempt to fix my monumental stuff up. But instead I got up slowly, still feeling pangs of pain from the spanking earlier and went and slipped into the shower to get ready for‘work’.I giggled while wetting my hair under the warm spray of water. Tonight I am going to try and take some of the power back. I don’t normally like childish games but I am certain this is classed as an adult game anyhow.

I was pleased with my appearance. I was dressed in soft pink lace lingerie, with garters attached to my cheeky panties, strappy heels and a long light brown trench coat over top. I left my hair down in curls and went for softer makeup to match the blush pink lingerie. Crystal will shit herself when she sees me but will understand when I tell her what’s underneath. I felt like a sexual goddess. Once arriving at the Elite Club, I walked down the steps once again, but this time I was excited, horny and ready to settle some shit between Cullen and I. The suspense of waiting was killing me. Crystal had messaged me earlier saying the room was booked out for me again and I have the earliest time slot. I tried to act surprised with my reply because who knows what the rules are with dating clients. Although I don’t know if what we are doing is dating.

I stepped into the busy club, slightly astounded by the fact it was always humming with clients. This was a massive world that I had no idea existed until recently. Crystal was busy with another woman in the far corner. It’s the first time I have seen her with a client since the first night we met. They were just having a drink together and getting handsy but it was obviously a client of Crystals. A few days ago the scene would have made me uncomfortable but now I applaud her silently. My eyes roamed the large busy space and landed on Holly. I gave her a shy wave feeling a little out of place now without having Crystal instructing me. Holly came over and gave me a questioning look.

“I’m meant to be working tonight in one of the private rooms but Crystal is busy and she normally helps me.”

“Ohhh you haven't even had a proper induction have you?” she replied.

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