Dirty Professor

by Viola Vera

His gaze bored into me as he made his first command.

  “Sit on the table.”

  I swallowed, darting a gaze about me. Then I climbed up on to the table, trying not to pay attention to the people watching me.

  “Lie back.”

  I lay down flat on the smooth wooden surface, my feet dangling over the edge. My mind reeled with the possibilities of what would happen next. Graham walked away and shortly after I heard click click click then a quick fizzle. It sounded like a lighter.

  Graham returned before me holding a lit candle. Our gazes met and held. The flame danced in his blue eyes and graced his handsome face with amber light. My heart racing, I held my breath, waiting for his next move. Then he put the hand out holding the lit candle and tilted it. I watched in shock as liquefied wax slipped from the candle’s and fell onto my chest.

  I let out a cry and reared up from the sting of the hot wax. But Graham bent and pressed his lips to mine in a hot, sudden kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips into my mouth and the pain from the wax was immediately forgotten as I returned his kiss. Arousal burned inside me and I made a sound of frustration that was muffled by Graham’s mouth. This man was so fucking confusing. Everything he did sent me in a turmoil. I wanted to hate him but all I ended up doing was just wanting him full stop.

  Graham pulled away from our kiss and pushed me back to lie down. I trembled, my lips still tingling from our kiss. Graham moved the wax over me again and tilted it. I flinched in preparation for the wax.

  “Stay still and submit.” Graham ordered. “Welcome the heat. Accept the pain.”

  Accept the pain. I could do that. I’d been doing it all my life. I relaxed and gasped as the hot wax dripped onto me. Graham kept the candle over me, dripping a line down the middle of my breasts to just beneath my navel. He brought the candle up and dribbled wax over my breasts, the heat intensifying the sensitivity there and making my nipples hard.

  “Touch yourself, Julia.” Graham’s cajoling voice caressed me, his hungry gaze making my pulse tick quicker. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers. Will you do that for me?”

  I licked my lips and nodded.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I moved my hands over my breasts, skimming my finger tips across my skin. I drifted my hands over my ribcage, my stomach, then between my legs. A helpless moan escaped me when my fingers glided down my wet slit. I was ashamed to enjoy touching myself while ten strangers watched, but I wanted to please Graham more.

  Spreading my pussy lips open, I sank two fingers into my soaked depths and stroked myself. Then I slid my slick fingers over clit and circled it. The wax had cooled, tugging gently on my skin as I moved. Graham’s big hands came down on my knees spreading my legs open even wider. While I circled my clit, Graham slipped his hand between my legs, pushing his fingers into me as well. I moaned, my back arching off the table.

  I shut my eyes and welcomed the sensation of Graham’s touch. And to block out the other people watching what Graham did to me. I wished it was just me and Graham, but at the same time, I felt a little thrill that we were being watched too.

  Graham fucked me with his fingers then knelt and pressed his face right there. I moved my hands into his hair, gyrating my hips and grinding my pussy on his face. Graham lapped and licked at me, each sweet glide of his tongue on my clit making me jerk from the sensation of it.

  He continued to pump his fingers into me as his mouth fastened on my clit and sucked. My orgasm came over me, making me tremble and shake beneath him. The heat of it sweeping me away as I cried Graham’s name.

  Graham stood and regarded me with satisfaction.

  “Guests, I want you to hold her hands.”

  Several pairs of hands immediately came down on mine, securing me to the table. Graham undressed until he was completely naked. His cock hard and big, jutting out between his legs. He rolled a condom onto his thick length and stroked himself, desire in his gaze as he eyed my body.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”

  I squirmed. “Yes... sir... fuck me...”

  He pushed into me fully and deep, stretching me wide. My legs trembled and he dug his fingers into my thighs, pulling me right up against him so he could go even deeper into me. My fingernails clawed at the table’s surface, my hands shook but I couldn’t move them because the guests still held on to me.

  I moaned as Graham slid partway out of me then slid all the way back in.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. I moaned in agreement. He was the biggest cock I’d ever taken and my pussy spasmed around his flesh in desperation to accommodate his girth. Graham roved his hands along my hips, along my waist to cup and squeeze my breasts as he rocked into me.

  He pinched and pulled at my nipples, each tug yanking cries from my lips. Then he bent and sucked on my breast as he pounded into me. I wished my hands were free to hold him against me. But all I could do was endure Graham fucking me on his table while several others watched.

  What were they thinking? How were they feeling to be in the midst of what was clearly live porn for them?

  When I came again, Graham pulled out of me and hauled me off the table. Finally, my hands were freed. He pulled me to my feet with my back facing him and he pressed himself against me. His hands dragged possessively all over my body, his lips at my neck and ear. I parted my legs wider when his hand sunk lower and then I rose up on my tiptoes when Graham’s fingers delved deep into my soaking wet channel.

  He fucked me with his fingers for a few strokes before he pushed me back down onto the table again face down.

  “Hold her hands again,” he ordered the guests. Eagerly, they restrained me.

  My body trembled with renewed fear and excitement. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar sting of hot wax near the back of my neck. I cried out and tried to arch away, but the guests holding my hands prevented me from moving. I shivered as Graham poured the wax all over my back and across my bottom.

  As abruptly as it started it ended. My breath gradually returned to normal as I waited for Graham’s next move. I heard his feet moving and the sound of something rustling. Then Graham was behind me again, his big rough hand caressing my ass.

  SLAP!

  “You’ve been a good girl tonight,” said Graham. “But you and I both know there are some wrongdoings you committed. A crime for which you ought to be punished. And I believe it’s my duty to school you on the consequences of your choices. Do you agree, Julia?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’m going to flog you, Julia, and you’re going to count each one out loud.”

  I shivered, my voice wavering. “Yes… yes, sir.”

  SLAP!

  An abrupt rising arrow of intense heat on my skin made me open my mouth on a cry. I reared up, but the guests held me down. Another slap followed the first across my ass. The heat and the pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt. It was as if a thousand hot needles were stabbing me beneath my skin.

  I cried out the number of each lash Graham laid on me. The hits went all over my ass, the backs of my thighs, and up between my legs. The pain continued to radiate in waves and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, it came to an end.

  My face was wet with tears, my breathing ragged. Then Graham’s hands were on me, raising my hips and spreading my legs open wide. His cock was at my entrance pushing into me with one rough thrust that made me choke out a gasp. He growled, his fingers twisting in my hair and pulling my head back. He leaned over me, his mouth latching onto my neck as he bit me then sucked the tender flesh.

  My orgasm bowled me over, the heat and wave ecstasy making the edges of my vision black. My pussy squeezed tight around Graham’s cock.

  His powerful thrusts grew deeper and harder, his cock like hard, hot iron driving into me mercilessly. With a grunt, Graham came too.

  So consumed by Graham, I’d forgotten about the ten strangers in the room until I heard them clapping. Graham pulled out of me and helped me to stand str
aight. The guests came over, thanking us both for the performance. A few of them hard barely expressed their gratitude before they were hurrying away up the stairs.

  Intense embarrassment swept through me and I was grateful when Graham whispered in my ear there was a bathroom in the basement where I could go get cleaned up.

  The shower’s warm water ran over me, soothing my skin. It had been just a moment ago but I still couldn’t believe what had just happened between me and Graham. We’d had rough sex on a table while being watched.

  When I was done with the shower, I got out and grabbed a towel. My clothes were still in Graham’s guest room upstairs. I wasn’t ready to face any of those other people who’d watched the ‘show’ Graham and I had put on, so I sat on the edge of the bathtub and lingered in the bathroom for a bit.

  A knock on the door startled me. Graham entered the room wearing a robe.

  “You shouldn’t be ashamed, Julia. You should be proud of what you did tonight.” He withdrew a rectangular piece of paper and handed it to me. “You more than earned this.”

  Reluctantly, I took the paper. It was a cheque made out to me for ten thousand dollars. My eyes widened at the number. I felt like if the cheque had literally slapped me.

  “Huh. I didn’t know I was a ten grand kinda whore.”

  Graham frowned. “You are not a whore. You weren’t paid for sex.” He gripped my shoulders and gently tugged me to my feet. “That was payment for a service that entailed sex, paid for by the guests who attended tonight. What we did wasn’t just a show, it was a sex therapy session for these couples.”

  “Oh.” Now I understood what that man meant earlier. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea I’d contributed in fixing a troubled marriage. What I did wasn’t as shameful anymore. “Do they know that porn is free on the internet?”

  Graham chuckled. “Some people respond better to the live experience.” His hands still on my arms, he rubbed his thumbs over my skin. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

  I rubbed my lips together, a ghost of a smile on my lips.

  “At first I hated your guts and wanted to kill you, but the multiple orgasms and the ten grand is making me rethink those feelings.”

  Smiling, he pulled me closer. “So is it safe to say you wouldn’t mind putting on another show with me in the future?”

  “How soon are we talking?”

  Graham yanked the edge of my bath towel open and snaked his arms around my naked body. Tilting his head face close, he grazed my lips with his.

  “A private encore for now.”

  * * *

  Thank you for reading.

  Your opinion is valuable and helps others decide what to purchase. Let others know what you thought of this book by leaving a review.

  Sign up to Viola’s list for new release alerts

  http://www.violavera.com/newsletter

  * * *

  Read Kim’s story in Dirty Senator, the last book in the Yes, Sir series

  Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon DE

  What would you do for the ones you love?

  Me? I would do anything.

  Even if it means blackmailing a senator.

  But Senator Duncan Rochester isn’t afraid to get dirty too.

  He’s a handsome, dominant man who always gets what he wants at any means necessary.

  And what he wants most of all is my total obedience to his every demand.

  His sinful touch on my skin, he says I’m in need of firm correction.

  And he’s the perfect man in charge to give me what I deserve.

  About the Author

  Viola Vera writes steamy stories featuring sexy, dominant men claiming their sassy, innocent women. She loves exploring taboo themes and guarantees an entertaining read right to the end.

  All books by Viola Vera

  Connect with Viola

  Facebook

  Goodreads

  BookBub