Dominant Professor

by Mia Luxe

  All I have to do is turn off my alarm, fall asleep, and forget last night ever happened. I'll go to his class and sit in the back, hiding away in sweatpants and a big baggy hoody. I’ll be so ashamed I won’t be able to make eye contact with him again, but I won’t get kicked out of the College.

  Connor didn’t report me to the dean. I managed to get myself out of another tight spot. This can all go away if I just ignore it.

  I bite my lip.

  Oh God, but I want him so bad.

  I grab my eye-blinder and snuggle up, closing my eyes and doing everything I can to not think of the past or the future. I try to calm my racing mind.

  All I have to do is turn my alarm off, fall asleep, and forget all about this.

  I leave the alarm on.

  Strict Rules

  Willow - Saturday, November 1st

  All I have to do to prove I want to be professor Bold’s submissive is have the courage to meet him at his house.

  “Here we are. 1298 Breeze Avenue.”

  “Thank you,” I say, handing the cab driver a twenty and stepping into the brisk evening air. The street is quiet. Massive white gates dwarf me as I stand looking through the wrought iron bars, staring up the winding driveway to the house at the top.

  In that house is the sinfully handsome professor Connor Bold.

  The only man who knows every deep, dirty desire I have.

  My heart pounds, and I turn back towards the cab. For a split second I want to jump in the back, tell the driver it was a mistake, and that I want to go back to dorms. The cab peels away, leaving me standing in the wind. I’m glad I wore a blue wool coat over my grey heathered sweater dress.

  As I stand in front of those huge gates, I know that if I go through them my life will be irrevocably changed.

  The gates slide open noiselessly in front of me. The winding driveway draws me forward towards the house. Each step forward I’m more sure of myself, the gate sliding closed behind me. I approach the wooden front door of his house with my heart pounding, my breath quick.

  What am I going to say to him? What did he mean by being his submissive?

  I pause for half a second in front of the door, then knock three times in quick succession.

  The door opens and my professor stands in front of me. Even in my heeled boots he is so much taller than me. His green eyes look me up and down and a smile comes to his face. He’s wearing a tight sweater that shows off his muscular physique and light brown khaki pants with a dark belt.

  He’s not going to use that belt on me, is he? Would I want that?

  “Let’s get you out of the cold,” he says.

  I step inside and the warmth of his house wraps around me like a hug. He closes the door behind me and the whole rest of the world stops mattering. In the privacy of his house, it doesn’t matter that he is my professor and I am his student. It doesn’t matter what my family would think of me.

  “Hi professor Bold,” I say, wishing I could think of something witty and flirty as I look up at him.

  “Hello Willow,” he says, helping me get my coat off. When his hands touch my shoulders, it sends a flutter all the way through my body.

  “Come with me.”

  There’s an edge to his voice that makes me stand up straighter. I was about to ask if I should take my boots off, but instead I follow him down the hallway.

  Where is he taking me? Does he have some room full of whips and chains?

  My nervous thoughts melt away as he ushers me into a huge library with a roaring fire. The walls are mahogany, and two of them have built-in wood bookshelves filled with tomes. A winding staircase leads to a second floor of more books. Heat emanates from the fireplace, and I can feel the heat and light dancing on my body.

  “It’s beautiful,” I say, feeling awed by the room. It looks like something from a movie.

  “Take a seat,” he says, and his voice has changed. He isn’t asking. He’s telling me what to do. I sit down in one of the leather chairs in front of the fireplace, crossing my legs. He sits down in the identical chair in front of me.

  “Tell me why you’re here, Willow.”

  He loves to make me say what I want. My cheeks flush, and I find it hard to meet his eyes. The humiliation of my desires exposed is intense.

  I take a breath, and try to fill my voice with as much false confidence as I can.

  “To prove to you that I’m serious.”

  There’s lust in my voice, naked lust that I can’t hide.

  “Serious about what?”

  His brilliant green eyes stare at me like a hawk. I can’t meet them, looking down at the coffee table in front of me. I bite my lip gently, smoothing my dress on my thighs.

  Oh God, I’m really going to say it.

  “About being your submissive.”

  "You asked me to train you. To teach you... and to punish you. Do you still want that?"

  Yes, so fucking badly, more than anything.

  His words send heat through my body, and I can feel myself getting wet. He's so comfortable, sitting back in his chair, his legs wide. I can't meet his eyes, feeling shy and vulnerable. Instead my eyes travel over the tight sweater that hugs his powerful body, his light grey pants and the thick shape of his cock. I can see it straining against his clothing, wanting me.

  How can he be so in control with his cock rock hard?

  The massive length of his cock hard and pulsing in his pants fills me with confidence.

  He wants me. He wants me just as bad as I want him.

  “I do still want that, professor Bold.”

  The slightest hint of a smile comes to his face. Then it becomes stern and hard.

  “Being my submissive means following the rules. Strict rules. You don't have a good record of following rules."

  “I’ll follow the rules, professor,” I say too quickly, wriggling in my seat. I want so badly to straddle him, to feel his pulsing cock against my body and his hands all over me. My whole body is on fire with hot need, from the tips of my aching, hard nipples down to the slickness between my thighs.

  This is something darker than any need I’ve had before. A need that I've pushed down farther and farther inside of me, a need that's boiling over. Controlling me.

  He lifts up one finger.

  "First rule. If you are ever uncomfortable or need to pause, you say the safe-word. Cherry. Say it for me."

  "Cherry," I repeat, and the first rule makes everything so much more real.

  He holds up a second finger.

  "If you want to be my submissive, you don't drink, you get your assignments done, and you finish this term. If you can't show me you have the discipline to get your life back on track, you will never have the discipline to be my submissive."

  What the hell does my school have to do with submitting to professor Bold? What right does he have to tell me I can't go out and party?

  "Say it."

  I bite my lip. This is different than I was expecting. I was expecting to be trained by a dominant man, not controlled.

  Then I imagine breaking his rules.

  His hand slapping down on my ass and teaching me a lesson.

  I can’t take this, I’m so fucking turned on.

  "I won't drink, I won't flunk out."

  "Good.” He holds up a third finger. “When you're here, you do everything I say."

  "Everything?"

  He nods. "Yes. Anything. You have to trust me not to push you past your boundaries… and if I do, you use the safe-word."

  I brush a wisp of hair that fell in front of my face to the side.

  “I’ll do everything you say.”

  He nods, and holds up a fourth finger.

  “Final rule. If you need to be punished, you take your punishment.”

  It’s like I’m in a trance. He's so fucking powerful as he sits back in his chair, and my eyes dart to his hand, imagining him meting out a harsh punishment on my bottom.

  God, I want it so bad. I need to be punished right no
w.

  "If I need to be punished, you punish me," I mirror his words, hearing the dark heat in my own voice. Those dirty words push me over the edge. I don't care what happens, I need him, and bad. He lowers his hand to his leg.

  I finally meet his eyes. They are dark pools of need, animal heat that burns hotter than the fire. His muscles tense and flex under his sweater. He looks like a man about to lose control.

  I'm doing this to him.

  “Stand.”

  I stand up, the flickering light of the fire illuminating me.

  “Take off your clothes for me,” he says, leaning back with his hands clasped behind his head. His words send a shock through me.

  I’ve never been completely naked in front of a guy before. I’ve fumbled in the dark, but the light of the fire will completely expose me.

  I promised to do everything he said.

  I take a deep breath and reach down to pull off my boot.

  “No. Those last,” says Connor, his voice strained with need.

  I bite my lip and pull my dress off over my head. I stand in front of him in the black lacy underwear I picked out, just for him. Just for Connor Bold. His eyes devour me, green pools of need. His look of pure lust fills me with confidence.

  He loves my body.

  I toss my dress on the chair and stand in front of him, wanting him to give me another order before I continue.

  “You’re perfection,” he says reverentially.

  I reach back and undo the hooks of my bra and let it fall to the floor like petals drifting to the ground. My nipples are rock hard, the warmth of the fire cascading over my body and mirroring the desire that burns inside me.

  I bend down, my heart pounding as I pull my black lacy thong off over my heeled black boots.

  "Turn for me. Slowly."

  My cheeks flush red and I turn slowly, facing away from him.

  “Take off your boots.” His words are a command.

  I bite my lip and bend down, knowing he can see everything. Knowing that his eyes are devouring every inch of my body as I slip the boots off. I push them away and turn back around. His cock is so fucking hard in his pants.

  He motions with two fingers for me to come closer to him. He is completely clothed while I am exposed. The imbalance is obvious. I walk closer, and the only thing stopping me from feeling shameful in my nakedness is the pure need in his eyes.

  He smiles and pats his knee.

  “Come sit on my lap,” he says, his voice softer than when he ordered me to strip.

  I walk softly to him, and sit on his lap. His cock is an iron rod that presses against me, and I lean back against his body. He's so big that my feet dangle off the ground. Being naked on his lap while he's still wearing all his clothes just makes me feel more submissive. His mouth is near my neck, and I can feel his warm breath. I breathe in the scent of his cologne.

  His right hand rests on my upper thigh, his left hand slowly moving up my stomach towards my breasts.

  "It's time you learned some discipline, isn't it," he says into my ear, his voice low. His words flow into me like honeyed rum, intoxicating me with desire.

  "Teach me discipline, Connor," I moan, and his fingers slide up my body and pinch my nipple, hard.

  "Another rule. Here, you call me sir, master, or professor Bold."

  "Yes master," I say instantly.

  Master. That means he owns me.

  The only sound is the fire popping and our breathing. The whole world ceases to exist except for his private study. No one can see me here. No one can judge me.

  In here, all that matters is him and me.

  "From now on, Willow, you only cum in my presence. I own your pleasure."

  His finger circles my nipple as he says it, teasing me. His right hand is moving up my thigh, closer and closer to my wetness, making me shudder in pure need.

  "Yes sir,” I respond instantly, and he positions me so he can kiss me. He strokes me into burning desire as his mouth finds mine, his fingers dancing over my body and sending tingles of pure need over me. His left-hand moves between my thighs, and he feels how wet I am. He breaks off the kiss and I groan in need as his left hand moves from my soaking pussy up and he licks his fingers. It’s so fucking hot to feel his cock pulse as he tastes my juices.

  I want to make him cum. I imagine him taking me right now on the floor in front of the fire, feeling his cock pounding into me as his hand disciplines me. I want him to take my virginity and claim me as his, now.

  "Do you want to see what happens if you break the rules?"

  My cheeks start to redden and I look down.

  Humiliatingly. Shamefully.

  I do.

  All my life I've been able to get out of things. To manipulate people and show them the side of me that will get me out of trouble.

  I want to see if professor Bold will be lenient or harsh.

  "What happens if I break the rules, Connor Bold?"

  My voice is a challenge as I stress the syllables of his name.

  Not master, not sir, not professor. Connor Bold.

  He lifts me from his lap like I am weightless, and I realize how strong he is. I've seen his muscular physique straining against his tight sweater, but I never knew how easily he could move me around. He pulls me over his lap abruptly.

  My ass is exposed to him. I’ve never felt so naked and helpless in my life.

  He lets his hand run from the small of my back down to the flesh of my buttocks.

  "Before we start, I need you to say the safe-word one more time. To prove to me you remember it."

  "Cherry, Connor, cherry," I say with a tremble in my voice, trying to sound bratty as I stress the syllables of his name.

  He responds with a slap to my ass, and instant pain shoots through me.

  Fuck. That hurt more than I thought it would.

  The pain is arousing in a deep, dark way I don't understand. I lift my head and notice the mirror in the corner of the room, an ornate, old mirror that shows me exactly how I look.

  Naked. Exposed. Helpless.

  An 18-year-old student over the lap of an older, dominant man. Being punished for being naughty. I barely recognize myself in the face that looks back at me, a face that is overwhelmed by shameful need.

  “You’re a little brat and I’m going to teach you respect,” he growls.

  His hand lifts up and I watch in the mirror as it comes down against my right buttock, hard.

  Crack!

  The sound of flesh on flesh fills the room. He gave me just enough time between strokes to forget how bad it hurt. The pain is intense and delicious.

  A little whimper leaves my mouth, but I want to prove myself.

  I need to prove I can handle anything he can give me.

  His left hand pulls my hands together against my back. He starts to spank me on my left ass cheek, the slap of flesh against flesh obscene and humiliating. I moan as the pain increases and he slides a finger inside of me, toying with me. Moans of pleasure escape my mouth as his finger slides deep into my wetness.

  The pleasure lasts only seconds before his finger leaves me and he spanks me again. His other hand leaves my arms behind my back and fists my hair. I instinctively clasp my hands together behind my back.

  Part of me wants to say the safe-word as tears come to my eyes. Cherry, that part of my brain thinks over and over, but I force the words back. I want to experience the punishment. I want to feel just how much discipline he will mete out. I bite my lip.

  “You know you were naughty and deserve to be spanked,” he says, his voice stern. My cheeks go bright red. It’s so humiliating to be treated like this.

  He continues the harsh spanking and I know my ass must be turning red. The moment the pain verges on unbearable he slides two fingers into my wetness. He curls them and I gasp in sudden pleasure. I arch my ass towards his fingers, wanting them deeper, wanting the pleasure more intensely, but as soon as I present myself to him his fingers leave tortuously. I'm left wanting so
much more when he spanks me again. I'm so exposed over his knees, feeling his cock pressing against me, iron hard.

  The pain is sharp and agonizing from his hand firmly spanking against my ass, and I moan out between the smacks of his hand on my bottom.

  "Sir I won't forget again, I won't forget," I moan.

  He stops spanking me, his hand moving to my soaking wet pussy. I know I'm ruining his pants with my wetness and his fingers slide deep into me. His thumb presses on my clit, moving in quick circles that send electricity through my body.

  "Oh my God, oh fuck Master Bold," I moan, my cheeks bright red with humiliation and lust.

  It's like he knows my body better than I do. I can feel my pleasure building up, ready to burst like a dam. I know he can smell my juices and the obscene realization makes me feel even more intensely his.

  "I'm going to cum, please, Sir, may I cum," I moan, begging, terrified that he will stop and leave me panting and moaning in humiliated desire and need.

  "Cum for me, my perfect little Willow," he commands, his thumb circling faster and faster and I scream out in pleasure, unbridled in the safety of his study as waves of sensation overpower me. My body shakes as he pleasures me, and I can feel the massive thickness of his cock under me as the most powerful orgasm I have ever felt completely overwhelms my being.

  When the pleasure finally subsides I can barely move. I hear him open the drawer next to him and hear the sound of something squirting. His hand gently strokes a cream onto my burning, painful rump, and the pain turns into luxurious, blessed coolness.

  He rubs lotion carefully over the areas where he spanked me, slow and gentle, and I can feel the affection from his touch. Though his cock is straining against his pants and I know I'm so wet he can almost taste me, he cares more about soothing me than his own pleasure.

  When he has rubbed the lotion in completely, he lifts me and I straddle him, facing him and looking up at his powerful body. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him, smoothing my hair. I'm sweat-soaked and trembling.

  "That was intense for you, I know."

  My whole body is shaking and trembling from my orgasm. The cheeks of my ass, though soothed, are still burning up and I move so that they won't touch against the material of his pants.