The Professor

by Leigh, Josie

  “Fuck,” he growled against her breast a few seconds later as the doorbell rang. “That’ll be our food. If you follow me, I will show you to my powder room. There is a robe on a hook behind the door. Put it on and meet me back here in the kitchen,” he beckoned her to follow him down a short hallway before licking the evidence of her orgasm from his fingers. “Fuck, you taste delicious,” he whispered as he opened a door to the right and flipped the switch just inside, illuminating a small half bath right off the kitchen. Giving his hands a quick wash in the sink, he turned toward the large great room a few feet away to answer the door. “I look forward to having my hands coated with your wetness again in the near future,” he said over his shoulder as she closed the door to the bathroom.

  **

  “Coming!” he yelled as the doorbell rang a second time. Annoyed to have been interrupted, the Professor adjusted his erection so he didn’t scandalize the delivery person and yanked open the door to discover a teenage boy trying to balance bags of food in his hand while trying to present the check for signature.

  After signing the receipt, he reached to retrieve the food from the boy, but he could tell the exact moment Sabrina exited his bathroom by the way the boy froze, the food in danger of falling from his grasp, as his gaze locked over the Professor’s shoulder.

  “Thank you,” he said, tersely, grabbing the bags of food from the paralyzed boy and shoving an overly generous tip into his hand. “That’ll be all.”

  “Yes, thank you, sir,” the boy said, finally regaining control over his motor functions. “That chick was so hot, dude! You are so lucky,” he continued, even though the Professor’s lips were now set in a firm line of disapproval. It was a vastly inappropriate thing to say to a loyal customer.

  “Good night, young man,” he dismissed.

  “Night,” the kid muttered, finally taking the hint to vacate the porch.

  Carrying the food back to the kitchen, he smiled to himself at the vision of Sabrina kneeling gracefully beside the table, waiting for her next order. Depositing the bags on to the island, he caressed the crown of her head.

  “You may stand and help prepare our plates, my student,” he commanded, gently, holding his hand out to help her from the floor.

  “Yes, Professor,” she nodded, rocking back on her heels to stand with his assistance.

  “Our delivery boy was a fan of yours, Miss Carson,” he told her after they were seated at the table with their meal.

  “He was all of sixteen, Sir,” Sabrina rejected.

  “That is of no matter,” he chuckled. “Although highly inappropriate, I cannot argue with the boy’s impeccable taste.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she smiled into her plate, waiting for him to take his first bite before digging into her own.

  “I must say, your manners are incredible, Sabrina,” he praised. “You’ve been trained very well.”

  “Thank you, Professor. Submission is something that appealed to me from a very young age, so I strive to serve my Master to the absolute best of my ability,” she explained. “I’m not completely open with my choices, because I hate to be labeled as a girl with daddy issues, but I grew up in a very stable, loving home. My desire to submit to my partners completely has nothing to do with so called issues,” she sneered, at the thought of the accusations she’d had to dodge over the years.

  “I am glad to hear that, my student. And I must say, you are doing a fine job so far, even though we haven’t discussed my preferences in their entirety,” he said, taking a sip from his glass of water. “Are you free this weekend?”

  “I have a midterm in my food retailing class on Monday. I planned to spend most of the weekend studying,” she told him.

  “If I could promise you time for your studies, would you consent to spending the weekend here? Friday evening until Monday morning? I’d really like to break you in properly,” he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The thought of having her all to himself all weekend, taking her whenever the mood struck was something he strongly desired. “We can call it…on-the-job training?”

  “What would I tell my roommate?” she asked, seemingly concerned about the lack of discretion of their spending such a large chunk of time together. She needn’t worry, because he had a plan.

  “You aren’t from the immediate area, are you?”

  “No, my family lives about two hours north.”

  “What if you needed to spend this weekend at home?” he suggested.

  “That would work,” she smiled, darkly.

  Taking a deep breath, he moved on to more important matters. “I’m assuming since you’re here that you are interested in forging this relationship with me.”

  “Yes, Professor,” she smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. “I understand the position any sort of relationship with me beyond the classroom would put you in, but I look forward to whatever challenges you have for me.”

  “As long as we continue to exercise caution in our encounters, we’ll be fine,” he said. Although their relationship was against University rules, they would only be in violation for another month, until the end of the semester. Technically, there was no real breech of ethics since his TAs did the majority of the grading, so their relationship could not be misconstrued as favors exchanged for higher marks.

  The Professor looked up sharply at the snort that escaped his student’s mouth. “Something amusing, Miss Carson?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, but I wouldn’t call what I did in class this morning exercising caution,” she pointed out.

  “You are correct in that,” he let out a hearty laugh at her observation. “That was more about fulfilling a fantasy of being sucked off by the hottest co-ed in my class while no one was the wiser than being careful. It was a selfish, voyeuristic endeavor that I’ll never regret, even if you’d been caught.”

  “I’m glad I could be of assistance,” she blushed, slightly.

  “As much as I’d love to relive that scene with you in class again and again, we should probably refrain,” he said, giving her a look of careful consideration before adding, “although, I’ve been told I was an extremely inspiring lecturer while I was experiencing sexual euphoria this morning,” he smirked when he saw a slight sneer cross her features. “Are we experiencing a little bit of the green eyed monster, Sabrina?”

  “Well, honestly? Kind of, Sir,” she bit her lip, moving her fork through her mashed potatoes. “Jenny lives in my dorm and she’s constantly talking about getting you into bed, and even though we’ve clarified that we are on this journey now, I’m not sure what exactly that means.”

  “First of all, Jenny is not my type. She is a man-eating harpy that I’ve seen bent over against more dumpsters on this campus than I want to talk about. I have no use for women that don’t have respect for themselves,” he growled. “And as to your second concern, I am going to give you the last few minutes of dinner to ask me questions about our entanglement. Be aware that I may or may not answer these questions and it will be up to me when the inquisition will end. Understood?”

  “Yes, Professor,” she nodded.

  “Alright then, you may proceed,” he sliced a hand through the air in invitation.

  “Will you require me to be exclusive in my service to you?” she asked, fidgeting in her chair, going straight for the obvious question.

  “I am a monogamous Dom, Miss Carson,” he leveled her with his most commanding look, his pale blue eyes shining with the implications of the future he was seeking with her. “I expect the same of my subs. I will not loan them out, and while I have been known to frequent a few clubs here and there that cater to those in the lifestyle, I do not scene in that setting. I want to be the only one to witness the pleasure I bring to my beautiful student.”

  “I’m glad,” she seemed comforted by his words. “Have you collared a sub before?” she continued her questioning.

  “No, Sabrina, I haven’t,” he shook his head. “I believe collaring shou
ld be reserved for a deeper commitment, something where the Dom and sub are in love. It is something that comes after more than the few scenes that we’ve shared.”

  “I feel the same about collaring, Sir,” she said before clearing her throat slightly. “So, um, in addition to the Dom/sub aspect, will there be a more traditional label attached to our relationship?”she asked, determined. He was shocked by the boldness of her question.

  “My, my, you’ve gotten a little brave there, haven’t you?” he said, standing from the table. “Clear our plates and load them in the dishwasher. When you are done, replace the robe in the powder room and join me in my bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall.”

  Chapter 7

  Nervous about the thought that she might’ve pushed his good nature too far, Sabrina followed his directives quickly. Depositing the lavender silk robe on its hook in the powder room, she moved toward the open door at the end of the hall, taking a calming breath before crossing the threshold.

  While she’d taken care of the dinner dishes, he’d illuminated his bedroom with dozens of white tea lights. They were positioned on the pedestal style tables book ending the king sized bed against the window in the center of the room. The Professor seemed to favor the combination of eggshell white and forest green as it seemed to be a recurring theme in his house, which was present again on his bed linens.

  More tea lights were artfully placed on the shelves of a bookcase against the far wall of his bedroom and on top of a short cherry wood bureau positioned near what looked to be his closet. The affect of the tiny flames burning through the room was incredibly seductive.

  “Join me,” he said, holding his hand out for her, pulling her soft, nearly nude body against his, running his free hand down to cup her ass, causing her to melt into his embrace as his lips descended on hers. Though his kiss still ignited an instant inferno through every single cell, he wasn’t ravishing her with his mouth.

  She could tell he was taking his time, tangling his tongue with hers, languidly. Slowly, his hands moved to tunnel into her hair, fisting at her nape and yanking her head back, gently, as his lips explored her jaw and his tongue trailed to her neck. A shuttered breath escaped her lips as he nipped at her collarbone. “So delicious,” he murmured against her skin. “Your taste is enchanting, my student,” he breathed, before moving her away from him again, slightly. “Undress me, leave my boxer briefs on, then take off your panties and situate yourself in the center of my bed,” he demanded, an almost feral look in his pale blue eyes.

  “Yes, Professor,” she said, her hands, immediately reaching for his cornflower blue tie and releasing the knot. Leaving the tie in its place, she turned her attention to his black shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, taking her cues from his earlier, unhurried treatment of her. Pulling the tails of the shirt free from his khaki trousers and slipping both the shirt and tie from his body.

  Moving to retrieve the clothing from the floor, she felt his hand on her shoulder, “Leave them there,” he said. “I’m still in my pants and I have too many things I want to do to your tight little body to worry about a few wrinkles in my clothing.”

  She bit back a smile at his words and went back to work on his belt, followed by the button and zip of his pants. She slipped her hands into the top of the pants and around to the tops of his firm ass, guiding the slacks down his legs. He’d taken care to already remove his socks and shoes prior to her arrival in his bedroom. Kneeling, she pulled his legs free of their khaki confines. Looking up at him from the floor, she noticed his cock tenting the front of his navy boxer briefs.

  “Do you know how glorious you look on your knees right now?” he asked, reaching out to caress her cheek.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said, bowing her head in respect of his words before standing and removing her black lace thong. When it joined his clothing on the floor, she climbed onto his bed, staying on all fours until she reached the center, where she rolled on to her back.

  “Are you ready for this, my eager pupil?” he asked, his shadow flickering deviously on the walls around her.

  “Absolutely, Professor,” she said, her limbs pliant and her palms up to him, waiting for him to pose her.

  “Beautiful,” he hummed his approval before moving to the small cherry dresser and removing items at a determined pace. As he returned to the bed, she saw rope and a blindfold. “I am extremely practiced in shibari, but tonight will be basic,” he smiled, darkly, moving to straddle her chest, his cloth covered cock nestling perfectly in the valley between her breasts. “Mmmm,” he said, sliding back and forth a couple of times. “This has its promises, my student. I will make these glisten, soon,” he vowed, pulling her wrists above her head, binding them with the rope and securing it to a hook in his headboard.

  “Bend your knees until your feet are flat against the bed, then let your legs fall open,” he told her, grabbing another length of rope. After she’d complied, he knotted rope just above each of her knees and moved to lock them on hooks she assumed were on the floor just under each side of the bed. After she was bound, he grabbed the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. “I’ll see you again on the other side, my pet,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I want to hear your pleasure, don’t be afraid to scream out.”

  After a beat, she felt the bed shift again and heard him walk back to the bureau. After rifling through, she heard the door close and he was back. Suddenly, she felt a tickling softness she assumed was an ostrich feather against her ankle, gliding up her leg and across her stomach and down the opposite leg. The whisper of touch across her skin by the object he used brought all of her synapses to full alert and her core flooded with moisture. A shameless moan tumbled from her throat when she felt the feather circle her navel and travel up her abdomen to her breasts. He continued the path for several more minutes until she was writhing on the bed and her moans deepened with expectation.

  The first trickle of hot wax against her sensitized nipple startled her, but when the second one dropped onto her breast, she bit her lip as she was sure her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation. “Don’t suppress your reactions, my student, remember, I want you to scream your pleasure,” he warned as he continued to drip wax on her other breast and down her stomach, taking the same path as the feather, replacing the softness with a searing ache.

  “Please, Professor,” she begged on a growl.

  “Hmm, Miss Carson, you seem to be enjoying the wax against your supple skin,” he observed. “Can you handle it here?” he asked as she felt the first drip land just above her nub.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “You may come, Miss Carson. You’ve done well today,” he allowed as another trickle of wax moved closer to her core. Her body was wound so tight that she knew the second the wax made contact with her clit she would explode. Sweet anticipation coiled within her as he moved the candle to her inner thighs, causing her to pant loudly into the silent room. Because of the angle of her legs, rivulets of wax left a blazing trail down her legs toward her aching pussy, before cooling and hardening against her skin.

  After what seemed like an eternity, the first lick of wax finally caressed her clit and her body bowed off the bed in an Earth shaking orgasm. Pulling at her restraints, she howled out her release. Floating above herself, she felt suspended in her orgasm as every muscle in her body pulsed.

  “Thank you, Professor,” she whispered after she regained the ability to speak.

  “That was exquisite, my pupil,” he praised, his voice hoarse as she felt the cold pinch of something solid and sharp gently, but efficiently detaching the wax from her skin. By the time he’d concluded the process, she was, again, writhing underneath him close to release. His weight left her briefly again, but when he returned, she felt the length of his shaft against her thigh, sheathed and poised against her entrance.

  “We can play more with the wax after you’ve gotten rid of this,” he told her, pulling lightly on the small amount of hair covering her. “I enjoy it,
but I would love to see how you respond when the wax drops onto your bare skin.”

  **

  The Professor moved his hands to grasp the rounded globes of her ass as he impaled her roughly with his granite-hard cock. As he lost himself in her clinging heat, their grunts and moans echoed against the walls of his bedroom.

  “Next time, I’m going to clamp these,” he barked through his punishing pace as he pinched at her nipples. Her answering whimper was the only confirmation he needed to know she could handle whatever he would throw at her. He looked forward to the challenge of testing the boundaries of her pleasure.

  A vision of her bound, gagged and clamped raced across his mind and he could no longer hold his orgasm. Luckily, her walls began to convulse around him and a string of incoherent words tumbled from her lips again. Pumping into her one more time, he stilled and roared his release. He was usually much less vocal, but there was just something about her that brought out his inner caveman more than usual. Collapsing on top of her, he pressed her into the mattress with his weight for a few seconds before disengaging and disposing of the condom.

  After pulling his briefs back on, he moved to release her bindings, taking turns to massage the life back into her thighs and wrists. Lastly, he removed the blindfold and looked into her luminous, but deeply sated brown eyes. “I think we’ll partner well, my student,” he whispered, leaning over her to ravage her mouth again, her hands sliding into his dark hair, pulling lightly.

  “Yes, Sir,” she agreed with a tired smile when he finally pulled away from her.

  “I suppose I should get you back to your dorm now,” he suggested. “Although, if it were up to me, I’d bind you to the St. Andrew’s Cross I’ve got and keep you there for a while,” he joked, but then added after a second of feigned consideration, “Perhaps this weekend?”

  “If that is your desire, Professor,” she grinned.

  “This is going to be fun,” he laughed, helping her sit up and get off the bed. “Now, go and get dressed,” he told her, placing a ringing slap on her ass as she moved to leave the bedroom. “And no more yellow!” he yelled out after her as he began to redress himself.