by Leigh, Josie
“I’m studying what determines a trade area,” she said, breathlessly. “And how the radius changes between rural, urban and suburban areas,” she shouted, feeling the tension forming in her body, now completely at the mercy of his punishing rhythm.
“Never mind,” the Professor said, slowing down his thrusts until he was dipping into her shallowly, just enough to drive her crazy. Just barely able to resist bucking back against him, her torso melted against the arm rest of the couch. “If you were talking about consumer behavior and motivation, I’d have you continue, but I want to play a different game now.”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
“I’m going to be introducing you to people tonight, so you are going to answer some personal questions. I may decide to share similar information, if I so choose,” he said, sounding far too unaffected by their actions.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Where are you from?” he asked on another sharp thrust.
“FUCK!” she shouted as her nipples skated across the surface of the cream suede sofa. “Um, Flagstaff, Sir!” she corrected quickly.
“Answers only, I don’t need your expletives, my student. Your pussy is quivering violently against my cock, that’s the only sign I need that you are enjoying yourself,” he directed, reaching to pinch her already sensitized nipples and forcing her to bite back a wanton moan at his less than tender handling of her. “Any siblings?”
“One of each, Sir. I’m in the middle,” she said, trying to focus on his questions again.
“You came to Tempe because of the reputation of the business school?” he phrased it as a question, but it was more of an observation. “Moving on,” he interrupted her as she opened her mouth to answer his question. “The rest of these questions are only for me,” he explained. “How old where you when you lost your virginity? And how did it happen?”
“15, Sir! I lost it to one of my older brother’s friends while he was sleeping over,” she said, her voice deepening as she struggled to keep control of her orgasm.
“Was he your first Dom?”
“No, Sir,” she shook her head in emphasis, while he picked up his speed again. “My freshman year of college, my boyfriend, he was a senior and already established in the scene. He trained me, Sir.”
“How many Doms have you had since?”
“Just one more, Sir, a—”
“ENOUGH!” he roared, powering into her brutally and pinching her clit hard, “Come, Miss Carson,” he twisted, sending her over the edge, unable to suppress the screams he’d ripped from her body through his actions. After she’d regained control over herself, she realized that although she’d felt him come as well, he was still deep inside her. Leaning over her back, he put his lips to her ear. “I may not be your first, but you’d better get used to the idea that I will be your last, my student,” he said, pulling out of her so swiftly that she couldn’t move.
She lay there, cheek against the cushion, bare ass still in the air, knees shaking against the side of the couch, feeling completely empty and bereft that he was no longer inside of her as his final words echoed through her. Pulling herself up carefully, she was surprised to find him behind her again, picking her up in a bridal carry and taking her through the house and settling her on his bed again.
“Wear what you wore yesterday, and we’ll make a stop when we get to Tucson to pick you up a dress,” he told her as he lay down beside her. “Rest now,” he ordered, pulling her into a spoon position, her back to his front, and covered them with his duvet.
Sabrina drifted off at his command, loving the feeling of his total possession of her, but confused about his repeated declaration about being her last Master. This was only about the excitement and illicitness of their affair to him, wasn’t it?
Chapter 13
When the Professor woke an hour later, he pulled out the gift he’d purchased for his obedient pupil from the dresser that housed all of his favorite toys. After tucking the gift into her neatly folded clothing, he ruffled her ash blonde hair from her face in an attempt to rouse her from her nap.
“Sabrina,” he called softly, placing a kiss on her forehead, before trailing his lips down her face. “Time to wake up, baby,” he said when her brown eyes finally started to open. “We have to leave in an hour and I need a shower, which means you need a shower,” he told her, helping her sit up in his bed. As she stretched her arms over her head, he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her impossibly firm breasts that she’d just shoved under his nose. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to be late for the party,” he joked.
“Is that so?” she asked, her tone full of suggestion. “That sounds like it could be fun.”
“Nope,” he said, popping the P playfully. “Get your ass out of my bed and into the shower so I can soap you up. I have big plans for your tonight, so behave yourself,” he warned, ushering her into the bathroom.
An hour later, they were in her car and on the road to Starla and Chris’ engagement party. He couldn’t contain the wicked grin on his face that she hadn’t even questioned his gift. She just slipped them on without a word, her face eager to start the fun he had planned for the evening.
“I’m from upstate New York,” he offered, out of the blue after they merged on to the Interstate. “I have two siblings, too, but I’m the oldest and I only have sisters. They still live in New York.”
“Wow, Sir, you’ve come a long way from home,” she looked over at him with a smile. He could tell his sharing meant something to her.
“Why don’t you practice calling me Damien for the ride?” he told her. Although he relished the way he called her Professor and Sir, he couldn’t afford a slip up at the party.
“Of course, Damien,” she blushed, looking down at her hands in her lap. Reaching over, he grabbed one and entwined their fingers, shooting her a quick grin before turning back to the road. After that, they fell into a comfortable conversation, sharing information about their respective lives, their favorite food, their favorite colors, and other things people, generally, knew about each other before they reached the level of intimacy Sabrina and Damien shared.
He didn’t want to admit it, but everything with his student felt effortless, like she was made for him. He wasn’t a fan of her presumption where he was concerned, but even he knew part of it was her desire to be punished more than a desire to top him. Even hearing his given name from her lips had his cock at half-mast for the entire trip and had him thinking about letting her suck him off on the way home.
“Damien!” Starla shouted as he was opening the passenger door for Sabrina. They’d selected a deep purple wrap dress and black jacket for the party from a nearby mall before continuing to Starla’s house. She looked incredible as she gracefully took her place by his side.
“Starla,” he greeted. “It’s lovely to see you. I can’t believe it’s been so long,” he smiled, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on the cheek of the tiny platinum blonde pixie.
“I know,” she smiled, fondly, at him before quirking a curious eyebrow in Sabrina’s direction. “I see you decided to bring a guest after all,” her smile turned slightly tight, probably at the thought of the single women she’d invited to try and set him up.
“Yes,” he chuckled, lightly. “This is Sabrina, my girlfriend,” he paused, letting his words resonate with both women for a second, knowing he’d finally answered Sabrina’s last question from their dinner. He felt her stiffen slightly as the words sunk in before she relaxed beside him again, accepting the label. “Sabrina, this is an old friend, Starla,” he said, finishing his introductions as the girls shook hands. Starla led them into the modest, ranch style home where they were hosting their engagement party. Putting the hand not entwined with Sabrina’s into his pocket, he rolled his fingers around the tiny remote control that would add some much needed kink to the vanilla of tonight’s celebration.
Their short history had proven Miss Carson’s voyeuristic fantasies were deep and far reaching. He couldn’t w
ait to discover just how far she was willing to go under the prospect of getting caught, how much control she had over appearing completely unaffected.
“Chris!” Starla shouted when they made their way into the cozy kitchen, bursting with southwestern décor. The pepto pink was not in short supply in this kitchen. “Damien finally made it,” she said, ducking under fiancé’s arm and wrapping her small hands around his torso as Chris held out his hand to shake Damien’s.
“Good to see you, man,” Chris said, breaking the hand shake with a clap on Damien’s back.
“Chris, this is Sabrina,” he introduced, casually sliding his hand back into his pocket and pressing the button controlling Sabrina’s panties as she reached for Chris’ hand.
“Lovely to meet you,” she smiled, only the slight flush on her neck giving away her arousal.
“She’s his girlfriend, Chris,” Starla told her fiancé in an overly loud and chipper voice, obviously letting the bulk of the party know he wasn’t on tonight’s menu after all.
“Wow!” Chris said, astonished. “It’s been a few years since I’ve heard that title attached to a girl you’ve been seen with, right?”
“Um, yeah,” he confirmed, not wanting to get into how infrequently he called his partners anything more than a really close friend. That question signaled the beginning of awkward conversation, but with his little gift in his pocket, an incredible amount of fun, too.
“Sabrina, come with me, I’ll introduce you around,” Starla smiled, reaching for her hand. The Professor nodded his approval when his student shot an unease look over her shoulder at him as Starla drug her across the room to a group of Starla’s friends, and, more than likely, bridesmaids. As Sabrina sat on the couch with the women, the Professor increased the intensity of the vibration against her clit. He could see she was close by the way she crossed her legs. He hadn’t ordered her to withhold her orgasm, but he could see from the panic in her eyes that the demand was implied by the game they were playing at his friend’s party. Shaking his head sharply, she uncrossed her legs and pressed her knees together instead.
He was continually impressed by their connection. That she’d known that he wasn’t just telling her not to come, but also telling her his disapproval of her trying to brace the vibrations to stave off her orgasm, was something he’d never experienced before.
“She’s beautiful, man. Well done,” Chris said, bringing him back to the conversation he was supposed to be participating in.
“Thanks,” he nodded, turning off Sabrina’s panties to let her calm down for a few minutes before he gave her the maximum intensity.
**
As the vibrations started again, Sabrina had to concentrate fully on her breathing in order to hold herself together. The Professor wasn’t being fair tonight, but fuck did she love it. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the vanilla label he’d just placed on their relationship to his friends. She already had the label she coveted, his sub, but she couldn’t fool herself by trying to dismiss the commitment he’d just publicly declared. The girlfriend label was like a trophy in the vanilla world, and the way Starla’s friends stared daggers into her, she knew it was more like the holy grail when you brought Damien into the discussion.
“You look a little flushed, Sabrina, is everything okay?” Starla asked, putting a concerned hand on her arm. Sabrina had to fight not to jump at the woman’s touch. Skin on skin contact when she was this worked up was never a good thing; in fact, it usually broke her completely, no matter how innocuous.
“Um, yeah, just a little hot,” she smiled, warily. “I’m gonna step outside for a few, I need a little air,” she excused herself.
“Absolutely,” the tiny blonde nodded her head.
Taking another deep breath, she left the couch and retraced their earlier path to the entryway, the vibrations on her clit sending tiny pulses of electricity through every pore. Just as she rounded the corner in front of the house, she felt her Professor, hot and hard against her back.
“Need some help relieving some pressure my darling?” he asked, turning off her panties while leading her around the house to a darkened workshop. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he opened the door and shoved her into the room, swiftly closing the door and locking it behind them. “Well done, my precious girl,” he whispered, his voice thick. “You lasted much longer than I expected,” he pushed her against an empty work bench and hoisted her onto it, pulling her panties down her legs and stuffing them into his pocket and pulling out a trusty foil packet.
“I almost lost it, Sir,” she confessed, looking down in embarrassment. “Starla touched me and I lost my breathing cadence.”
“But you didn’t, my student. You deserve this reward for your discretion,” he said, pulling her pussy flush with the edge of the table and impaling her. “You feel incredible tonight,” he ground out against her ear. “We need to make this quick before they come to find us,” he directed, pushing into her faster as his thumb ground against her clit coaxing the powerful orgasm he’d spent the evening building within her to burst free. “Come, Miss Carson,” he commanded as she felt her walls start to quiver. Shooting her head forward, she latched her teeth onto his shoulder and bit down, growling as her entire body convulsed her release.
“That was beautiful, my girl,” the Professor praised as they both recovered from their shared release.
“Thank you, Sir,” she panted.
“Well, let’s get back to the party, Sabrina,” he smiled, wolfishly as he helped her from the worktop and smoothed down her dress.
“If it pleases you, Damien,” she said, returning his smile and following him out of the workshop.
Chapter 14
Sunday morning bled into the late afternoon as the Professor and his student seemed to settle into a peaceful co-existence. After interrupting her studies the previous day, Professor Areleon decided to gift Sabrina with the majority of the day to catch up. Although she seemed eager to continue her training, she dove head first into her books, once again taking over every flat surface of his living room with paperwork, syllabi, study guides, and books.
“I placed a delivery order for dinner,” the Professor informed her after the sun had long set. “You haven’t taken a break since lunch,” he smiled, caressing her hair as she worked diligently at her lap top. “Go retrieve your robe, so you don’t scandalize yet another poor delivery boy,” he joked. Sabrina moved to comply immediately, sliding her open computer on to the coffee table in front of her.
After she’d left the room, he snuck a quick glance and saw that she was now working on her assignment for his class, the paper regarding sex and intimacy. He wasn’t surprised to see she was arguing that sex wasn’t a requirement for a hot sexual encounter. Her paper showed strong hints toward her preferences.
Looking at the clock, he made a quick trip to his bedroom to put on a t-shirt. He’d spent the day lounging in his underwear, too, and he found it to be one of the best Sundays he’d spent at home in a long time. The thought surprised him, but the ringing of the doorbell didn’t allow him to think about what it implied.
“Are you satisfied with your level of preparation for your exam tomorrow?” the Professor asked after Sabrina had dished out the Chinese takeout according to his directions.
“I am, Sir,” she agreed. “It’s not going to be an easy exam, but I think I’ve done all I can do,” she gave him a wary look.
“You are welcome to spend another hour or so on your studies if you’d like,” he acquiesced.
“I’d like that, Professor, thank you. If I’m given another two hours, I will be finished with all of my pending assignments and will be able to dedicate more time to you in this coming week,” she told him, letting her desires of a mid-week encounter known.
“That sounds agreeable, my student. I am happy to see you are thinking ahead. I would hate to miss time with you over something that can be so easily rectified right now,” he smiled. “I do not have an assignment for you for cla
ss tomorrow, sadly, but I will have something special planned for Wednesday.”
“I look forward to fulfilling your demands this week,” she gave him a mega-watt smile that showed off all of her pearly whites.
“You have two hours,” he told her after she’d finished clearing their plates and cleaning up. “When the clock strikes 11, you will proceed upstairs and enter the second door on the left. Once you cross the threshold, kneel immediately, just inside the door,” he directed, giving her a deep kiss. “I will be in my office next door working.”
“Yes, Professor,” she nodded her understanding before heading to the powder room to hang her robe and finish her assignments.
At 11pm on the dot, the Professor heard light footsteps on the stairs. She would’ve been completely soundless, if not for the rickety step toward the top. A dark smirk touched his lips at what she was about to see. Listening carefully, he heard an audible gasp come from his student as she opened the door to what he called his toy closet. The small amount of equipment he kept in the chest beside his bed paled in comparison to what he had for their pleasure in that room. Giving her time to regain her composure and kneel, he waited an additional fifteen minutes before joining her.
His dick throbbed against the suddenly too tight fabric of his black boxer briefs when he entered the room and saw her kneeling beautifully next to the door. Pulling her head against his leg, he began to pet her head softly.
“I’ve wanted to get you up here all weekend, but I knew if I’d shown you this yesterday, we never would’ve made it to the party,” he confessed. He could tell she was fighting the urge to rub her head against his leg at his ministrations, if he’d given her permission, she’d be purring right now. Pulling his cock free of his underwear, he moved to face her fully. “Put my cock in your mouth as far as you can take it,” he commanded. As soon as she sucked him into that sweet cavern, he thrust deeply, holding the back of her head. Saliva pooled around his cock as she held him in her throat. “Keep it there,” he said, working his dick in and out in shallow, but hard thrusts. Finally, he moved out of her mouth again and watched her suck in a deep breath, filling her lungs with oxygen again, before he thrust back into her mouth again. This time he caught her off guard and a delicious gagging sound came from her throat, but still, she allowed him his will. “Your throat is fucking perfect, my student. It’s like it was built to house my cock like this,” he pushed in one more time before unseating himself completely and turning his attention elsewhere in the room.