Bad Boy Valentine: The Hard and Dirty Holidays

by Aaron, Celia

  “Yes, professor.” Her quavering voice made me smile.

  “I’ll reduce it to six lashes if you agree to let me have your pussy.”

  Her shaking increased, making my cock leak into my pants.

  “L-let you have it?”

  “Yes, think of it in contract terms. I have offered consideration – fewer lashes – in exchange for ownership of your pussy. Of course, as with all items of commerce, your pussy will become my property and I can exercise dominion and control over it whenever I see fit. Or, you can get the thirty-two lashes and I will, no doubt, still fuck you before you leave this room.”

  She bucked slightly. “You’ll never get away with this.”

  I ran a finger down her cheeks until I came to her asshole. I stroked the tight, wrinkled skin and almost came from knowing how snug she was there. “I will. My family’s money built this law school. I’m a tenured professor. You’re just some piece of ass who never attends classes and, rumor has it – well, rumor will have it once I get it started, anyway – that you have a penchant for hard drugs and prostitution.”

  She struggled. God, I loved it. Her ass wriggled against me and it was all I could do not to sink my finger inside her ass and my cock inside her pussy. But I was going to be fair and abide by my rules. Patience. After a few moments of thrashing that got her nowhere, she settled down.

  “So what’s it going to be Ms. Finnegan? All the lashes? Or will you take the deal?”

  She stilled beneath me, the fight gone once she realized nothing would keep me from her. She was mine. I would own her in one way or another. Now she knew it.

  “The deal.” Her words were quiet.

  I was high on power at her agreement. I gripped her ass with both hands, letting her feel the leather of the belt in my palm against her smooth skin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  I took a step back from her and freed my cock. She swiveled her head to the side so she could see me again. Her red lips begged for my shaft, and she would have it. It may not have been part of the deal, but I was going to make her throw it in.

  I stroked myself with one hand and readied the belt in the other. I had to go slowly. I wouldn’t risk letting my spend go anywhere but inside her delicious body. “Not a word, Ms. Finnegan. For every sound you make, I’ll add a lash. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes, what, Ms. Finnegan?”

  “Yes, professor.”

  “Good. If I have to tell you again, it will add a lash.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “No, Ms. Finnegan. Eyes open, always. Always watch what I’m doing to you.”

  She whimpered and obeyed, her green orbs surveying me as I loosened up my wrist. My cock surged in my palm as I stroked it, ready to enjoy its prize. Not yet, not yet. First, she had to be corrected. Then I could reward her.

  I reared back and swung. The belt cracked across her with a satisfying slap. She jumped but remained silent. Her green eyes focused on me, fear and anger warring in her gaze. Fuck, it turned me on even more.

  Slap. I gave her the leather again. Her fingers gripped the smooth fabric of my tie. I continued to stroke myself at the sight of her, letting my pre-cum drip down onto the classroom floor. Slap. I put a little extra heat on the third one, hoping she’d cry out. She didn’t. She was tougher than she seemed.

  Her ass was already turning the perfect shade of pink, my lashes branding her as mine. Another lash had her breathing out hard, but no true sound came from her lips. Those eyes watched me intently, even as I delivered the next to last strike.

  “One more, Ms. Finnegan. Though, I admit, I want you to make a sound so I can add to your punishment. Your ass needs more strokes. Many, many more to get you in line.”

  She tilted her chin up in defiance as I swung for the last time. Not a sound. Her silence, though I’d demanded it, was maddening. But I knew how to make her scream. I dropped the belt and got on my knees. Her ass was directly in front of my face, with her pink peeking out below. I was maddened by the sight of her plump pussy so close.

  I gripped her thighs and spread them. She stiffened, but I didn’t stop. I walked her heels out so she was spread in front of me. Her pussy was glistening.

  I ran a hand over my face. She was so wet.

  “You enjoyed the lashes, didn’t you, you little slut?” I asked.

  “No, professor.”

  “You didn’t?” I darted my tongue along the folds of her pussy. They were coated with her own cream.

  She shivered, her knees giving way and bumping into the back of the desk.

  “You did, Ms. Finnegan. I should add another lash for the lie.” Instead, I buried my face in her ass, her pussy.

  “Oh!” she cried as my tongue entered her pink folds. I didn’t give her a reprieve. I ran my tongue down to her clit, pushing past her delicious skin until I grazed the nub. She jumped beneath me as if electrified.

  I put my palms on her ass and spread her cheeks wide before licking from her clit to her asshole. I laved the tight hole and slid a hand around to her wet pussy. I sank two fingers inside and groaned at the heat I found there. Her walls clamped down on my fingers, sucking them inside her. I worked them in and out while I let my tongue play and stroke.

  I pressed my lips against her and sucked her tight asshole. She moaned, the sound low and sultry. My cock begged to be inside her pussy. I ignored it. I needed more from her first. I stood and wrenched her up from where she lay on the desk before turning her around. I forced her to her knees in front of me.

  She looked up, her eyes pleading with me. It did no good. She was mine, all of her. Nothing she did or said would stop her punishment.

  “Open,” I said and pushed my blood-darkened head against her red lips.

  They remained tightly closed. I smiled down at her. I was hoping she’d resist. I grabbed the hair on either side of her head and squeezed. Her eyes narrowed as the pain grew. I kept pulling until her mouth opened, her wet tongue beckoning me inside.

  “If I feel so much as a tooth, Ms. Finnegan, there will be many, many more lashes. And this time, I’ll be striking your pussy.”

  She shuddered and I pushed into her hot mouth, sliding all the way to the back. She took me in and closed her eyes.

  “No, Ms. Finnegan. Look at me when I fuck your mouth.”

  Her eyelids jerked open as I forced myself further inside. She gagged a little but I ignored it and pushed into her throat. She took it so deep that my balls were on her chin.

  “That’s it, Ms. Finnegan, swallow me.” I gazed down into her eyes and slid in and out of her, fucking her mouth, her tongue. Spit built up and ran down her chin and to the floor as I thrusted and withdrew, thrusted and withdrew. I groaned when I felt her tongue playing along the bottom of my shaft. She was trying to make me come, to make me stop. Clever little bitch. I wouldn’t grant her the cum she so desperately wanted.

  I gripped her hair harder. “Only when I’m ready and only after I’ve fucked your sweet little pussy.”

  She moaned, the sound sending a vibration along my shaft and into my balls. Her tight throat was already drinking down my pre-cum. I had to get inside her pussy before I would allow myself the release I’d been looking forward to all semester.

  I withdrew from her mouth and yanked her up. I pulled down her top, looping the fabric under her large tits. She didn’t wear a bra. Her shoulders were pinned back because of her bound wrists. Her nipples jutted into the air, hard and puckered. I took one in my mouth and kneaded her other breast. I bit and teased at her nipple until I felt her rub her thighs together ever so slightly. She wanted to be fucked. I would reward her.

  I turned her around so that she was lying face down on the desk again. She let out a high squeal as I eased my head into her. Her pussy was even tighter and wetter than her mouth. I realized she desperately wanted my cock.

  I sank into her, giving her every aching inch. She kept making little grunts and squeaks as I settled inside he
r. Her noises spurred me on until I was pounding her, the slapping sound of me against her ass echoing around the lecture room. There was no controlling myself now.

  Her pussy tightened, demanding I be as rough with her as I wanted. I owned her and had to leave my mark. I groaned at how good it felt to finally give her what she deserved. I bent over her, my chest to her back, and pulled her hair to bring her head off the desk. Then I wrapped one hand around her throat as I fucked her harder and harder. Her pussy was so wet my cock slid in and out easily.

  I squeezed her throat, cutting off her air for a moment and letting her know I was in control. I felt her heartbeat in her neck. It pounded to the vicious rhythm of my hips. Her pussy grew still wetter, hotter.

  I let go of her hair, keeping my hand at her neck, and slid my other hand down to her clit. I circled the hard nub before stroking and flicking it along with my pumps into her. She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating against my fingers pressed tightly against her skin. I took the wetness from her pussy and brought my hand to her ass. I coated her asshole with her own sweet cream and pushed a knuckle inside. I pushed further inside her as I felt her slippery walls tightening around my cock. I began to twist my knuckle, running it along all the sensitive skin around her asshole as she writhed beneath me, pushing back into my strokes and driving me more deeply inside her.

  “Ready for your discipline, Ms. Finnegan? Ready to take it all?”

  When she didn’t answer, I plunged into her even more viciously.

  “Yes, professor.” Her voice barely made it past my fingers.

  “Good, Ms. Finnegan.”

  I removed my hand from her ass and went back to her clit, stroking it furiously as I fucked her. She seized beneath me and arched her back as her pussy sucked my cock in farther. I took my hand from her throat and clamped it over her mouth to cover her screams as she came. She cried against the palm of my hand as her pussy constricted me tighter and tighter until it squeezed out my release. My cock kicked inside her, spurting hot jets of cum and coating her sweet pussy with my seed. She took every drop I had to offer, her walls still milking me as she cried into my palm.

  It was all I could do not to yell at the feeling of finally disciplining Ms. Finnegan.

  Chapter Four

  Zoey Finnegan

  I cleaned myself up, showered, and threw myself onto my bed. I lay under the lazy ceiling fan, naked and hot. Flashes of Professor Stevens played through my mind. I rubbed my wrists remembering the fabric from his tie binding me. The look in his eye as he told me he would “discipline” me. I let a hand trace down to my clit, still slightly buzzed from his earlier attentions.

  I began to stroke myself, remembering the sounds of him pounding into me.

  My doorbell rang.

  I jumped up and pulled a robe out of the closet, throwing it on as I walked down the hallway of my spacious apartment.

  I lived in one of the nicest places in town and was likely the only student in the high-priced complex. I had no money to speak of, but I certainly had friends, and one in particular.

  I looked through the peephole and cursed under my breath.

  “I know you’re in there, Zoey. Let me in.” I recognized Mrs. Stevens, Professor Stevens’ wife.

  Shit.

  I swung the door open. “Hi, Mrs. Stevens.”

  Mrs. Stevens strolled in and dropped her bag, worth more than my car, on the sofa. She wore a tight sheath dress in emerald green. Her brown hair was long and flowing, and her olive skin set off her hazel eyes perfectly. She was thirty at most, Professor Steven’s younger bride. She looked like money. Perfectly curated money.

  “Any news for me Zoey?” she asked as her eyes roved my body, as if she could see under my robe.

  “Yes and no.”

  She motioned to the sofa. I sat and she eased down next to me. She was so close I could smell her pricey perfume. Her luminous eyes were beautiful and catlike.

  “Well, spill,” she said and patted my bare knee that showed through my robe. She left her hand there.

  “I kept doing what you’d told me to. I was late, didn’t do my homework, all that. And then earlier today I was really late and didn’t wear any panties.”

  She smiled. “That would certainly do the trick.”

  “It did. But there was a problem.”

  Her hand tightened on my knee. “And what was that?”

  “He whipped me and fucked me just like you said. But he did it in the classroom, not his office. So it wasn’t recorded.” I hated to disappoint her, especially after she’d gotten me this nice apartment and promised me a new car if I got Professor Stevens out of her way.

  “Fuck!” Her eyes flashed.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Stevens.”

  She regained her composure. “Well, you certainly tried. And you can do it again, right?” She began rubbing circles on my thigh, making me hot all over again.

  “I can. He actually made me a deal.”

  “Did he now?” Her circles edged higher and higher. She reached over and pulled the sash loose so that my robe fell open. I let her. She licked her lips as her eyes strayed to my tits and then lower. “What were his terms?”

  “He gave me fewer lashes if I gave him ownership of my pussy.”

  Her gazed focused on my cleft, and she pushed my knees apart. “Did you take the deal?”

  “Yes.”

  “Now he owns it. So that means I have to have it.” She bent over and took my nipple into her mouth, making me squirm beneath her.

  She stroked up my leg and ran her fingertips through the hair at my cleft before spreading my lips and sinking a finger inside.

  “But-but- I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I’m afraid.” I’m afraid of how much I liked it.

  She sank another finger inside me and bit my nipple lightly before raising her head up. “If you enjoy living in this apartment and you enjoy your fat bank account, you can.” She bent back down, sucking my other nipple, making the peak even stiffer against her soft tongue.

  “I can,” I breathed.

  “Good.” She withdrew her fingers and hiked up her skirt. Then she sank to the floor in front of me before spreading my knees wide and pulling my ass to the edge of the sofa. I could feel her breath against my opening. “You look so plump here. Almost bruised. Was he too rough with my baby girl?”

  She kissed my inner thighs, once on each side before settling in at my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of her licking me, her tongue swirling expertly around my clit.

  “He was rough with me.” And I loved it.

  “Mmm.” She kissed and sucked my tender flesh, bringing my nerve endings alive again with each movement of her mouth. She pushed against my legs harder, as if she wanted to lick all the way to the very center of me, tasting every ounce of skin I had down there.

  She reached up with one hand and pinched my nipple before rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. I couldn’t help the cry that escaped my lips.

  When her tongue snaked inside my pussy, my hips bucked against her mouth.

  “That’s it,” she said before returning to my clit and driving two fingers inside me.

  Her furious strokes were bringing me so close to the edge that I gripped the edges of my robe for dear life. I couldn’t stop my hips from rising in their own rhythm, begging for her hot mouth.

  She increased her speed, making my clit tingle with the force of her tongue and the pressure of her lips. With one final jerk of my hips I gave in to the tension that bloomed between my legs. The jolting waves of pleasure rocked through my body and I screamed as I came. I felt myself pressing her fingers deeper into me, though the touch of her tongue was what set me on fire. Peal after peal of bliss erupted through me until I was spent. Mrs. Stevens gave me one more lick before wiping her mouth on the hem of my robe and standing.

  “He may own it, but I’m the one who can please it.”

  “Yes ma’am,” I panted. After Professor Stevens and Mrs. Stevens, I was utterly d
estroyed and wandering in a satisfied haze.

  “Tomorrow. Get it done tomorrow. He’ll want you even worse now that he’s had a taste. In his office. Understand? That’s the only way I can get it on video and nail him.”

  She grabbed her bag and pulled out a lipstick. She repainted her lips to perfection without the benefit of a mirror. When she was done she laughed and gave me another long look. “Wouldn’t give me half in the prenup, would he? He’ll give me three quarters now and a divorce so I can play all I want.”

  Chapter Five

  Professor Stevens

  I hadn’t been able to think about anything except Ms. Finnegan. Her taste, her smell, her sounds, the beautiful slashes of pink across her sore bottom, the way she took every inch of her discipline.

  Serena didn’t seem to notice. Odd, she came to bed the previous night in a particularly jovial mood. She hadn’t snarked about my daydreaming, though, come to think of it, she had seemed more than a little preoccupied lately. I didn’t mind. It gave me more time to plan out how I would own Ms. Finnegan.

  When I arrived at the university the next morning, I left a note in Ms. Finnegan’s student box to come see me in my office at noon. I went through the motions in my morning classes. I seemed to hand out fewer punishments. I supposed I was saving them all up for Ms. Finnegan.

  By the time lunch arrived, my cock was already hard and eager. I forced myself to sit at my desk and wait patiently for her to come by. After all, I required discipline of everyone, including myself. I loosened my tie, pulled it off, and laid it across my desk.

  At five past noon, there was a small knock on my door. I knew it was her from the tentative sound.

  “Come in.”

  She entered and closed the door behind her. Today she wore a button up top and a longer skirt. I smirked. None of that would stop me. Her big green eyes watched me, trepidation in them. Her anxiety was an aphrodisiac, hardening my length even more.

  “Lock it.”

  She obeyed quickly this time.

  “Come sit in my lap.”