by Alex Wolf
He’d make her submit in the bedroom, but he couldn’t help but feel he was the one without power. Grant had submitted to her on a personal level. What he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. She owned him as much as he owned her.
It didn’t change the fact that he felt like a monster at night. And every time he found himself alone in his bed, he thought of every reason possible why he should end the whole thing.
His feelings would be strong, his resolution firm—until he saw her again.
There was a loud knock on his door. He jumped from his chair and walked over. Kristen hadn’t texted him to say she was coming over, and he rarely had any other visitors, with the exception of Hank a while back.
It was her. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you text first?”
She stood below the threshold, a long coat covering her body. She walked into the house with a wry smile and grabbed the front of her jacket. When she opened it up, she wore nothing but lacy lingerie.
“I know it’s cliché, but I’ve always wanted to do it.” She made a huge show of batting her eyelashes at him. “What do you think, professor?”
He shook his head slowly, staring down at her body and the lace hugging her curves.
“Fucking perfect.” He yanked her against his instantly hard cock.
She gripped him in her palm, and he groaned. “I need this inside me. Now.”
His lips smashed into hers, and his tongue licked and sucked, claiming anything it wanted. He slid his hand down the front of her flat, toned stomach to her panties.
She moaned as he lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around him and pulling her close. His hand gripped her ass, and his fingers dug in.
“Take me to your bedroom, sir.”
Crack!
He smacked her on the ass, and her eyes rolled back, then darted back to his.
Within seconds, he had her bent over his bed while he stood behind her. He shoved her up onto the bed and climbed up. They were both on their knees, his hands on her hips.
He yanked her panties down over her ass, like a child ripping open a Christmas present. His finger roamed down to the top of her stockings, and he slipped a finger in. He pulled on the elastic and let it pop her on the thigh.
She let out a moan of approval.
He rose up, leaned back, and stared at her perfect ass. “Sit still, and keep your ass where I can see it.”
He stood from the bed and walked over to a drawer.
Kristen’s hand slid up beneath her stomach, and her fingers swirled around her clit. “Hurry, I need you.”
“Keep your hand off my pussy.”
“What if I don’t? Will you punish me?” She slipped two fingers in and pushed herself back and forth on them.
“I warned you.” He snagged two pairs of handcuffs from the drawer and walked over with them hidden behind his back. Her eyes were closed when he got to her, and he stood with his cock a few inches from her face.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Her eyes popped open when she realized he was next to her, and she lunged out with her mouth open.
Fuck, this woman!
Anytime his cock was near, she tried to devour it.
He gripped her forcefully by the arm, halting her inches from his dick. She stared, and then her tongue came out and licked his head. He quickly shoved her away but still kept his grip on her arm. His hand slid to her wrist, and he set a pair of the cuffs in front of her face, then slapped the other onto her.
“Holy fuck.” She gasped.
He quickly cuffed her to the post on the bed. “Should’ve behaved.”
Her other hand quickly went to her pussy, and she stared at him in defiance.
He shook his head at her. “My little troublemaker.” He gripped her by the cheeks and forced her mouth into the O he loved to fuck so much.
“I’m pretending my fingers are your cock.” Her words came out jumbled as he gripped her mouth harder.
“How’s that working out for you?”
She shook her head. “They don’t even come close.”
He leaned down next to her ear. “They never will.”
Grant yanked her other hand away from her pussy and pinned it hard against the bed. He cuffed her to the other post, until she was bent over, ass in the air, just the way he liked her.
Her head was cocked back, watching him as he walked away.
“Keep that cunt in the air where I can see it.”
She arched her back, completely naked other than the stockings that clung to her thighs. He paused for a moment and stared at her shaved, pink pussy and her tight ass that sat right above.
He reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.
Kristen’s eyes widened. “What’s that?”
Grant stalked back over toward the bed with a devilish smirk plastered to his face. “You’ve been naughty. Arriving at my house unannounced. Tempting me.” He climbed up behind her where she couldn’t see him. “With this tight little ass and hot cunt.” He dropped the bottle of lube behind her on the bed and ran his hand over her rear and down to her pussy. He massaged her gently, her wetness already coating his hand.
He slid two fingers around her clit, and her whole body relaxed. Her ass pushed back against his palm, practically begging for him to feel it.
He slid two fingers inside, back and forth, and she squeezed around them.
She was already close, just the way he liked her. He slipped them out and ran them all along her puckered asshole. He’d yet to play with her ass and felt today was the perfect day to do it.
Her legs tightened, and her back went stiff. He’d gotten close to it in the past, and she’d yet to be able to relax.
Using her wetness, he smeared it around the rim of her asshole, applying just enough pressure for her to think he might shove his fingers into her at any moment.
He knew it wouldn’t work. He’d never shove two fingers into her ass dry. It’d be far too painful, and he didn’t want to ruin the experience for her. But this was psychological. She had to worry he might do it.
“Wh-what are you doing?” She tensed up even more.
“What do you think I’m doing? Smearing your pussy all over your asshole so I can lick it out.”
“Holy fu—” Her words ended on a gasp.
He leaned back and spread her wide with his hands. “Fuck me, will you look at that right there?” He removed his pants, his cock harder than it’d ever been at the sight of Kristen’s asshole shimmering in the light from the window.
He fisted his cock and moved up as though he might fuck her from behind. The head teased beneath her, coating itself in her pussy. He thrust back and forth across her slick folds, lubing his cock more and more as she moaned against the headboard.
She was so wet it dripped down her inner thighs, all the way to her stockings. He grabbed each leg, shoved them together around his cock, and fucked between her thighs and her hot cunt. Then he spread her ass once more and slid his cock up between her ass cheeks.
“Oh my God, you are a dirty boy.” The cuffs clanged against the bed posts, as if she’d tried to yank her hands back to him.
“A fine meal requires preparation.”
He lowered himself down to her ass and could already smell her essence everywhere. He dipped his tongue lightly and teased the tip of it around the ridges.
Her legs shuddered, and the headboard shook against the wall when she jolted at the possible intrusion. Her ass shifted forward, away from his face.
His jaw tensed, and his strong hands gripped around her thighs. “Don’t fucking move again.” A smile curled up on his lips, and he repeated what he’d just done. Her legs stiffened against his fingertips once more, but not as much this time.
She was adjusting to the feeling of his tongue against her ass, and it wouldn’t be long now before he was able to take what he wanted.
A few minutes later, she was moaning out her pleasure as his tongue plunged against her tight hole,
and his fingers fucked her tight cunt right underneath.
“I’m. So. Fucking. Close.”
“Not yet.”
She gasped her frustration.
He leaned back and grabbed the bottle of lube, then squeezed a generous amount to coat his thumb, all the while he kept his index and middle finger deep inside.
“Do you want to come on my fingers?”
Her body shook as if she were nodding furiously, and he loved how much he owned every inch of it.
His fingers plowed into her, and she bucked her hips back up against him. He teased his thumb around the rim, then gently pressed it into her ass.
“Holy. Fuck.”
He pressed his thumb in farther, until it was fully submerged. She continued to shove her ass back onto his fingers, even with his thumb now drilling into her too.
“Come.”
Her back arched, and both of her holes squeezed around his fingers.
“Oh my God. Grant—” She seized up and convulsed.
Her thighs shuddered, and her whole body trembled. The rattling sounds of the cuffs on the wood spread through the room, and the whole bed shook.
“Oh, fuck me, that looks nice right there.” He shoved his fingers in even harder, applying as much pressure as possible as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.
A few moments later, she relaxed. Her chest collapsed into the bed, and her cheek pressed against the mattress while she panted, completely spent.
He slid two fingers out of her pussy but left his thumb inside of her. Then he squeezed the bottle of lube onto his fingers and replaced his thumb with them.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing.”
“Just stay relaxed.”
“Not a fucking problem.” She lay there underneath him, completely in bliss, as he lubed the depths of her ass and stretched her farther.
He moved up to position himself and shoved his cock into her pussy. Her back arched as he fucked into her, and her hands tightened around the headboard.
Grant’s head angled up to the ceiling, and he groaned, the way he always did when he was inside of Kristen. Euphoria ripped through his veins, and he focused on every sensation of how she felt—how hot and wet she was for him, the tiny sensations when she’d clench and squeeze. When he was inside of her, he never wanted to be anywhere else.
But today was different. He stared down and watched his cock piston in and out of her, while his fingers probed her ass.
His cock was definitely slick from her cunt. He wasn’t taking any chances, though. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed it onto him as he pushed in and out of her.
Finally, he removed his fingers and slipped his cock out. He immediately pressed the head right up against her ass.
“Oh my God.”
He leaned over the top of her, so that he was right next to her ear, and his cock was ready to enter her ass at a simple thrust of his hips.
He gripped her by the hair. “See what you do to me?” He inched the head into her.
She moaned and tensed, gasping for breath.
He loved nothing more than watching the expressions on her face when he fucked her. He loved knowing that he owned her. And he would very much enjoy filling up her ass when he came inside of it. Marking her as his in a place no other man had ever been.
“Whose ass is this?”
She was so out of it she couldn’t even fight back against him. “Yours. Fuck, it’s yours.”
He pulled his cock back and slapped it up against her pussy then let it glide over her for some extra lubrication. “And whose pussy is this?”
“God, it’s yours. Please fuck me. I need it now, sir.”
He smiled against her ear, then he put a hand on the side of her head and shoved her down into the bed.
He pushed his cock into her ass slowly, groaning in the process at how fucking tight it was. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to last inside of her.
Once halfway in, he leaned back and smacked her ass, just to feel her tighten around him. It was even better than he’d imagined. He started to worry he wouldn’t even be able to pull out of her later, unless she was able to relax.
He pushed in farther, going slow, allowing her to become acclimated to his size. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”
“God, yes.”
“Getting your ass fucked by the professor. Little slutty school girl. Is that what you are?”
“Mmhmm.” She moaned.
Once fully inside of her, he gripped the front of her hips and pulled her even harder onto him. “Fuck me, that’s heaven.”
He stared down and saw a smile on her curled lips. She’d let him do anything he wanted, and he loved her for that. She felt her entire reason for existing was to do nothing but please him. He smacked her on the ass once more, the crack ringing off the walls.
He could sit there all day and do it, just to feel her clench and relax around him. His balls had already tightened, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he came undone inside of her.
She stared back at him, and he inched out of her slowly, until he was about halfway. He stared at her, their eyes locking, and then he looked down and spit right onto his cock.
“Fuck.” She buried her face in the covers.
“Might want to bite down for this.” He used his fingers to smear the spit around his cock and her ass. Then he sped up, little by little, until he was full-on fucking her ass as hard as he could.
The headboard beat against the walls, and the whole world seemed to shake while he slammed in and out of her. The wet smacking sounds of flesh on flesh echoed through the room, and she moaned his name until he couldn’t take it any longer.
His orgasm radiated from his balls, to the base of his spine, and then shot up his back. Fuzzy stars danced in his vision, and then his cock twitched, and he unloaded inside of her. Wave after wave jolted through him as he grunted and rutted like a wild animal, blowing as hard as he could.
“Holy. Fuck. Kristen.”
He collapsed onto her back, flattening them both, but managed to hold himself up on his hands so that he wouldn’t crush her. His cock slipped out of her ass, and he kissed along her cheeks and neck, then brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from her face.
He uncuffed her from the bed, and they both lay there for a quick moment, catching their breath. She nuzzled up into the crook of his neck, like a cat seeking attention. He traced a finger across the curve of her shoulder, wondering why this whole situation had to be so damn complicated.
Just then he heard something he hadn’t expected. Another knock at the door.
Both of their eyes bolted open.
“What the hell?” Grant scrambled from the bed. “Get dressed.”
Kristen nodded and began throwing her clothes back on.
Grant put his pants on and yanked a shirt back over his head as he walked toward the front door. He stared through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief.
Hank Burton walked in. “How’s it going?”
“What’s up?”
“Oh, hi.”
Grant turned around after shutting the door, and Hank stared toward the hallway.
Kristen was there in her trench coat.
Grant held a hand out for her, and she walked over toward him. She dashed past Hank. “Hi.” Her cheeks were bright pink, and she hurried toward the freedom of outside.
“See you around,” she said to Grant on her way out.
“Talk to you soon.” Grant’s eyes closed for a brief second and then opened again. He spun around to face his friend.
“Who was that?” Hank’s eyebrows waggled at him.
“Just a friend. She stopped by for a few minutes, but I was busy grading papers.” He gestured toward the table. There was a pile of reports and files strewn everywhere.
Hank looked at the table then back out the window.
“Looked pretty young.”
“No idea how old she is. Never asked.”
Hank shook his
head. “Escorts are a bad idea.”
Grant’s hands balled into fists at his side. He might call her a whore in the bedroom, but it was another thing to have it said as if it were true.
“She’s not a whore. She goes to the college and asked for help with her homework.”
“So you had her come to your house?” Hank’s eyebrows raised.
Shit.
There wasn’t really any way out of this one. “There wasn’t a time that worked for either of us.”
Hank’s shoulders were bouncing up and down, like he might go into a fit of laughter at any moment.
“What the fuck are you doing here, anyway? Doesn’t anyone know how to use a goddamn phone these days?”
“So, she was the student you talked about last time. I see you decided to have a little fun.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Just stopping by. Figured I’d see what you were up to.”
Hank wouldn’t stop grinning at Grant. It seemed he enjoyed having him on edge.
“It just kind of happened.”
“You mean like you slipped and fell? And she was naked, and you landed just—”
“You know what I mean, asshole.” Grant tried not to snicker. He knew how ridiculous the whole thing sounded.
Hank gave him a look that told Grant he could see right through his little story.
“So—decided to go for it, did ya?” Hank smirked as he talked.
Grant shrugged. “It wasn’t easy.”
“I don’t doubt that it was.”
Grant stared out the window. “It’s bad. I know.”
“Probably not as bad as you’re making it out in your mind.”
“I’m an idiot.”
“You like her, though.” Hank’s eyes locked onto Grant’s. “I can tell.”
“It’s true. I like her a lot.”
“So, keep it under wraps until she’s out of your class.” He walked over and rested a hand on Grant’s shoulder.
Grant’s eyes darted to the hand and back to the window. He took in a deep breath.