A Slút for My Professor (6)
I follow his instruction without a second thought, as my heart pounds and my cheeks flush. Just last week, I never would've imagined myself standing bare in front of Professor Cassian.
But here I am. Naked, exposed, and willingly his. As I slowly turn, my mind won't stop spinning.
What if he doesn't find me séxý enough? What if my body doesn't do it for him? What if he's used to women who make him lose control with just a glance?
But then a darker, more twisted thought creeps in...one that makes my thighs press together.
What if he has been with women like that? What if he's touched them, tasted them, devoured them?
Instead of making me jealous, the idea turns me on. The thought of Cassian wrecking someone else, then coming to me with the same hunger. It does something to me I can't explain.
I feel my wetness pool between my legs and my pússý throbs.
"Spread your legs wider," Cassian commands with a low voice.
I comply instantly, every nerve on edge.
"Open yourself for me, kitten," he growls, and then... holy fúck...I catch it the hint of aggressiveness in his voice. "Open your pússý for Daddy."
Daddy? Did he just say Daddy?
My chest tightens, breath hitching. The word is so wrong, so forbidden but it stirs something deep inside me, makes my cúnt pulse hotter. I want him to be my daddy. I want it more than anything.
"Daddy" feels like a secret spell, and I'm under its power.
Slap!
The sharp sting against my ass makes me gasp and cry out, "Oh God!" This isn't just his hand, but it is something else. My ass tingles on the spot he had just spanked, and all I can think of is how thrilled I am.
"Don't you dare turn around," Cassian's voice booms. It's thick with anger I can feel even without seeing him. "I told you what to do."
"Yes, Cassian," I whisper, voice trembling. My hand reaches for my slick pússý, and I immediately stroke the folds of my cúnt.
Slap!
His hand crashes down again against my ass.
"Yes? That's what you say to me?" Another smack lands.
Slap!
"Y-yes, Daddy," I squeal, the pain biting deep but the desire to please inside me igniting brighter. His blows inch dangerously close to where I need him most, and I open myself wider, desperate.
"Red, orange, green, kitten. Say it with me. Red, orange, green."
"Red, orange, green," I echo in a shaky voice, having no damn idea what's going on.
Slap!
Oh fúck, I wonder, have I screwed up again?
"Repeat after me with confidence!" He grows.
"Again. Red, orange, and green, Daddy," I stammer, pain shaking through me.
He presses the leather strap against my ass, the square tip sending heat through my skin. I'm sure it's leather. He pushes my hand away from my pússý, forcing me back onto all fours. The strap slides teasingly along my folds.
"Red means stop. Orange means think twice. Green means keep going. Say it."
"Red means stop," I whisper as the strap traces the bottom of my pússý.
"Orange means think twice," it flicks upward.
"Green means keep going, Daddy," I add with a voice that's barely steady.
He pulls the strap back and studies me. "How are you feeling now, Baby?"
"Green," I say firmly.
"Good. Lie on your back, and spread those pretty legs wide open for Daddy."
I obey, lying flat as he cushions my head with a pillow. He bends my knees, spreading my legs wide. I catch sight of the riding crop resting on his chair.
"It's a riding crop, kitten. It'll bring you pain... and pleasure," Professor Cassian murmurs in my ear. I feel his hot breath on my skin and I smile at him. He slips my hands beneath my head on the pillow, pinning me there. My breath hitches. A tiny orgasm buzzes between my legs just from his words.
"I'm going to blindfold you now," he says softly. My pulse races as he pulls a dark blue silk cloth from the cupboard.
"Close your eyes, baby," Professor Cassian coos, wrapping the cool silk over my lids and tying it tight behind my head. The darkness envelops me, heightening every sensation. My pússý tingles in delicious anticipation as I crave what's next. I hear him step back.
There's silence for a moment, and then a sudden crack shatters the quiet.
"Ouch!" I scream, heart pounding. But he didn't hit me. He only struck the bed beside my navel. Fear twists inside me, in a raw and electric way. I want this. I need it.
Crack!
"Oh, fúck!" I cry out as the crop lands hard on my bréást, just missing my nípplé. Heat blooms where it strikes, and I can tell that my skin is getting red.
"We're just getting started, kitten," Cassian chuckles darkly.
Another strike, still on the same spot. I instinctively raise my hand to rub the sting, then his crop smacks my palm away.
"Oh God, please," I beg, as my breath shakes.
"Hands where I put them," he snaps.
The crop drifts to my other bréást. I whimper, helpless. Three quick, stinging blows follow, each one setting fire to my nerves.
"Ahh, please..." The pain burns through me, fierce and delicious. He's unlocked a door I never knew existed. And right now, I feel the raw paradise of pain and pleasure tangled as one. He flicks my nípplé harshly, and he chuckles.
"You like that, don't you?" he asks.
"Yes, Daddy. I love it," I admit breathlessly.
"You want more?" He tugs on my nípplé.
"Yes... yes, please, Daddy," I plead, my voice thick with need.
"Ask me nicely, kitten. Ask."
"Please hit me, Daddy. Fúck, please," I beg shamelessly, desperate.
He laughs, then I feel my nípplé slip into his mouth. His hand darts down to my pússý, and I spread my legs, hungry for his touch.
Swat!
"Oh my God!" I cry out as his hand slaps my pússý. The sting is sharp but it's the best pain I've ever felt. The ache fades quickly, replaced by a tidal wave of pleasure. He keeps tormenting my nípplé with his mouth while his fingers tease and tap my slick folds, driving me crazy. I curl in anticipation, aching for the next strike.
The crop slides over my pússý again, tracing every sensitive inch. Then he lashes the inside of my thighs, making me groan loud. Left thigh, right thigh, alternately, each smack sends shivers through me. Soon, the pain melts into pure bliss.
I whimper and squirm as Cassian stretches my legs wide. Then-
Whack!!!
"Oh fúck. Yes, hit me there, Daddy," I arch my hips, begging.
He obliges, stroking my pússý with the crop, not too hard. It's just enough to tease the edges of pain. He strikes the sides relentlessly, claiming me with every blow. I want to be his kitten, completely and utterly.
I arch higher, begging silently for more. He slows, then delivers a final strike right to my slick pússý lips.
I let out a scream in part agony, and part ecstasy. I want him and I want to belong to him.
"You've been a very good girl, kitten. You deserve a reward," Cassian purrs, fingers caressing my dripping pússý folds.
"Thank you, Daddy," I breathe.
