“I was excited about this class, but my super moody jerk of a professor couldn’t decide what personality he wanted to try on today. First, he helped me up after the bro knocked me down, then picked on me for the rest of class. He’s such an A-hole.”
Biting my lip to stifle my chuckle, I slap her ass cheek again.
“Oh! What was that for?” she says in surprise.
“To teach you a lesson. Don’t let a man pick on you or push you down. Think of it like another rule I expect you to follow, except this applies in all areas of your life, not just in our dynamic or in this room.”
“But he’s my teacher. I can’t just tell him to eff off if he’s mean to me. What am I supposed to do?”
“Are you going to follow my rules?”
“Yes, sir. But what should I do about Professor A-hole?”
“Want me to teach him a lesson for you?”
“Could you really do that?” she asks, seeming to consider my offer before breaking into a fit of laughter. “He looks like he works out, but I think you could take him. Plus, you have this whole intimidating Dom thing going for you.”
Little does she know I need the voice modulator now more than ever.
“Am I a joke to you?” I smack her cheek harder as she lets out a squeak of surprise.
“No, sir.”
“Shut your mouth and spread your legs.”
“What are you going to?—”
Smack.
The sound of my hand slapping her wet cunt reverberates through my entire body as she gasps and grabs the cross to steady herself.
“It’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to crawl between your legs and lap at your perfect virgin cunt. I want to bury myself so deep in you that you soak the hair on my face. I want to be covered in so much of your arousal that my tongue alone couldn’t clean it.”
Her breathing picks up, and I stare at her tits as they heave and jiggle with each stuttered breath and she slides her legs apart further.
I want to drop to my knees, remove my mask, and devour her, but I can’t. Instead, I cup her ass in my hands, squeezing each cheek firmly before smacking them both in unison.
She yelps, and I slide a hand between her legs and cup her pussy. “When you’re in my room, this is mine. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
I deliver several quick hard slaps to her pussy before sliding a finger in and stroking her G-spot. Her hands tighten their grip on the cross and I remove my finger, dragging it upher front until I connect with her clit. I start with slow circles, reading her body as I increase the pressure and speed.
“I’ve touched every inch of this perfect fucking body.”
She nods as a small moan escapes her mouth.
“Who does this body belong to?”
“You, sir.”
“Who does it come alive for?”
“Only you, sir.”
I shouldn’t like that answer as much as I do.
“I want you to come all over my fingers like you’d come all over my cock. Fucking fall apart for me, pet. Drench me. Show me how much you want this. How much you need my touch. Come for me.” I continue working her clit with one hand and use my other to fill her cunt with as many fingers as she can take.
