She opens, showing me her mouth full of my cum.
“Now swallow me down, pet.”
And she does, delicately wiping the corners of her mouth before licking her fingers clean, showing me her empty mouth after.
I grab her other hand and suck her fingers into my mouth, cleaning the evidence of her orgasm from them. “Tastes like mine.”
Then I lift her off the floor and into my lap, kissing her deeply. When I pull back, she looks nervous, and my hackles rise. “How do you feel, pet?”
She shifts nervously in my lap. “I’ve never done that before. Was it okay?”
“What you just did was incredible. Anyone can get a dick wet and suck on it. What made it perfect was the way you followed every command I gave you. You just submitted to me perfectly. I’ve never been more turned on or satisfied in my life.”
She preens at the praise and leans into me. “This is going to sound silly, but I’ve felt different these past few days. Like anyone looking at me knows I’ve had sex. Can people tell just by looking at me?”
I press my cheek against her forehead and chuckle. “No, pet, I don’t think they can tell just by looking at you, but if you walk out of here with your lipstick like that, they’ll know exactly what you were just doing.”
“Oh shoot, do you have a mirror?” she asks, her head popping up.
“I don’t.” I grab her face, gently holding it in my hand. My finger glides along the skin around her lips, wiping away the stain as my gaze focuses on her mouth. “There.”
“Thank you, sir.”
My cock stiffens at her words. This fucking woman. She knows what that does to me. I shift underneath her, trying to resist the urge to fuck her on my desk. This is risky. And even though I’ve broken almost all my rules when it comes to her, I’m desperate to keep some in place. “As much as I’m enjoying our time together, I think we should talk about the rules and boundaries here.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I thought we were done with those. I get it now, why you had so many rules.”
“Do you?”
“Well, yeah. You were my professor, and it was forbidden. That’s why you wore a mask, right? You didn’t want people to know you were involved with a student.”
“Technically I wore a mask before you were my student.And I was never involved with you as a professor. You only interacted with Daddy Dom when you were my student.”
“But youareDaddy Dom. So technically you were involved with a student. It doesn’t make it less true just because I wasn’t aware who you were.”
She’s not wrong. These were the lies I told myself when I gave into her and broke my rules. And her calling me out isn’t helping quell my hunger for her. “I enjoyed sparring with you in class. Do you know how many times I had to hide how hard you made me with that goddamn lectern when you spoke?”
Her mouth drops open, the blush on her cheeks spreading, and I love that I can admit these things to her now.
“I wondered why you stopped walking through the lecture hall as the semester went on. And that time Daddy Dom asked me to flash my professor. Oh my gosh, it all makes more sense now. How did I not see it sooner?”
“It was incredibly hot watching you submit to me in my fucking classroom, and you didn’t even know it.”
“There’s something I’ve been wondering. I get why you had so many rules since this is complicated. But the rules you gave me? Were those to control me?”
“No, pet. My rules exist to give me control over myself. The rules I gave you were meant to help you.”
“Because you’re a white knight dom. You like to help your subs,” she says as if she’s figuring out all the parts of me I’ve hidden behind the mask. “Your rules did help.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“You know, I never did negotiate rules when we were in the club. You shared your non-negotiables, but I never set mine.”
“I will happily negotiate any rules you want at any time. You hold the power in this dynamic, and I want you to feel safe and empowered,” I say, sliding a comforting hand along her thigh.
“Can we make our own rules together?”
“I’d like that. What shall we start with?”
