But as she walked over to the desk, Tessa had a feeling that her ass was about to hurt.
And she wanted it. Wanted it so bad that when she bent over the desk and her nipples made contact with the bare, slick wood, she couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure.
How big was his office back in Dallas? She bet it was small and full of books, and they would have to be creative to make full use of it. It would be worth it. She could visit him for lunch and when she left that little room would smell like sex and for the rest of the day it would remind him that his sub adored him.
“Hold on to the edge,” David ordered, one hand on her back, pressing her down firmly.
She grabbed the far edge of the desk, her cheek resting on the cold wood, her breasts compressed. A drugged feeling started to slide over her, the rest of the world slipping away. All that mattered was being here with him.
“Ankles together, please,” he said in that stern teacher voice that she shouldn’t find hot but absolutely did. “I’m not going to spank your pussy today.”
Today.
“Today,” which implied that he would spank her other days. That there would be more scenes after this. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. He had his club. She could see him there and maybe then it wouldn’t affect her work.
Before she could get too lost in finding a way to keep him, he brought her back to the moment by tugging on her simple cotton panties. She hadn’t brought any sexy lingerie with her. She wished she at least had a thong. Actually, she wished she had proper fet wear, wished she could kneel at his feet in a corset and tiny skirt. Maybe a tiny little pleated plaid skirt. She would feel sexy and powerful despite the fact that she was on her knees.
David pulled the edges of her panties toward the middle, tucking them between her cheeks so her ass was bare. She felt pressure on her rear entrance and was reminded of his list. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning at the thought.
There were a lot of things he wanted to check off that list, and one of the questions he’d written out was about how many fingers she could comfortably take in her ass. His fingers. His callused, talented fingers.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, Professor.”
“Good.” His palm glided from her hip, down her butt cheek and the back of her thigh before jumping to the other leg and repeating the course in reverse.
Everywhere his hand touched her skin felt sensitized.
“I had planned to begin tonight’s session with an in-depth study of your breasts.” His hand stopped roaming, instead resting on her cheek. “Your nipples in particular.”
“That still sounds like a very good idea to me, Professor.” The thought of anal play had her on edge. It was so intimate. She’d had anal sex before, but the thought of David touching her there made her breath catch.
“I’m sure it does, and while I value your input, you have no say,” he replied simply.
Damn it, that was hot. Tessa arched her back, pushing her ass up into his hand. Why wouldn’t he start? Did he know how much this slow study drove her crazy? She needed him to stop talking and spank her. Touch her. Do anything.
She would let this man do anything to her.
“Who is in charge of this study?” David asked.
“You are, Professor.” Every word came out breathy and hushed.
“And what does that mean?”
“It means that I do what you say.” She licked her dry lips. “I obey you.”
It was an easy admission to make since they had a bargain. She was in charge in the field, and he was in charge here. He’d meant it when he’d promised her she was in control of the mission. He hadn’t protested or tried to get out of it. When she’d told him they needed to move, he’d given up this precious time he’d longed for.
What he’d been upset about was losing time with her.
He squeezed her ass, hard, an indication her words had affected him the same way they’d affected her.
His hand raised off her butt. “It means that you’re mine.” Smack.
The first spank landed on her right cheek, and it hurt. He had a big, heavy hand, and he wasn’t fucking around with that smack.
She sucked in air and couldn’t stop the groan that came.
The sound was lost in the resounding crack of the second smack, landing on her left cheek. This time she yelped and clenched her backside, an involuntary response.
“Generally when performing a punishment scene, I prefer to spank subs when they have a plug in their ass.” He sounded so academic. “Usually with a small amount of ginger oil coating the neck of the plug.”
Tessa’s eyes went wide, and she lifted her head, neck straining to look back at him. “You know, Prof, you’re a dirty pervert.”
“Dirty, sadistic pervert, thank you.” He spanked her again, just as hard, and then two more swats in quick succession.
“My mentor at The Club was a man named Ben,” David explained. “He’s a highly intelligent man, a private investigator and former Navy SEAL. He taught me that I should always travel with a full box of condoms, lube, butt plugs, and nylon rope. He thinks they’re essentials in everyone’s go-bag. I told him that I’m a professor and I don’t have a go-bag, but now I think he might have a point.”
He stopped talking to spank her some more. Her ass heated, each smack not only stinging the surface of her skin, but making her ache, the heat penetrating deep. This was the kind of spanking that she’d feel tomorrow, the same way she would feel after a heavy squat session at the gym.
The next two swats landed lower, where her butt curved into her thigh.
“Ouch,” she hissed.
“Hmm, does that hurt?” He sounded only mildly curious.
“Yes, Professor, the spanking hurts.”
He was silent, and she winced. That had sounded more than a little bratty.
She heard the rustle of fabric, and a slick sound, almost like a zipper, but… Wait. She knew that sound. Tessa jerked her head up and looked back over her shoulder.
David had moved to the side so she could see him easier. That sound had been him whipping his belt free of his pant loops. As she watched, he folded it in half, buckle and tip held in one hand.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
David grinned, hooked a finger in the belt, and snapped it.
Her pussy clenched in reaction to the sound, and she was now so wet that she knew the crotch of her panties was soaked.
“Professor…you know how to use that?” Tessa wasn’t used to feeling unsure. That wasn’t who she was. She was capable and confident and focused.
His expression softened. “I do, but if you’re scared, I won’t.”
She liked the fact that he could move fluidly between roles, that he didn’t get thrown off when she needed to talk. “I’m not scared. I trust you. But you could get this moving.”
“I’ll move how slow or fast I choose, and you will mind how you speak to me.” This mild-mannered stern thing he had going, punctuated by the occasional hard, undeniably Dom-esque commands, were making her crazy. She needed him to rip her panties off and fuck her. She wanted his cock in her, his hips hitting her red, aching ass.
A whole body shiver wracked her, and her nipples, smashed against the desk, tightened painfully. She dropped her head back onto the desk, her breath fanning back against her face.