“Please,” she moaned, not even sure if he could hear her.
“Please what?” David’s hand smoothed over her ass.
“Please use me. Punish me. Play with me. Study me.” The words were raw and way too real. She swallowed, frightened not by him, but by the way he made her feel. Like she was home, like he understood exactly how to handle her.
Kyle’s words from earlier crept back into her head. Had she called off her engagement because somewhere deep down she’d prayed this one man existed? Had she longed for him before she’d even known his name?
She’d wanted to say “Stop screwing around and fuck me already.” She didn’t because she knew better. Knew that submitting to her Dom meant finding a kind of emotional and physical peace that she could never achieve on her own, and she needed it now.
That didn’t stop her from being wildly frustrated, and perversely, even more aroused by that frustration. By her lack of control.
“I will, Tessa. I’ll do all that and more.”
There was a small woosh of air, and then the belt struck her ass. She yelped, head rising, but…it hadn’t hurt. It felt like he’d bounced it off her backside rather than actually spanking her with it. He slapped her other cheek, a bit harder, but still not enough to hurt. It was a mind fuck. He knew he’d put her on edge and then proven he could make sure she didn’t go over.
Bastard. Sexy bastard.
“The belt is more about the sound than the sensation. I like the way it sounds,” he admitted, skimming his fingers down her spine. “I like the way you tense up in anticipation, and then you practically sag because you wanted it harder.”
“Damn it, I do.” Tessa blew out a frustrated breath.
David stepped up behind her, grinding his pelvis against her backside. She tried to spread her legs so she could feel the hard ridge of his cock against her pussy rather than the seam of her ass. She couldn’t because his feet were planted on the outside of her own. It was the first time in her life her legs had been kept closed during a scene rather than her Dom demanding she stay accessible.
He leaned over, his weight grinding his hips into her well-spanked ass. “Not yet. We haven’t reached the point in this evening’s study where I put my mouth on your sweet pussy. Where I use my tongue to figure out exactly how you like your clit played with.”
“Professor…” Her pussy actually ached.
“Yes?”
“Exactly what point are we at in your study?”
“We’re at the point where I play with your pretty ass.” His weight vanished from her back, leaving her feeling cold. She wanted him close again.
His hands rubbed her ass, which had that good post-spank ache. When he squeezed, it caused just enough pain to have her sucking in air. His hands slid up to the waistband of her underwear. He grabbed hold of the gathered fabric which was tucked between her cheeks and lifted.
Tessa yelped as the silky cotton fabric of her panties stroked against her pussy and rubbed the rim of her ass. She danced up on her toes, but that only made him pull harder. It was like the mother of all wedgies, except it hurt in all the right ways.
He released her, and before she had dropped her heels to the ground, he was stripping her panties off her. She lifted her feet when he tapped each ankle in turn. She saw the underwear sail through the air out of the corner of her eye.
“Now I want your legs spread.” He was still kneeling behind her.
The urge to grind her pussy against his face was nearly overpowering. She tightened her fingers around the edge of the desk and locked her arms as she stepped wide, spreading her legs. Actual relief flooded her. She wanted to be open to him, needed him to have access to her secret parts.
“You have a lovely pussy,” he murmured. “And you’re very wet. You enjoyed your spanking. Enjoyed being bent over my desk, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Professor.” She liked him bending her over any surface he wanted.
She felt him lean in, and then he blew on her wet pussy. His hot breath felt cool against her flesh, and she didn’t bother to stifle her moan. The sound echoed against the wood under her cheek, maybe loudly enough that someone walking by would hear, but she didn’t give a damn. She didn’t care if Eddie had set the whole group right outside their door to make sure they didn’t leave. In that moment all that mattered was David. Her professor. Her lover. Her Dom.
Hers.
David rose to his feet, squeezing her hips. His breathing was labored, and she had a feeling he was nearing the end of his control.
She heard fabric rustle, and a moment later there was a rubbery snap. She looked back to see that he’d put on a pair of latex gloves. “What are you doing, Professor?”
He grinned, a look that made her sigh. “Got these from the kitchen. See, I didn’t do what my mentor told me to, but I’m going to prove that I can find the things I need in the field.”
He’d done what? She’d thought he’d spent all his time studying, but apparently he’d gone on a kink scavenger hunt. “You prepared?”
The grin became a sexy smirk. “Of course I did. The foundation of academia is prep work. Prepping lectures, writing proposals, finding supplies to use on your sub’s ass…”
“Oh, I can feel the students lining up for that class,” she snarked.
“You would be surprised. They didn’t have lube in the kitchen, but I got this.” He held up a small jar of a white substance. “Coconut oil. If you can eat it, it can be used as lube. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.”
And she would come out with a supple anus. “David…”
He took off the top then dipped one finger in, thrusting it in and out of the thick, gel-like substance, which she knew would turn slick and liquid with the heat of her body. Watching him finger-fuck the coconut oil was making her jealous…of a jar.
Tessa dropped her head back onto the desk before she completely lost her mind. She gave over to the experience because there was nothing else to do. This man could take her anywhere.
This was what life would be like with him. He would always be thinking of her, always considering how to be her man in the best, kinkiest way possible, and as much thought as he put into sex, he would put into their relationship.
A second later he was spreading her cheeks apart, his touch firm and sure, and she tried to concentrate on that sensation, not the emotion she felt welling inside her. Embarrassment bit at her. No matter how many times she had her ass played with she always felt a little embarrassed. It was ridiculous, and she knew there was no reason for it, but it was there all the same.
David must have sensed her change in mood because he leaned over and kissed her waist. “I want you to relax your ass for me. You know how to take something here, don’t you?”
His oil-coated finger swiped over her sensitive flesh, sending a gasp through her.
“Yes, Professor.” She held her breath because he was right there, pressing against her with the most delicious pressure.
“And when was the last time you had something up your ass?”
Naturally the bastard wanted to talk at the exact moment she was ready to go.
“It’s been a year, maybe a little longer,” she admitted.
“And what, specifically, did you have in here?” His finger swirled around her tight ring.