Dominant Professor: When you crave the punishment, you break the rules.

by Mia Luxe

  “We don’t pay you to sit around Gerard! Your break isn’t for another hour… you have one last chance before I fire you!”

  Hearing soft-voiced Lucas scolding the young man makes me giggle.

  Bruce takes my coat and wraps it around me, and I barely have time to tie a quick knot before we are rushing out into the cold. His Jaguar coasts up as the valet hustles to get to us without delay. I see Bruce slip him a hundred-dollar bill and we are off, racing through the streets, my adrenaline pulses through me and my heart pumping in anticipation.

  For the first time in my life, I am free, unbridled, and completely open.

  Dessert

  Olivia Abernathy - Friday Night

  We pull up to one of the tallest buildings in the city. It stands modern and sleek, like everything about Bruce Harrison. We park underground next to a row of cars that look straight out of a James Bond movie. He guides me to the elevator and pulls out a key-card before pressing the button for the top floor.

  We have not said a word since leaving the restaurant. My skin feels electric, and his hand runs up and down the small of my back. Every inch of my body is in a state of need and anticipation. The elevator is swift, pulling us all the way to the top and as the doors open my jaw drops. I’ve never been in a penthouse before.

  A hallway with a coat closet leads into the massive great room, and Bruce guides me inside, pulling my coat off, leaving me in my little black dress.

  “Would you like a drink?”

  “Yes,” I say eagerly, wanting to see his beautiful penthouse apartment. He leads me into the living room, the massive vaulted ceilings rising high above me. The glimmering lights of the city at night pour through the huge windows.

  It’s like I’m in a movie.

  “This is the most incredible apartment I’ve ever been in,” I say, unable to contain myself.

  It’s surreal. Last night I slept in a tiny dorm room. Tonight, I am in a massive modern penthouse. Bruce chuckles.

  “All this space is too much for one man. I’m glad to share with you.”

  I can feel myself blushing at his words, and I’m glad he has the lights down low. The great room has comfortable looking leather couches. It leads into a dining area and kitchen complete with a marble-topped bar.

  He pulls a stool out for me at the bar and I sit as he walks around to the other side and grabs twin champagne flutes. From under the bar, he pulls out a thin bottle.

  “Prosecco. One of the sweetest wines, and perfect for the night.”

  He pours two glasses and we clink them together and I sip, feeling the sweet liquid tingling my taste-buds. He stands behind the bar tall and proud. I hate that he is so far from me.

  It’s like he can read my mind.

  As soon as the thought of him coming closer passes through my mind he slides back around the bar. He clinks his glass against mine.

  “To beginnings.”

  I’ll drink to that.

  I take a long sip of the sweet wine as he stares into my eyes.

  We set our glasses down and his lips find mine. His fingers caress my cheek and the scent of fresh rain from his cologne tantalizes my nostrils. His kiss is full of promise, and I need more. I want to bite his lower lip, rip his clothes off and drive him to a frenzy.

  He breaks off the kiss and pulls me to my feet. His lips find me again as if he is starving, kissing me and placing me onto the marble counter-top of the bar. I can feel his muscles flex as he lifts me. The stone is cold against my legs, my dress pushed up and his hands warm against my back.

  He pulls me in close against him, his hard muscles pressed against me, his hands sliding underneath my ass and squeezing, and he lifts me again. In his hands I feel like a toy, a feather to be placed and moved as he chooses.

  The hallway flashes by me, glimpses of oil paintings, a whirl of color. I see every detail as if life itself is more vibrant, my heart pounding with excitement. The smell of his cologne teases my nostrils as he carries me into the bedroom, setting me down firmly onto the king-sized bed. The city gleams like a thousand stars through the massive windows of his bedroom, the Space Needle standing tall and bright.

  His mouth finds my neck, his teeth nibbling at me and I shudder with pure desire.

  “Oh Professor Harrison,” I hear myself moan without thinking the words.

  He pauses, leaning back, and his powerful physique towers over me. Moonlight pours into the room, glowing over his body. I want nothing more than for him to rip the dress off my body and take me hard. I want to feel his enormous cock dominating my being, filling me so full that I scream with pleasure.

  “In here, you call me Sir,” he says hoarsely, and I can see a look in his eyes that is pure animal on the verge of losing control.

  It scares me. It excites me. I want him to fuck me harder than I can handle.

  “Yes Sir,” I moan. I would call him anything to make him ravage my aching body.

  I want him to unzip his pants and pull his massive cock out, but instead he leans over me, his hand gently grazing my cheek, sliding down and caressing my neck. His expression is more focused now.

  “I’m going to teach you discipline, my little pet,” he says before his lips find mine again and my thoughts swirl into feeling from the intensity of his passion. His tongue is a welcome invader in my mouth. I wrap my hands around his strong back as he grinds his rock-hard bulge against me. I can feel every inch of it through his dress pants against my soaking wet panties. It aches for me like I ache for Professor Harrison.

  Discipline? What does he mean?

  The desire is making it hard to form coherent thoughts. His mouth moves swiftly from my lips to my neck, plunging down the neckline of my dress. My hips instinctively move upwards as his hands find my thighs and lift my ass in the air so he can pull my thong off.

  I gasp in pure pleasure as I feel his tongue against my wetness. His hands hold my thighs firmly, pushing my legs open and exposing my sopping wet pussy to him.

  This is the first time I’ve ever felt a tongue on my pussy and desperate moans escape my mouth as his tongue explores me. His flickering tongue finds my clit. I desperately want to be utterly naked for him to use.

  “Oh Sir, you make me feel so good,” I gasp, and he lifts his heads and leans forward to kiss me deeply again. I can taste myself on his lips. He pulls my little black dress from me, my bra off in a split second. My nipples ache with need, the moonlight bathing my body as I am completely naked in front of him. I am very aware of the fact that I am exposed while he is still wearing clothes and I need to see his body.

  I feel like such a slut for him.

  His muscles are tense under his dress shirt and I reach forward and pull, the sound of buttons popping as I rip his shirt off. He pulls it off without pause and I groan with pleasure at the sight of his body. His mouth moves down to my nipples, licking and sucking and his thumb finds my clit, bringing me to new heights of pleasure.

  He pulls his mouth from me and I can see a fierce hunger in his eyes. He is an animal.

  “Don’t you dare cum without my permission, my pet.”

  My body quivers as a shiver runs from my spine down to my toes.

  I’ve never been with a man like this. It feels so right, I feel so fucking naughty.

  His mouth moves down to my pussy again, and this time the pleasure of his tongue on my clit is overwhelming. His voice echoes in my head.

  “Don’t you dare cum without my permission, my pet.”

  Bruce knows exactly how to please with his tongue, building up my desire. I can already feel myself on the verge.

  Pet? How dare he call me his pet. How dare he tell me that I can’t cum. Oh God, it feels so good, maybe I want to be his pet, maybe I want to let him do whatever he wants to me, fuck I can’t help it I’m going to cum!

  The orgasm washes over me and I scream out in pleasure, his tongue flickering against my clit as the waves of passion wash over me. He grabs my ass and pulls me even closer against his tongue,
licking my over-sensitive clit furiously.

  He lifts his head and his lips glisten from my wetness. The sternness in his eyes makes me tremble in nervous anticipation.

  “I couldn’t help it, Sir, it felt too good, you made me cum.”

  “Yes, I did. And now you’re going to get your punishment. Get on all fours, my little minx.”

  My body is shaking from the powerful orgasm and I can barely turn over. Normally I would feel self-conscious in this exposed position. The knowledge that Professor Harrison is staring at me with lust turns me on so badly that I cannot feel an ounce of shame.

  I want to be filthy for him.

  I notice the mirrors above the headboard. On all fours, I can only see a bit of myself, but I can see all of Professor Harrison. He is so big compared to me. I watch as he enjoys the view as I arch my ass up in a submissive pose.

  “You’ve got a gorgeous ass, Olivia. It’s going to look beautiful after I turn it red. We can stop anytime you want, my pet - just say the word. But if you want to feel my cock pounding your tight little pussy, you’re going to take every stroke.”

  My cheeks turn red in embarrassment. I thought it would be impossible to feel shame this turned on. Bruce certainly changed that.

  Is this what he meant by punishment? He’s going to… spank me?

  His hand rubs up and down my bare bottom, exploring every inch of me. I watch in the mirror as his hands move up and down my exposed ass and I moan in anticipation.

  His hands grip the flesh of my ass tightly, spreading my ass to him. I know his eyes are fixed on me. Feeling how powerful and strong his hands are makes a shudder go all the way up my spine as I imagine him spanking me. My cheeks are bright red in embarrassed lust, the feeling of being completely out of control turning me on in a way I don’t understand.

  “You’re my little slut who couldn’t help but cum when she wasn’t supposed to.” He pauses. “Tell me what you are.”

  This is so fucking embarrassing. It’s so hot.

  “I’m… I’m your little slut, Sir,” I say, my voice sounding almost faint. Hearing myself say the words is a sensual humiliation.

  “And what do you deserve?”

  “To be punished, Sir, I deserve to be punished,” I say, louder this time. Hearing myself sound so dirty is intense.

  I hear the rush of air and then his hand comes down firmly on my ass. I gasp in the sudden pain, a sharp crack that feels so perfectly pleasurable. In my turned-on state, the pain of his big hand spanking me is deeply arousing. He rubs my ass where he hit, then slaps the other cheek just as hard.

  I can’t believe it. The arrogant, cocky Professor that caused me so much infuriation and frustration has me in the palm of his hand. I am arching my ass up, presenting myself to a man that just a week ago filled me with fury, and he has complete control of me.

  The mirror gives me a view of his hand rising up, this time higher, and I tense my body in anticipation.

  His hand comes down again on my ass and I grit my teeth. The loud slap of flesh on flesh fills the room. That one was harder.

  Please fill me with that massive cock Professor Harrison, make me your slut.

  “Beg me to spank you again.”

  I bite my lip. My ass is starting to burn with pain. I want his cock, bad.

  Oh my God. He’s going to make me beg to get spanked. Fuck I feel like such a slut.

  “Please Sir… please spank my naughty ass.”

  As soon as the words leave my mouth his hand slaps down on my ass like he owns it. My whole body jolts in humiliating pain.

  I hear the zip of his pants and moan in anticipation. Finally, finally he gives me what I want.

  The hard warmth of his cock-head presses against my slit. His growl makes me moan with feverish anticipation as I breathe in deeply, feeling his enormous cock pushing into my soaking wetness. He works the huge head of his cock into me slowly, his hands on my hips. I know he has been completely and utterly tantalized from the moment he saw me in this sheer dress. I know that since the first moment he laid eyes on me he has wanted to fuck me hard and make me his property.

  He wants, he needs to grab my hips hard and thrust deep into me. It takes every ounce of self-control to work his cock into me slowly so he doesn’t hurt me.

  He holds back. Instead of powerfully thrusting his cock into my wetness he is gentle, even though his iron-hard rod could impale me if he wanted. He holds my hips firmly, slowly rocking me back and forth until it is I who cannot wait a second longer. I do not care that there will be pain along with the pleasure, I need to be filled. I want the delicious pain of being completely and utterly fucked.

  I press back against him, drawing his cock deeper into me. Pressure fills me as I try to relax, driven crazy by the feeling of his huge cock head teasing my wetness. The after-effects of my orgasm courtesy of his tongue make my whole body hyper-sensitive. Each stroke of his cock makes me question whether I will be able to handle his entire length inside of me.

  “You look so gorgeous with your ass up in the air for me,” he growls, and his words make me arch my ass up even higher in the air for him. The sight drives him mad and he plunges his cock deep into my eager pussy, and a loud gasp escapes my lips.

  He starts to fuck me steadily, the entire massive length of his dick sliding in and out of me. I can feel myself stretching on his cock. He fills me deeper than I have ever been filled before. The slow, steady pace of his love-making drives me insane. I want him to lose control. I want him to ravage me, to take me like a wild beast and fill me with his seed.

  I need to think of something so dirty he loses all control. I need to make him so horny he doesn’t care about hurting me with his huge dick, he can’t help but ravage me.

  “I’ve had such dirty fantasies of you, Professor Harrison,” I moan.

  “Tell me,” he growls, his hands gripping me harder.

  “I imagined you bringing me to the front of the class and forcing me to suck your huge cock in front of the whole class. I imagined everyone laughing at me while I enjoy taking every drop of your cum in my mouth and swallowing. I’m so naughty for you, Sir.”

  His cock twitches powerfully at my words, deep inside of me. His grip on my hips tightens painfully hard, and I know I am going to have a bruise. I bite my lip in anticipation.

  “Fuck me Sir, fuck me like the slut I am,” I moan, saying the dirtiest words I know to make him lose control.

  He can’t restrain himself any longer. There is no longer a steady rhythm of pleasure. His hands grip my hips as he lets go of control, fucking me so deep and hard and making me moan with each thrust. It hurts at first until all the pain turns to deep, unrelenting pleasure. The wet sound of his cock pounding in and out of me drives me crazy.

  He growls with each thrust, filling me with his manhood and making me completely and utterly his. I can feel the pressure of another orgasm building deep inside of me, building and building until I scream out in absolute pleasure.

  “Oh God yes Bruce, fuck me, fuck me,” I scream as I cum hard, and his enormous cock pulses and shoots his seed deep inside of me. His thrusts reaching a crescendo as he fucks me hard in time with my own orgasm. Then he slows and I milk his cock of every last drop of his seed before collapsing on the bed. His body falls on top of mine, huge and powerful, his hands wrapped around me as he kisses my ear.

  “That was incredible, Olivia,” he says, and I can hear the adoration in his voice. His softening manhood is still deep inside of me.

  We lay like that, both panting for who knows how long. He pulls his cock from me and I can feel his seed spilling out and he doesn’t care, he just takes me in his arms and holds me so tight. I am small and safe and this moment is perfect as my body trembles in the aftermath of the orgasms. I love his smell, I love the feel of his body and mine together, I love feeling his heartbeat and feeling his breath on me.

  He pours me a glass of water from a carafe on his coffee table and I sip eagerly, not realizing how parched I was
.

  “Let’s get our sweaty bodies into the shower,” he says, leading me to the massive master bedroom. It is designed with black marble counter tops and a beautiful pedestal bathtub. Opulence. The huge shower is roughly the size of the dorm room I share with Zoe.

  “I’ll go change the sheets and give you a little privacy,” he says as he closes the door behind him and I quickly pee and step into the shower. The hot, luxurious water washes over me.

  So that’s what good sex is.

  I don’t care that my hair is getting wet, I don’t care that my makeup is sliding off. There is a deep, full feeling of satisfaction that fills my body that only increases when Bruce returns to me. His manhood dangles thick and long between his legs, every inch of his body perfection as he steps into the shower and starts to massage my body. His touch is magic. He soaps his hands, drawing out every bit of tension from me. I turn and kiss him again, loving the feeling of his mouth on mine.

  The sex was incredible, but no matter how satisfied my body is the sight of his nakedness makes me want more. On all fours with a partial mirror view is completely different than watching the water cascade over his perfect body. I love seeing him so close up, noticing a beauty mark to the right of his firm abs and running my fingers over it. Watching the suds drip down his physique and off his gorgeous, thick flaccid cock makes my nipples harden with lust. My pussy is utterly satisfied and slightly sore from the rough fucking.

  My mouth is still hungry for more.

  I can’t help myself. I drop down to my knees and wrap my lips around the thick head of his cock. He grunts in surprise, and I look up at him, his body shielding me from the water. His white teeth flash in a smile and he sighs in luxurious bliss as his manhood swells in my mouth.

  Awake

  Olivia Abernathy - Saturday Morning