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

by Mia Luxe

He walks to the fireplace and I watch him set up a tent of kindling and flick a lighter. The kindling bursts into flame. He blows on it lightly and adds a few small pieces of wood. Within minutes, he has a roaring fire going. The heat coaxes me from under the blankets and I join him on the huge rug in front of the fire.

  I love sitting like this, leaning back against his body with his arms wrapped around me.

  “Fire is just like business.”

  I groan.

  “This is supposed to be a weekend away from school! I don’t need a lecture now.”

  “What if I told you it’s on the exam?”

  “Very funny.”

  We sit in silence for a moment before my curiosity gets the best of me.

  “Alright, alright. I’ll bite. How is fire like business?”

  He laughs. “It’s simple. You put in the work at the start to build the fire. Selecting the kindling, building the little tent, and lighting it. Once the fire is lit, you can step back and add a log every once in a while.”

  “So wise,” I say with a wry smile that he can’t see.

  The cabin is cozy and comfortable, the heat emanating powerfully. I can smell him. The musky scent of my man as he holds me, the smell of steak and the forest, pine and the sea. I love sitting like this. I love sitting between his legs as he rests his back against the couch, his arms wrapped around me. Feeling his strong, muscular body behind mine turns me on so much. His hand starts to stray up and down my body.

  It’s like he can read my mind. He knows he’s getting me all hot and bothered.

  His hands feel me through my dress and my nipples harden in response.

  He rests his hands on my nipples and I know he can feel how hard they are through the material. My dress is open-backed and he moves me forward to reach down and undo my bra, pulling it from me. I look down at myself and see my nipples diamond hard and clearly visible through the thin material. There is something deliciously erotic knowing that Bruce can see my desire telegraphed through the thin material of the dress.

  I gasp as he pinches my nipples and plays with them, feeding my desire. His cock is so hard and eager as it presses against me.

  I want him so fucking bad.

  His hands are driving me crazy. I cannot handle the pleasure and a low, deep moan escapes my mouth. He kisses my neck, my ears, and I can feel his 5 o'clock shadow tickling me, I can smell his body, the hint of sex from our earlier romp.

  His left-hand slips down the front of my dress and finds my nipple, pinching, pulling and kneading it between his thumb and fingers. His right-hand slides up my legs and under my dress. He rests his fingers on the fabric of my soaking wet panties. His touch is tortuously teasing.

  “Take off my panties,” I ask.

  “Say please,” he says.

  “Please take off my panties Sir,” I respond instinctively, and he slides my panties down low enough for his thick finger to reach inside of me. I feel his finger slip into my wetness and I arch my back, pushing my breasts forward and my ass back into his cock. He is so hard.

  He’s so fucking hard, why doesn’t he just push me down on the rug and take me.

  His finger curls and finds my G-spot, enough to make my hips rock up and down in response, and I cannot control my body anymore. A second finger slides into me. They are so fucking thick. I moan in deep pleasure as his left hand squeezes my breast then moves back to my nipple. I feel his thumb rest on my clit, circling and circling sending shocks of lust through my body. The pleasure builds up like a dam about to burst. He is so in control.

  “Can I please cum Sir,” I beg.

  “Cum for me my little slut.”

  He pinches my nipple hard when he says the word slut. My head rolls back as I cum so hard I can barely breathe. My moans echo in the little cabin and my body quivers and shakes.

  He slowly slides his fingers out of me as I am left panting and wraps his arms around me again, holding me close as I recover from the orgasm.

  “I can’t believe the things you do to me.”

  “We’re just getting started.”

  I can feel his cock pulsing against me and I know it is a promise.

  I unwrap his huge arms from me and turn to face him. I kiss him tenderly on the lips once then shock him by nipping his bottom lip hard. The bite elicits a low growl. I love it. I reach down and unzip his jeans, sliding down his underwear and unleashing his huge dick. It glistens from pre-cum and throbs in my hand as I slowly stroke. He feels so fucking big in my hand. I cannot even wrap my hand around his girth.

  I let go of his cock to pull my panties off completely and straddle him, letting the head of his dick slide into me. He groans deeply and I feel his hands on my hips and know he is about to pull me down onto him and impale me on his hugeness.

  “Wait,” I say, biting my lip eagerly. “Let me be in control.”

  The wolf grin that he gives me makes me smile back. I want to show him what I can do.

  I tease him with my body, letting only the head of his cock slide in and out of my wetness. I squeeze as I push down against him, making his iron-hard rod force its way into my tightness and when I have half of his thick length inside of me I slide back up, hearing his groan of need. He wants me to bury his steel-hard cock deep inside of me, and I want him to wait.

  “Mmm, you like that Sir,” I moan into his ear as I ride up and down his cock, feeling him filling me deeper and deeper with each movement.

  I love calling him Sir, I love being his little submissive pet.

  “You’re my perfect little slut,” he growls back, his hands grabbing my ass so tight I know I am going to bruise. He moves his hands with my body, up and down, but does not push me onto him. Not yet, at least, but I can feel his cock throbbing with every beat of his heart.

  “Make me your slut, Sir,” I whisper into his ear and he grabs my hips and pulls me down completely onto his huge cock. It fills me so utterly that I gasp out in sheer pleasure, feeling him so deep inside of me. His heavy balls press against my ass and he uses his hands to lift me up and then slide me back down again and again onto his rod.

  He’s too big, he’s too deep inside me, it feels too fucking good.

  The pleasure builds up as he uses my body, powering into me, his hips thrusting upwards in time with my rhythm. I can’t help it. I am so swollen and sensitive, and I can feel the orgasm building up.

  “Oh, fuck Bruce, I’m so close, can I cum again,” I beg, and he squeezes my ass even harder as he powers me up and down on his cock.

  Please, please let me cum, oh God, do I want him to say no so I get punished? Do I want him to say no and spank me like a naughty little slut? Oh God I’m going to cum!

  “Cum for me my sexy little pet,” he orders at the last second and the words send an electric shock down my spine and into my clit as I orgasm harder than ever before, so wet against him. My orgasm finally subsides, and he holds me tight, thick and hard inside of me.

  “I want you to cum in my mouth,” I say breathlessly, and he lifts me up off of his huge throbbing cock. My legs feel like jelly from the force of my orgasm. He leans back against the couch, spreading out. His cock throbs obscenely and I have no idea how I am going to fit it in my mouth.

  I kneel down in front of him and take the base of his cock in my hand, unable to wrap my fingers around him he is so thick. I lick the head of his cock and can taste my own wetness mixed with the salty taste of his pre-cum.

  It makes me feel so filthy licking my own juices off of his cock.

  His hand rests on the back of my head but he does not take control. I lick and suck, trying to get more and more of him in my mouth. I pull away for a second to kiss his shaft all the way down to his huge balls, licking them and imagining how much cum they are full of.

  I move back to his cock and take him deeper and deeper in my mouth. His cock is so slick and wet and slides deeper and deeper into my throat. I want to take every drop of his seed into me.

  “Fuck Olivia I’m so close.”
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br />   I grab his huge balls with my hands and massage them and he groans in response. His whole body flexes and tenses and he growls.

  I can feel his cock shooting into my mouth, flooding me with a salty taste and I swallow eagerly. Finally, he is finished, and I lick him clean, looking up at him with fire in my eyes. I have never done anything so passionately in my life. The fire roars behind me, waves of heat washing over my body and I know I’m sweating, I can see the firelight reflecting on the sheen of his skin.

  He reaches over and strokes my face. I slide to my feet and stretch, naked and relaxed, my body so utterly satisfied that I want nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep.

  We brush our teeth together and Bruce steps into the shower, washing the sweat of the day and our lovemaking from him and when he is done I take a quick rinse.

  He leaves the fire to burn down to embers, filling the cabin with warmth as we snuggle into bed. I rest my head on his powerful chest, feeling him breathe in and out, so steady and sure.

  “This was the best day of my life,” I murmur.

  “Me too.”

  The response catches me by surprise.

  So many million-dollar business deals, so many successes and this is the best day of his life? I’m so lucky.

  We lie in bed together, our bodies tangled in the sheets. I can feel myself drifting to sleep in his arms when a thought hits me. I have to ask.

  “Bruce. Is this… Real?” The words sound sleepy, like they have been said in a dream.

  A dream that I am so worried I am going to wake up from. Please don’t shatter my dream, Bruce.

  “Yes, Olivia. It’s real.”

  I want to believe it. It sounds like the truth.

  “It feels like it can’t be real. We’re a cliché. A student and her Professor. All that’s missing is your jealous wife that I find out about.”

  “There’s no wife. I’ve never been married.”

  “There’s no one else?”

  “No one but you Olivia.”

  I let my eyes close again, my breathing deepening. I feel so safe in his arms.

  I am falling in love with this man.

  Secrets

  Olivia Abernathy - Sunday Evening

  By the end of the weekend, I feel like I know him. Not as a Professor. Not as a filthy rich playboy. As a man I could easily fall in love with.

  The weekend rolled by easily. Days spent lounging in bed and sipping coffee as we walk the island. Trips out into the calm ocean while we talk about nothing and everything. Hot cocoa by the fire, laughter under the endless sky while he holds me tight.

  That was the most perfect weekend of my life.

  “We better come back here again soon,” I say as we throw our bags into the motorboat for the trip back home.

  “Next time I won’t let you leave the bedroom,” he replies, giving me a light spank as I step into the boat.

  The trip back is quicker in the motorboat. Soon I can see the shore.

  “We’ll be getting into cell service soon, you can switch your phone on. I’m sure Zoe will be eager for details.”

  That is an understatement. As soon as my phone turns on it starts blowing up. I hear Bruce’s phone buzzing as he receives texts of his own.

  How was Vegas? Did u stay in a fancy hotel?

  Message me as soon as u get this! I need to know how the weekend went.

  Did u and sexy prof make the most of your privacy?

  I start to pen a text saying that I will be at dorms soon when I realize Bruce is scary quiet. I turn to look at him, and for the first time in my life he looks shaken up. His brow furrows as he stares at the phone in his hand like it is a snake.

  I thought he was unflappable. Made of stone. Whatever is on his phone is bad news.

  “Everything OK Bruce?”

  He looks up as if I have broken him out of a trance and slides his phone into his pocket. Instantly “worried Bruce” is replaced by “million dollar deal Bruce”.

  He could be holding a Royal Flush or nothing and I would never know the difference. The wall that broke down this weekend between us is up again.

  “Everything is fine. Did Zoe miss you?”

  He brushes away my concern and changes the topic. Dammit, am I being paranoid? Every time this thing of ours seems to be going well, I get stressed like it’s too good to be true.

  “Yeah. She missed me.”

  He does not respond. We make it back to the shore with barely a word said between us. He opens the shed up and pulls the car out next to me, and I get in hesitantly.

  Am I imagining a coldness? Or is it there?

  We start driving and I hear his phone buzz in his pocket again. He ignores it.

  I was expecting him to drive me to dorms. Instead, he stops at a bus stop.

  “I’m sorry, I need to race into town to deal with something. Are you OK taking the bus? Do you need fare?”

  He says it like a question, but I can tell there isn’t another choice.

  I need to know.

  I get out of the car slowly, then turn to look at him.

  “Is something wrong Bruce?”

  “No. Everything is fine. I need to focus on a business deal that requires my immediate attention. I’ll get in touch with you when I can talk.”

  With that, he reaches over and pulls the door shut. His engine roars as he accelerates out of my sight.

  I can taste the lie and my body shivers in fear.

  It feels like I found something incredible. And already, it’s cracking. Who texted him? Does he have a girlfriend that found out about me?

  I call Zoe right away.

  “Oliviaaa, you’re back to the land of the living!”

  “I was only gone a weekend, shush. I’ll be home before dark.”

  I try to keep my voice light. I want to be alone with my thoughts, but I can hear the tension in my voice.

  “Well it is a school night for my most studious friend. Tell me everything! Did you guys go to Vegas? Or did he fly you to New York on a private jet?”

  “It was amazing… Except…”

  Her familiar voice comforts me, but she can hear the stress in my voice.

  “What’s up? Did something happen between you guys?”

  “I don’t know. I think he’s lying to me about something. About another woman. Maybe… Maybe let’s talk about this in person, I see my bus coming.”

  “Bus? Isn’t he driving you?”

  I don’t answer.

  I tell myself that the tears in my eyes that are welling are from the wind. My whole core feels shaky. It is like I have been building a house only to find out the foundation is set in quicksand.

  Zoe hears my silence and worry fills her tone.

  “OK, Olivia. I’m here for you. I want to hear everything. If Bruce turns out to be a bastard I swear I’ll have the entire volleyball team wait for him in a dark alley.”

  A sad laugh escapes my lips, a laugh that is on the verge of being a sob. My instincts have never failed me before.

  And right now, my instincts are telling me that Bruce is a hiding something from me. Something big.

  The last time I didn’t trust my instincts and believed that a man could love me, he was cheating on me. I have the same sickening feeling as the week before I found out about Eric.

  Shards

  Bruce Harrison - Sunday Evening

  You’ve been a naughty boy

  It took every ounce of my strength to keep it together until I dropped Olivia off at the bus stop.

  Then the panic hits. I see Olivia in my rear view as I tear off, my tires screeching.

  Someone knows. Someone knows! Keep it together Bruce. Calm down and concentrate. You need to fix this.

  My phone vibrates again.

  I drive home like the devil is chasing me, thankful that there are no speed traps set up this Sunday evening. My tires screech as I pull into my parking spot and rush to the elevator, fumbling in my pocket for the keycard that gets me up to my pentho
use.

  I go straight to bar and pour myself a double whiskey. It goes down my throat with cleansing fire and I pour another one which sits, ignored, as I pull out my phone again.

  You’ve been a naughty boy

  The first text.

  Isn’t she a little young for u, Brucy?

  The second text, worst than the first. It is the third text that hits me like a punch straight to the gut.

  There are no messages, no words.

  There is just a picture.

  And then another picture.

  And another picture.

  Three shots of me leaning in and kissing Olivia as I opened the Uber car door the night after she slept at my place.

  Our faces are clearly visible.

  I slam my hand down on the granite and pain shoots through me. It only makes me angrier. I don’t give a fuck about anything right now except finding out who has these pictures.

  Red rage ignites.

  Breathe. Breathe.

  I slam the second drink down my throat.

  This is a business deal.

  Someone has photos of me, a Professor, with one of my students. Our faces are clearly visible. These photos can be used for two purposes.

  The photos can be used to put Olivia’s scholarship in jeopardy. There will be allegations that I was giving her extra credit in return for sex, just like that idiot Professor Muntz. Even more damning is the A+ that my TA gave her right after it started. It looks like open and shut favoritism.

  I reach to pour myself another drink and stop myself. I need my mind clear.

  The photos can also be used to ruin my reputation, but I give a fuck about this teaching job compared to what the impact could be on Olivia. She could get branded as someone who uses her body to get where she wants in life when it couldn’t be further from the truth.

  The world is coming into focus. Someone has leverage over me. I need to find out what they want and how to stop them from hurting Olivia.

  Think. Think Bruce, think. Blackmail is business. They will want money, and you will give it to them, however much they ask for, and secure the photos.

  What if they don’t want money? What if someone wants to personally fuck with me? I’ve made a few enemies in the business world, but not with anyone who would fight this dirty.