The Professor's Girl

by Rose, Renee

  “Please, please, please,” she pleaded.

  He did not pause.

  “Todd...Todd.” She was close. He could feel her breaking, the moment when her body grew heavy over his lap, the tensing and squirming ended as she accepted her lack of control.

  “That’s it,” he said, without slowing his steady strokes. “Take your spanking.”

  “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

  He gave her another twenty or so, but lightened up the intensity. When he finished, he stopped, listening to the sound of her ragged breaths. He held her over his lap, stroking her back and her nape.

  She turned her face to him and he saw her eyes were dry even though her breath still came in sobs. “It’s all over, little girl,” he said, brushing the hair out of her face. “It’s over and I forgive you.”

  She reached for him, so he pulled her up into his arms and held her, kissing her hairline, her jaw and when she lifted her face and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips.

  “Do you love me?” she asked.

  His heart lurched at her vulnerability and also her guts in asking.

  He cupped her face and kissed her deeply. “I love you,” he said firmly. “You and I, we’re in this together. For keeps.”

  “You love me?” she repeated.

  He realized this had been the real question all along and it had been his fault for not answering it. Had she known his feelings for her, his level of commitment, she would not have panicked when he told her about the job.

  “Lucy. I love you.” He touched her heart. “You are my everything.”

  She stood up between his legs and kissed him, taking control with an aggression he found thrilling.

  He thrust his hand between her legs to cup her mons. She gasped and lifted one leg, leaning her weight into him. He let her lead, knowing it was rare, and fell back on the bed. She crawled over him and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down with his briefs.

  Her mouth found his cock, fists closing around the base, tongue flicking over the head.

  “Lucy,” he moaned.

  She made an incredible sight, arching and bobbing over his waist as she made love to his cock, the long arch of her spine graceful like a cat’s, the dimples at the back of her pelvis accenting her sumptuous curves. Her breasts hung down, still looking firm as they bounced in rhythm with her movement.

  “Oh...Lucy,” he moaned again. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and urged her faster. She made a guttural sound of excitement and the vibration further stimulated his cock. He wanted it to last forever. But he also wanted Lucy to love giving blowjobs, so he closed his eyes and allowed the climax to build.

  Her enthusiasm did not decrease and he could smell her arousal, the scent of her nectar making him dizzy with lust. He sat up and grabbed her waist, pivoting her so she knelt at the side of him where he could reach her little red ass. He gave it a slap as she mouthed his cock and she took him deeper until he touched the back of her throat.

  “Yes,” he groaned, slapping her again.

  She made a sound over his cock again, the hum electrifying.

  “I’m going to come,” he warned but she stayed on, receiving his tribute to her efforts.

  She swallowed and then coughed, looking embarrassed. “Sorry,” she apologized.

  “You were great,” he assured her. “Thank you.”

  She flushed and smiled at his praise.

  “Come here,” he said, opening his arms. She crawled into them, nestling her head against his shoulder. He drifted to sleep in his post-orgasmic languor but woke to feel Lucy squirming beside him.

  It took a moment to process, but he realized she had her fingers between her legs, masturbating.

  “Uh oh,” he said, catching her wrist and bringing her fingers to his nose. He made a show of sniffing them. “Someone has been naughty. Did I say you could pleasure yourself?”

  She giggled. “No, sir.”

  “Do little girls who have been spanked and sent to bed get to orgasm?”

  She squirmed against him. “Please?”

  He smothered a laugh. “Only when the professor allows it. And when you’ve been naughty, Lucy, how do you get fucked?”

  “Hard?” she asked, sounding breathless.

  “That’s right. Bend over the side of the bed, young lady.”

  She practically leaped off the bed, her enthusiasm evident.

  He chuckled as he got up and went in search of lube and the butt plug. When he returned, the sight of her nearly knocked him to his knees—his smart, sexy scientist, naked and prostrate on his bed, with her ass well-spanked. He could not imagine a more desirable vision.

  “Lucy,” he said, stroking her still-hot cheeks. “I’m going to punish your ass tonight with my cock.”

  She lifted her head, turning to look at him quizzically.

  “When you’re a bad girl, you take it in the ass.”

  He saw comprehension there and a bit of fear. He opened the bottle of lubricant and applied a generous amount to his finger, then rubbed it into her crack. She squirmed and made a little mewl of protest that made his cock stand up. He worked his finger into her anus, and she cried out, her breathing becoming audible.

  He picked up a medium-sized silicone butt plug, not much smaller than his cock and applied lube to it.

  “Naughty girls get every inch of their bottoms punished, he said, slowly inserting the plug while she gasped and trembled. “I’m going to make sure your ass is so sore you will never disobey me again.” The plug stretched her wide around the most bulbous part, then seated. He patted it in place, earning another mewl. “Are you still sore here?” he asked, giving her swollen cheek a light slap.

  “Ah! Yes,” she cried, jumping.

  “Good. You were a bad girl, weren’t you, little Lucy?” he asked, twisting the plug inside her.

  She held still for him, hollowing her back to present her ass. “Yes, sir,” she squeaked.

  “Bad girls get punished,” he said, sliding the plug out and smearing lubricant over the head of his stiff cock.

  She gave a squeak of protest as he breached her hole, but once inside, she began to moan wantonly. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to the invasion.

  “Oh...oh! Oh.”

  “Naughty girl,” he said, gliding slowly in and out. “You were so bad.”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I’m so bad...so bad.”

  His eyelids flickered. The glory of having a partner like her—someone turned on by the same words that made him rock hard, someone excited by punishment nearly overwhelmed him.

  He reached in front of her hips and teased her clit with his fingers.

  She gave a scream of excitement.

  “You’re getting ass-fucked tonight, aren’t you?”

  “I was bad…I’m your bad girl...so bad,” she jabbered breathlessly.

  “You’re so bad, I can’t hold back,” he said, gripping her hips firmly and thrusting harder.

  “Oh God oh please oh God oh please, oh….yes,” she screamed.

  Her pelvic floor tightened, squeezing so hard it almost pained him. He came without warning, jerking inside her.

  When they both stilled, he eased out of her and brought a washcloth to clean up. She lay collapsed where he’d left her, her face slack. He kissed her sacrum. “You should get a tattoo here,” he said, tracing the perfect lines.

  “A tramp stamp?”

  He laughed. “Is that what they call them? I’m not saying you’re lacking, by any means. You are perfect just as you are. But if you ever wanted a tattoo, highlighting your exquisite backside would be the way to go.”

  She laughed. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

  He helped her under the covers and laid down beside her, tracing her ear as her eyes drifted closed, her face soft and contented.

  She woke to the sound of Todd coming in after his shower. Daylight streamed in the windows, the birds chirping their morning song. Suddenly awkward, she kept her eyes shut
, not ready to face Todd in the light of day after all that had happened.

  She sensed the mattress depress beside her and he brushed her hair out of her face. “I know you’re awake.”

  She tried to curl into a tighter ball, but he grasped her wrist and pulled it open to pin beside her head. Climbing over her, he kissed her neck, her throat, her breast.

  “What’s the matter? Are you acting shy?”

  She struggled against him.

  He took her nipple between his teeth and tugged gently. “Do you think you get to hide after a spanking?” He swirled his tongue around her nipple. “Hmm? Do you?”

  “I want to,” she admitted, still struggling.

  “Too bad, little girl.” He kissed down her belly, crawling lower to spread her thighs.

  She sucked in her breath.

  His tongue met her folds with a shock of moist warmth and she jerked. He pinned her pelvis in place, holding one knee open as he licked into her, penetrating, teasing.

  She reached for his head, weaving her fingers into his hair. He licked and sucked, the sensations making her thrash beneath him.

  “Todd…”

  He paused, lifting his head and looking at her with mock sternness. “It’s professor, to you.”

  She giggled. “Professor, is this how you teach all your students?”

  “Only the ones who show promise,” he said, lowering his head again. He slid two fingers inside her at the same time his tongue flicked her clit and she grew frantic at the need he produced.

  He tickled her inner wall with his fingers, plunged them in and out, finding a place that made her squeal. “Come for me, Luce,” he said, torturing her with the intense pleasure until she clutched at his hands and squeezed his fingers with her vaginal walls as an orgasm ripped through her.

  When it passed, Todd grasped her thighs and pulled her off the bed to standing. He gave her bottom a pat. “Go get in the shower, sunshine, you have cells to count.”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, all her insecurities erased with his skillful pleasuring. She showered and dressed, meeting him in the kitchen, where he had coffee waiting for her.

  “Egg sandwich?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Really? Yeah. That sounds great.”

  She watched as he fried an egg and slapped it onto a toasted and buttered English muffin, along with a slice of ham and cheddar.

  “Oh my God,” she said, taking a bite. “You are amazing.”

  He gave her a kiss. “I’m going to get going—just turn the lock on the handle before you go. Your bike is in the front hall. “

  “I can’t sit on it,” she called to his departing back, her mouth full.

  He grinned over his shoulder. “You’ll get no sympathy from me. I’ll see you in a bit.”

  She wanted to call out, “I love you,” as he left, but the words stuck. Not because she didn’t feel them, but because she felt shy about using them. She shouldn’t have pressured him into saying it the night before, but he hadn’t flinched. Or hesitated.

  She sat there chewing, loving being in his place, still enjoying the afterglow of his attentions. It all seemed too good to be true.

  Working out their future would be complicated, but she felt reassured by his commitment. They would work it out. Together.

  Chapter Nine

  “Are you ready?” Todd watched as Lucy rather frantically checked and re-checked her carry-on bag. He had an interview at Duke University and asked Lucy to come with him, so they could make a joint decision.

  ‘Yeah,” she said breathlessly and grabbed the handle of her suitcase.

  “Give me that,” he scolded, taking both bags from her. “Go get in the car. I’ll lock up.”

  He loaded the bags and climbed in the driver’s seat. Lucy sat very straight, her fingers folded in her lap.

  “Why are you nervous?” he asked. He hadn’t even told her yet that she would be interviewed, too.

  She gave a quick shake of her head, but didn’t take her eyes from the road. “I just get wound up when I travel.” She dove to her purse, rifling through it.

  “I’m sure you have everything. If not, they have stores in Durham, too.”

  “I was just checking for my license. We’d be screwed without that.”

  He hid a smile. “I’m going to spank you before we leave to come home.”

  She whipped her head around to look at him. “Why?” she demanded.

  “To calm you down. Listen, I have something to tell you, but it’s not going to help your current state of agitation.”

  “What?”

  “Open up that bag there,” he said indicating a small store gift-bag in the center console.

  She picked it up and looked inside, pulling out the little jewelry box with wide eyes.

  “I talked to Ruefield last night, the department head at Duke. I told him I was bringing my fiancée and we were looking for some kind of joint situation, with you transferring to their Ph.D. program.”

  She cracked open the box and stared at the engagement ring he’d bought her the night before. It was white gold, with a row of twelve diamonds. She looked at him in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

  “Well, it’s just that bringing my lab assistant probably wouldn’t pull any weight, so I told him we were engaged. They put a spacer in it, in case it doesn’t fit.”

  She continued to gape at him. “Um...okay. So this is a pretend ring? For the interview?”

  He realized too late he had blundered.

  What an idiot!

  Once more, he had compartmentalized things in his brain, but approaching engagement from the business angle was just plain wrong.

  “Well, no—” He took his hand off the wheel and reached for the box.

  She yanked it out of his reach. “Wait, was that a proposal? Is that the way you propose to me? Hand me a box with a ring and tell me I’ll need it for the interview? I think that’s quite possibly the worst proposal I’ve ever heard of!”

  He crooked his fingers. “Give it back. Give it to me.” Glancing at the road, he lunged across her to snatch it out of her hand. “Nevermind. You can’t have it now.”

  She giggled and tried to snatch it back, prying at his closed fingers.

  “Miss Larson, if you cannot sit back quietly in your seat, I will pull this car over and put you in the back seat with a sore bottom. Understood?”

  She giggled again, but sat back obediently. “So now I don’t get it?”

  “Shut up, Lucy.”

  She put a hand on his thigh stroking up and over to grab his balls. “Please?” she said in her sweetest voice.

  His cock thickened under her grasp and he shifted in his seat.

  “Ruefield is going to want to hear about your thesis,” he said to redirect her attention.

  He had his intended effect, because she sat back in her seat, her fingers tangling in her lap. “Okay.”

  “I said you would send him a copy of your proposal today so he could look at it before we meet.”

  She reached for her bag, pulling her laptop out.

  “I didn’t mean right now.”

  She didn’t answer, hunching over the screen, her honey-colored locks curtaining her face. “What’s his email?”

  He pointed to his bag. “I wrote it on the rental car reservation sheet, there.”

  She dug it out and he heard the sounds of keys clicking as she sent it off. She did not resurface, however, presumably caught up in reading her emails. After a moment, she said, “Todd, you’re not going to believe this.”

  “What?”

  “Um…” she didn’t answer.

  “What?”

  She took a breath. “Okay. Remember how I registered you on the two sites who help connect adoptees with their biological parents?”

  Something in his chest twisted. “Yes?”

  “You got a match. I mean I got a match. And she already sent you a message. Her name is Amber Davis.”

  His heart picked up speed. “Twent
y years old?”

  “Right. May 29th in Columbus, Ohio. And get a load of this...”

  “What?” he asked sharply.

  “She’s a sophomore at Duke.”

  Goosebumps stood up on his arms. “You’re kidding.”

  “No. Here, I’ll read the message she sent you.

  Dear...I’m not sure what to call you. Dr. Daniels? Todd? Dad?

  Thank you for registering so I could find you. I’m not sure why I wanted to find you, or what I’m looking for. I guess it would just be nice to understand what the history was with my birth. I want you to know that I’ve had a wonderful, happy life. My mom and dad loved me with their whole hearts and gave me every opportunity I could have hoped for growing up—dance lessons, piano, summer camps, you name it. I am now a sophomore at Duke University, studying astronomy.

  If you wouldn’t mind just letting me know the circumstances around my birth, I would appreciate it. You don’t have to reveal the identity of my mother, if she chooses not to be found.

  Again, thank you for registering and best regards,

  Amber

  He blinked rapidly, his eyes burning. “Wow,” he said, when he had recovered his breath. “Wow.”

  “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”

  He realized, vaguely, that they had switched roles, with Lucy becoming calm and collected while his emotions careened out of control. “Yeah.”

  “I will write back and let her know you’re coming to Durham today. Maybe we can get together with her tonight.”

  His mind buzzed, his feelings too strong to even understand. He listened to her efficient typing thinking vaguely this would be the benefit of marriage. One partner buoying the other, coaxing each other into the things they most wanted. The things that terrified them. Each bringing their strengths to the relationship and blending to make an indivisible whole.

  “Lucy,” he choked.

  She looked up inquisitively.

  “I love you.”

  She went soft on him, leaning across to nuzzle her head against his chest, though she didn’t reply.

  He wondered if she felt the same way. Perhaps they weren’t ready to be engaged. Things had gone too fast, after all, and he wouldn’t have broached it yet, it except for the interview. Maybe he should put his job search on hold for at least another year, to give them time to decide whether their relationship could work long-term.