Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  I follow the instructions given to me by the head Mistress overseeing the auction albeit on shaky knees. I’m not practiced in the lifestyle of BDSM but I know of it. My curiosity is piqued, but I’m also nervous because from what I learned handing over control to another is required, and that’s something I don’t know I’m willing to do. I also know this club caters to both who practice and those who don’t with any judgment for either, and that knowledge relaxes my nerves a fraction.

  I do my best to stand as the other girls who’ve done this before taught me with a regal posture. My white robe drapes over my shoulders while I stand positioned with my back to the door in the private room of the bidder who purchased me for the evening. I couldn’t make out much of who he was from the stage with the huge spotlight in my face. Through the brightness, I garnered he was a tall man in a dark suit or tuxedo with well-built shoulders and a voice that sounded rough around the fringes. But I can’t help but liken the deep baritone to Blackthorne’s. All of my brain cells were too freaked out to pay too much attention to any more details.

  I sigh. There I go again. Thinking about him when I need to focus on me.

  I will not let my mind go to him. I clamp my hands in front of me and twine and untwine my fingers as I wait.

  I suck in a lungful of air and feel less likely to faint.

  I’m really doing this. Ohhhh…what have I done? What if whoever plunked down the staggering amount of money for me is a serial killer? For fifty thousand dollars there’s no way he just wants to sit and chat about the weather.

  I mentally shake myself. Get a hold of yourself. I want this. And I want someone that will take my body, make me feel, make me know what it is to be a woman and love life again.

  And forget, I remind myself. Make me forget I ever met, desired and craved one Gideon Blackthorne.

  Grr…I have this all backward. I’m doing this for the money. Nothing more.

  I glance nervously around the room. Plush black carpet is beneath my feet and there’s a large bed on a raised platform directly across from a large mirror, which makes the room look twice the already ample size. A fireplace holds down the far wall and a tasteful chandelier throws a warm golden light over the room.

  Everything else is done in red tones. From the sheets to the leather of the sofa. I step up to the large mirror and smooth over a few strands of hair that have slipped out from the waist-length braid draped over my shoulder. I check my makeup and find the glossy pink tinge a girl helped me with still intact.

  Beside the mirror, a black electric switch catches my eyes. Not knowing what else to do, I hit it.

  I gasp at what I see on the other side of the obvious two-way mirror.

  A delightful orgy. Across from this room are others with mirrors all pointed facing the spectacle. A room made especially for anyone into voyeurism.

  Fascinating.

  My heart rate spikes, and I feel warm inside watching a man display his woman on a table like a feast. Her berry pink nipples jut skyward, and her beautiful porcelain skin looks divine. Two more men join in, and I look on as she spreads her legs for one man while another guides his massive cock to her lips, and her hand wraps around yet another. Each look like they are in pure bliss. She seems hungry to please and be pleasured.

  I drag my attention away to a busty redheaded woman who looks model-worthy, her head dropped back and her mouth gaped open in pleasure. She is standing with padded ropes around her ankles and wrists, holding her body open. A man with glistening muscles sinks his long, rigid cock into her rear while another licks her pussy off. Beautiful nipple clamps dangle from her breasts, and I can’t look away. I don’t take to counting, but there must be a dozen participants with a new member coming in every so often.

  All wear a mask of some sort and seem to live in only this moment.

  Every little detail hits my radar, and I hunger to know that kind of freedom. Hot liquid pools between my thighs, and I can feel the material of my thong soak through. My breasts grow heavy as I struggle to decide who I want to watch more.

  I hear a snick of a lock behind me but don’t turn around. One last instruction from the headmistress was to keep my back facing the door when my bidder entered per his instructions. But it’s not easy.

  I’m still in shock at what I’m seeing, so when who I assume is my bidder speaks, I gasp. Honestly, anything above a whisper on my heightened senses right now is more than I can bear.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asks in a wondering, low tone.

  My eyes skip around, unable to focus on just one scene. Every moan, cry and sound of leather against skin has my nipples hardening and body flushing, my panties growing wet. If my mystery man were to touch me, he’d find me dripping with need.

  “Do they know we’re watching?” I ask in a hushed, amazed tone.

  “That is the point, yes.”

  I shudder, feeling his nearness, my pussy clenching with need as the redhead takes a man between her legs.

  I move to turn.

  “No,” he states flatly in a tone that makes me stop to obey his husked command.

  “Keep watching. Drink it all in. We have all night.”

  A few seconds pass when I feel a kiss on the base of my neck right below my ear as his fingers gently trail the outline of my shoulders.

  “Do you want to drop your robe for me? Show see how aroused you are. I can smell your juices and can imagine how wet those beautiful thighs must be.”

  His voice is a deep, provocative rumble next to my ear. His body heat touches mine, and I shudder. The scent of his cologne teases my senses, and I take in a greedy lungful. He smells of winter nights by the fire and spices. Leather and lust.

  I hold the ties of my robe between my fingers. “Do you want to know my name, first?” Not my real name but the one I was given for the evening’s activities. I hold back the nervous stammer, wanting to make me sound like the inexperienced college girl that I desperately want to shed.

  “I already know your name.”

  “Oh.” I guess that is true. “Then yours, sir.”

  “No other name than yours is needed tonight, Lily.”

  That told me everything I needed to know about how tonight would play out, and I was totally okay with that.

  I drop my robe in a puddle of white at my feet and instantly feel the blazing trail of his gaze on my bare legs as he drags it up and over the naked globes of my ass.

  He’s behind me in a couple of steps and I try to catch his reflection in the two-way mirror, but a black mask covers the little of what I can see.

  I gasp when he slips a finger beneath the strip of my thong snugly buried between my ass cheeks and tugs with enough pressure to make me gasp.

  I groan from the pressure against my throbbing clit and suck in another lungful of air, taking his scent right along with it.

  Intoxicating.

  Crackling leather catches my attention, and I pry my eyelids open to see a woman with luscious ebony skin stretched out on an X-frame, taking a light flogging across her breasts. Mine own ache and I can’t peel my eyes away from the completely erotic scene.

  My mystery man steps away and I can feel cool air replaces the space he occupied at my back. Looking over my shoulder I see him shed his jacket.

  “Places your hands on the glass and spread your legs for me sweetness.”

  Behind me I can feel the searing, hot ridge of his cock pressed against my ass. I rotate my hips just a little and get a better feel and now I’m wishing he was as naked as I am.

  “I...I’ve never done this kind of thing before,” I whisper.

  “Then all the better for me.” He pauses. “You only need to give the word and I will see you home safely.”

  I shake my head. My emotions are all over the place. And that voice, just close enough to be Blackthorne’s that if I close my eyes it doesn’t take much to imagine him standing behind me. That it’s him running the tips of his fingers over my heated skin and him kissing the slight slope
of my neck.

  I lean back into his arms, letting my head rest on his shoulder.

  “No. I want to be here,” I say. And whatever that makes me in the eyes of whoever wants to pass judgment can say what they want. I’m taking for me if only for one night. Who is it hurting?

  On the way here with Amber, I half expected the man I ended up with to be a sophisticated prick who stunk of privilege, arrogance and to lord his dominance over me. I only get one of those things right. He’s rich obviously. But there’s nothing about this man that makes me think he’s an arrogant prick.

  Dominate? Now that’s another thing altogether. I shiver with the pleasure of that thought. Just in how he speaks, I can tell he’s a man that likes control and gets what he wants.

  “Can they see us?” I ask. A question that should have dawned on me much earlier than now.

  “Only if you want them to.”

  “No.”

  He chuckles softly. “Good, I want to have you all to myself this evening. You’ll find I don’t share too well. What is mine stays that way.” He flicks a switch and the two-way mirror shifts to reflect us.

  The image of the masked man behind me floods into view, and I get a crystal-clear image of dark, penetrating eyes, dark hair and a beautiful mouth.

  He takes both my hands and guides them to the glass. “Without moving your hands, spread your legs for me.”

  The heel of my stilettos raises me to the level of his chin. His hands glide down my outstretched arms, gently over my sides as he circles to stand in front of me. Holding my gaze, he reaches for the front of my thong and the second his fingers find his target, his chest heaves with a growl.

  He falls to his knees, dips his thumbs into the band of my G-string and peels back the soaked-through silk from my drenched folds, and I groan. Out of embarrassment, but more out of need.

  I glance down my body to see a smile on his lips as he lowers the material over my thighs and helps me step from them.

  Bare to him, he positions my legs wide enough where my freshly shaved pink folds are slightly parted and the bud of my clit peaks out.

  I can feel myself growing wetter. He peels open my pussy lips and blows hot air over the sensitive bud.

  I cry out, gasping for air at the sudden shock. So absorbed in how he’s making me feel, I drop my hands to the top of his head, burying my fingers into the luscious locks.

  He looks up at me through his mask, with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Someone has a hard time obeying orders.”

  Did his voice just dip lower? Girl cum slips from my opening, and I know he sees what his words do to me. He leans forward and gathers my juices on his tongue, gliding the tip through my folds and over my needy clit.

  I gasp and my breaths now come in shallow pants. I can’t begin to process how turned on I am right now, and I don’t try. I let the feelings wash over me, riding them like the expert surfer I’m not. My heavy breasts quiver and the small movement must have drawn his attention because he’s behind me now, wrapping his thick arm around my waist. One tug and I’m in his embrace.

  With my body pressed against his hard chest, he traces circles around the top of my breasts, his cock hard in the crease of my ass. I shimmy, raising my arm back to wind around his neck, my fingers in his hair again.

  Slowly he begins to peel away the glittery white pasty positioned over the sensitive peak. “Oh,” I gasp, as the last bit is pulled away from my skin, loving the delicious torture.

  Using two fingers, he takes the jutted tip and applies just enough pressure to have my knees give, but his strong arm is there to catch me.

  He repeats the same to my other nipple, and I press my thighs together.

  He licks and kisses his way down my back, stopping at my ass. I cry out when he sinks his teeth into the plump flesh, marking me. His growl of possession or appreciation has me whimpering as I turn to look at him over my shoulder.

  Hands on my hips, he turns me around as he kisses his way back up my naked body until my nipples fall prey to his delectable seductions. I can feel my entire body coming alive with each caress, kiss, and bite.

  I want more. My hands slip over my stomach, and I gasp when my nails scrape against my hypersensitive skin.

  Warm lips wrap around the candy-hard tips and I thrust my chest forward, my head falling back. If I’m close to coming now, I can’t wait to have him claim my untouched body.

  He releases one nipple and devours the other as I find my clit with my fingers. I circle the bundle of nerves and cry out as my first orgasm hits hard and fast with the force of a hurricane.

  He groans around my nipple and I’m in his arms, swept off my feet and splayed out on the softest bed I’ve ever been in before my orgasm has had a chance to ebb.

  I’m breathing heavy as my whole-body quivers and trembles from the aftershocks.

  “Roll over and get on your knees, show me what I own.”

  I do as I’m ordered, uncaring of the deeper meaning behind his words, thrusting my ass into the air. My body is on the edge of another release just with his eyes on me. He reaches out and strokes the length of my back, tracing the delicate lines of the tattoo running the length of my spine.

  “Beautiful,” he murmurs softly.

  I arch into the touch, gasping in shock when he dips between my cheeks, circling my back entrance with teasing strokes.

  He leans over me, and for the briefest of moments, the same feeling of being close to Professor Blackthorne comes over me.

  “One last chance to say no.”

  I’m torn between wanting this man for the way he makes me feel and letting myself fall into a fantasy of pretending it Blackthorne’s hands and lips on me.

  He’s licking and nipping one side of my ass before moving to the other, his expert hands working the flesh.

  I can’t say no even if I wanted.

  “Wait, don’t I need a safe word?”

  “Not tonight, but I need to hear the words from those beautiful lips.”

  I whimper. Heat blazes across my face at the reminder of why I’m here, but I shove it away. “Take me. Give me the same pleasure all those women felt under their men.”

  He doesn’t bother stepping away to shed the rest of his clothing. He’s just as hungry for me as I am him. The hiss of his zipper hits my ears, and I turn to watch him roll a condom over his throbbing, swollen cock. His eyes are on my most intimate of parts, and I reach under me to play with my clit.

  “Good girl, keep playing with yourself as I fuck that beautiful pussy with my tongue.”

  I didn’t have time to acknowledge his words. He digs his fingers into the plumpness of my ass cheeks and slips his tongue in my virgin cunt as I work my clit. I can feel the ache of my climax forming.

  He begins to finger my pulsing pussy, working me, tearing me away from reality, and I willingly let the man I want to be the man I truly desire have all of me.

  “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.” My mystery date, the man who is working my body as if he’s dreamed about having me under him, comes to kneel behind me, and I press into his hands as he drags the fat head of his heavy cock through my juices. Poised at my needy entrance, he pushes the head into my tight, virgin channel. My fingers knot into the crimson sheets, and I bury my face in the fine material.

  His fingers work the flesh of my ass. “God, just the head and you’re already impossibly tight.”

  I’m on my back before I can protest. Surprised, my eyelids shoot open to find a pair of dark eyes staring down at me. His muscles bunch and flex under my palms as he leans his massive body over me, his shirt buttoned to the top. I reach for them wanting all of him touching all of me.

  “No,” he commands. “This is about you.”

  My legs fall open, and he pushes to kneel between them, his beautiful thick cock in his hand. With long strokes he works the full length, and I can see hot ropes of cum spill into the condom.

  Oh my God, that is hot as hell.

  But he’s
not done. Nope. Like a pressure valve, he only released a little, and believe it or not, from the looks of it he’s harder than before, and I want him in me.

  “Now, I need you now.” The burn of another orgasm has grown inside me like an inferno and if he doesn’t do something about it fast, I am going to spontaneously combust.

  “Look at me, my sweet Lily.” I open my eyes to find the man poised over me, regarding me with such an intense look that I can’t look away.

  He takes my ankles in his large, strong hands, and I take his cock and press the fat, throbbing head to my aching pussy. “Take me.”

  “I’m sorry for this, sweetness.”

  He sinks every inch in, my walls clenching around him. Eagerly and hungrily, my body opens for him with only a slight sting of pain as I feel his balls hit my ass and he takes my virginity.

  Chapter Five

  Gideon

  I still above her. I knew she was a virgin and there was no getting past the pain I had to cause her, but I’m a fucking demon walking the earth for what I’ve just done.

  My plan fell to the floor in ashes the second I saw her standing in my private room in that white as fresh snow silk robe. Something in me snapped and seeing her eyes glitter like gems in fascination over the frolicking of the other members had my possessive side craving things I knew better than to see through. Like telling her who had bought her for the evening and fucking her senseless anyway. I only intended to watch and observe and after the show send her on her way with her earning—and her virginity.

  End of night. No talking. No looking and definitely no fucking.

  And what did I do? I shattered everything I swore not to do and now I’m balls deep inside my student’s virgin pussy, and I don’t have the strength to walk away like I should.

  “You belong to me now.” I state coolly. Something I have no right to utter, but I do and I mean every last word.