Chapter 16 On Your Knees
Iva’s P.O.V.
Will untie my thong slowly and hurl it.
Then, after kneeling behind me, he sucks my burning butt and squeezes the other one. I moan in pleasure.
As he stands behind me, I hear the familiar sound of his zipper opening and the rustle of his clothes falling away.
And I know exactly what’s coming next.
He pulls the rope from my back, stretching my hair painfully, but the hurt turns to pleasure as he slams into me from behind, hard and deep, burying his full length inside.
I scream as he begins thrusting roughly. The classroom echoes with the sounds of our bodies colliding, moans, groans, skin against skin, and the desk creaking beneath us.
“Getting ruined by your student’s cock in your own classroom…” he pants. “And no one has a clue how needy their professor really is.”
“I’m the only one who knows what you crave. I’m the only one who can give it to you. And fuck, I feel lucky.” He pulls out slowly, leaving just the tip inside, making me whimper.
He slams back in, again and again, teasing me, tormenting me, savouring every second of this.
Then he speeds up, digging his nails into my waist. A knot builds in my stomach. I can feel his dick throbbing inside me, we’re both so close to climax. He pulls the rope again and presses my body down hard on the desk.
With one final deep thrust, we both cum together.
He falls on me, and we both are panting heavily. “You’ve taken your punishment so well, Professor. I must say, I’m impressed.” His words brings a weak smile on my face.
After a minute, he begins to untie me slowly and gently. First my wrists. Then my ankles.
He rubs my sore shoulders, then pulls out a small jar of ointment from his bag and carefully applies it to my red, burning buttocks. His fingers are tender and soothing. Every touch makes me melt deeper into the desk.
I love how he dominates me, but the way he takes care of me afterwards? That’s what I love even more.
He pulls me up slowly from the desk, brushes my hair back, and places my glasses on my nose. “You look even more beautiful after being completely ruined by your student.”
I blush, still trying to catch my breath.
Then he steps back slightly with a stern look on his face. The way he changes his personality within a second, it’s incredible.
“But I’m not done with you yet.”
My eyes widen at his words.
“Get on your knees. Now.” His voice is so authoritative that without a second thought, I drop to my knees before him, my heart pounding.
God! Why does submitting to Will, my student, the boy who is so younger than me, excite me so much?
I must say giving in to my desire is completely worth it. I’m not regretting it for even a single second.
Will’s P.O.V.
Fuck.
The moment I’ve been waiting for since the first time my eyes landed on Iva… is finally here.
She’s on her knees in front of me, lips parted. Looking up through those glasses with complete submission in her eyes like she was made for this.
God, she looks even hotter than I ever imagined. And I’ve visualised this, every damn day for the past month.
I wanted to make her kneel last night, and I almost did. But I held back. I needed it to happen like this. The way I saw it in my head, her in those glasses.
And now… finally, it’s real.
I slowly circle her, savouring every angle of this picture, engraving it deep into my mind. Her chest rising and falling with anticipation. Her trembling lips. Her eyes, burning with desire and submission.
God! I’m so hard again.
“You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to see you like this. Every second of the day, I thought about this. About you.” I stop in front of her and lean before lifting her chin with two fingers. “The wait was worth every second.”
She doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t need to.
I take off her glasses gently, fold them, set them aside like something precious, because they’re. Everything touches her, becomes a treasure to me.
Then I crash my lips onto hers.
I kiss her. Not gently. Not sweetly. But passionately and roughly, exactly the way we both like. One hand buries in her hair, and the other moves to her tits, squeezing her like I’m staking a claim.
God! I’m already loving her soft boobs.
She moans against my lips and lifts her arms before wrapping them around my neck.
I break the kiss instantly.
“Don’t touch me.” I grab her throat, glaring at her. “Not until I say so. Understand?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods quickly.
My grip tightens, just a little. “I need words, Professor.”
As she responds, her voice shakes, “Yes, Master. I understand.”
A satisfied smile spreads across my face as I release her throat and rise to full height. “Good girl.”
She is breathless now, waiting. Trembling on her knees.
Exactly where she belongs.
“Now. Open your mouth.”
She obeys without question, lips parting in perfect silence.
I smirk, eyes darkening as I step closer and point at my hard dick. “Please your Master like the good little submissive you are.”
She leans in slowly like she wants me to feel every second of her submission. Her hands stay behind her back, just the way I like it.
She’s so damn obedient. A perfect submissive. I love it.
The heat of her breath hits my skin, and I hiss through my teeth. She licks the tip before spitting on my dick and taking me in her mouth in such a slow motion that it drives me crazy.
God, she’s good. Too damn good.
I throw my head back in pleasure as she begins to bob her head.
Fuck! Her warm mouth feels so damn incredible.
And how hot she’s looking right now is inexpressible. Her lips wrapped around my dick, her eyes fixed on me, saliva dropping down her mouth, and her hands placed behind her back in complete submission.
My hand shoots into her hair, gripping tight. Her mouth stills, lips parting in anticipation. I tilt her head up to face me fully. “You like submitting to your student this much, Professor?"
She nods slowly, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. “I've never..." she breathes, "never felt like this before."
"Like what?"
Her voice trembles, but it’s honest. "Like I belong to someone. Like I'm safe… even while I’m being completely destroyed."
That. That right there. I feel something in my heart. Because this isn’t just about dominance only. This is about trust. Pure trust she’s never given anyone else.
And she’s given it to me.
I release her hair and brush my thumb across her lips. “You do belong to someone now.” I take a pause and add, “to me.”
“Yes, Master. I belong to you.” She answers, making me grin.
“Now continue your job and you can use your hands.”
“As you say, Master.”
And then she pleases me like no other woman has before. She’s so amazing.