Chapter 23 I Deserve Punishment
Iva’s P.O.V.
A Week Later
It’s been days since our first dinner and the night we slept together, and I still can’t get it out of my mind. It felt like heaven. His arms were the safest place I’ve ever been. The night I slept in them was the most peaceful night of my life.
Now, we go out more often, and he always books the entire place—a private movie screening, an empty museum, a secluded park. Wherever we go, he ensures our secret stays safe.
In the past few days, I’ve become sure, I’m falling for Will. The way he takes care of me after every session. He is dominant, but he always listens to me when I ask for something. I never imagined I’d find a Master like him, so wild, so strict, yet so gentle and caring. Who wouldn’t fall for him? He is... I don’t even have the words.
But a few questions keep running through my mind: Does he feel the same for me? And will anyone ever accept a relationship between a professor and her student?
These thoughts swirl through my mind as I lie in Will’s arms in one of the private rooms at the BDSM club, panting after our session.
“Will, what do you think, what is between us?” I finally gather the courage to ask, breaking the silence.
I don’t know if I’m ready to hear those three words I’ve been holding in. I’m scared of what might happen to us.
He gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and looks into my eyes. “I don’t know what it is… but whatever it is, I’m not letting it go, Professor. Not at any cost.”
Neither do I. Never. Ever.
“But… how much longer can we go on like this? You’re my student. And you’re eight years younger.” I look at him, clueless.
“Do you think I care about that?” He raises his brows.
“But—”
He shushes me, placing his finger on my lips. “No more discussions, Iva. I don’t care if you’re my professor. All I know is, you’re mine. And I’ll never let you go.”
“Will, what if—”
He again cuts my words.
“I said no more discussion on this. Don’t you get it?” His tone turns grim and his eyes darker.
I know he’s back in his master mode, but he has to hear me out. He can’t keep dodging this conversation forever.
“We need to talk…”
“Professor, on your knees. Now.” His voice is so commanding that I don’t even think about disobeying. I immediately slide off the bed and kneel on the floor without a question.
No matter what, I always completely submit myself to him when he orders me like this. I’m not complaining, because I like to give my control to him. It turns me on and satisfies me.
He rises, walks to the drawers, and pulls something out, but hides it in his pocket before I can see what it is.
He approaches me. “Professor, you disobeyed me today. Do you know what you deserve?” His voice is filled with anger, and his eyes are blazing. My body trembles under his dark gaze, but I still want to talk about that.
“You can’t keep running from this, Will. We have to talk—”
Before I can complete my sentence, he grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head back, shocking me. His other hand wraps tightly around my throat. “I asked you a question. Do you want me to spank you fifty times with the cane?”
His words and his actions send a direct twitch between my legs. Fuck! His dominance over me drives me crazy in a way I can’t explain. It’s so amazing.
“I deserve punishment, Master,” I answer, struggling to breathe as his grip tightens. When I should be scared of his anger, his control only makes me wetter.
“Yes.” A devilish smile spreads across his face. “And now, I’ll punish them.” He releases my throat and slides his fingers to my nipples. As he caresses them, my breath deepens.
“With this.” He adds, pulling out nipple clamps from his pocket.
God! My nipples are already sensitive from our session. He had spanked my tits nonstop with a flogger while fucking me. Now clamps. Fuck! Will always keep testing my limit.
And I always show him and myself that I’m limitless when he is in control.
“But first, let me tie you up.” His deep voice sends a fresh wave of heat between my legs.
He walks to the drawer again and pulls out the thick rope, the same one that always leaves red marks on my wrists for hours. He makes me sit up straighter on my knees as he crouches behind me, and then loops the rope around my arms. He expertly binds my arms behind my back and tugs the final knot tightly.
Then, he comes back in front of me. His dark gaze locks on my breasts. He doesn't say a word, just reaches out and pinches one of my nipples sharply, making me hiss.
“Still so sensitive. Perfect.” He smirks, fastening the clamps onto my swollen peaks without any warning.
I cry out. “Fuck!”
The pain shoots through me like fire, but it also makes me dripping wet. My thighs rub together automatically, desperate for friction.
“Tell me. How does it feel, Professor?” He tugs lightly on the chain that connects the clamps. I gasp again, harder. My back arches from the sensation.
“It hurts… so much…” I pant, writhing on my knees. “But it feels so fucking good. Please… don’t stop.”
A dark chuckle escapes his mouth. “You say you want to talk... But all I see is a slut who begs for more pain.”
Then he pulls the chain hard, making me scream.
Holy fuck! His dirty words almost make me cum. He knows how much I love the mix of pain and pleasure, and his filthy words.
His punishments always drive me crazy.
He steps closer and tilts my chin up. “Let’s see how much that disobedient mouth of yours can handle.”
His cock is erect, the head glistening. He presses it against my lips.
“Open.”
I obey without question like always, parting my lips as wide as I can.
He grips the chain of the clamps in one hand, and with the other, he guides my head. Slowly at first. Then deeper. And deeper.
I moan around his shaft, eyes rolling back.
And then, crack!
A sudden sting hits my exposed pussy. My eyes fly wide open.
He’s picked up the crop from the table and begins spanking me while I suck him.
Again.
And again.
Each strike syncs with the pace of his thrusts into my mouth.
The sharp pain from the crop mixes with the helplessness, and it drives me absolutely insane.
His cock pushes deep down my throat, making me gag and my eyes are getting moist, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to be saved.
I want this.
I want him.
I want to please him and take whatever he wants to give me.
He growls. “You wanted to talk, Professor? Let’s have a conversation with your mouth full.”
The next thrust is brutal. My saliva is dripping down my chin, my nipples scream with pain from the clamps, and my clit throbs with each lash.
But, I'm still taking more.
And that means something.
It means I can take it.
It means I’m limitless… when he’s the one giving me pleasure, ruining me, or punishing me.