Chapter 30 Reward
Will’s P.O.V.
I stop the torture and drop the duster on the floor. Her tied body is trembling, sweat is glistening on her skin, and her watery eyes are filled with frustration and need.
“Will you ever sit with any student again?” I ask, taking off the tape from her mouth.
“No, Master,” she responds, panting.
I think I’ve punished her hard today… harder than I should have. Especially when it wasn’t even her fault. She sat with that guy for me, to comply with my order. But when I saw her leg brush his under the table… something in me snapped. Possessiveness took over. I just couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else feeling even the smallest part of her.
Damn! This woman drives me crazy in every possible way.
Now watching her bound and breathless, I know it’s time to give my professor what she’s earned. Her reward for obeying me during the lecture and taking her punishment so beautifully.
“It’s time for your reward, Professor.” As I say, her eyes instantly lit up.
Iva loves being punished, but even more than that, she loves the reward that comes after.
I step closer and carefully unclip the binder clamps from her nipples, making her hiss at the sudden rush of blood back into them. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, and I’m getting hard for her.
I bend down, take one peaked nipple into my mouth, and suck it hard after rolling my tongue over it. She moans deep in her throat and her body strains toward me despite the restraints.
I trail my hand down between her thighs and slip my fingers into her sore pussy. I curl them upward, finding her sweet spot immediately, and begin thrusting my fingers into her, hard and fast.
“Fuck… Master…” as she moans, her head falls back against the wall.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her breast. “Take it. Every stroke is mine.”
Her hips try to buck, but with one leg bound, she can only grind helplessly against my hand. I keep the pace relentless, building her up faster than she can prepare for.
When her legs start to shake, I pull my fingers out, unfasten the restraint from her leg, and step back just long enough to shove my jeans down. My cock is already hard, throbbing with the need to be inside her.
I grip her hips and press forward, rubbing myself against her slick entrance. “Do you want to feel me inside your little hole?”
“Yes… I’m dying for it.” She breathes, almost begging.
I fist her hair, pulling her head back, so our eyes lock. “Yes, what?”
“Yes… Master.” Her voice trembles with longing.
That’s all I need to hear. I drive into her in one hard thrust, her walls gripping me like they’ve been waiting all day. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, clinging to me as I thrust deeper, harder. With every movement, she is clenching her tied hands above her head.
Her head falls forward on my shoulder and small cries leave her lips with every thrust. I slam into her again and again, gripping her ass to pull her tighter against me, reminding her with every moment that she is mine.
“Say it,” I order in her ear. “Say who you belong to.”
“You, Master. I belong to you only,” she moans, clenching around me.
I drive into her until she’s shaking, until her cries turn into screams muffled against my neck, until I feel her shatter in my arms.
And only then do I let go, spilling deep inside her, holding her against me like I never want to let go.
Fuck! I love this woman. She is my drug. My one and only addiction.
Now, we’re lying naked, tangled in each other’s arms at my place. Her head rests on my chest and her fingers trace circles over my skin. This moment is the best, so peaceful. When I cuddle like this with Iva, I feel out of the world.
The skin-to-skin touch makes everything else fade away, as if the entire world exists only in this quiet moment.
I press my lips against her hair, inhaling her scent, before finally asking the question that’s been bothering me. “Iva… I hope I didn’t cross the limit today. I was… I wasn’t in my senses. I know it wasn’t your fault and—”
I’m about to apologise again, but she silences me with her mouth on mine.
She devours my lips, clutching my hair, and then pulls back.
“I love to get punished by you, Will,” she whispers against my mouth, fixing her eyes on me and caressing my stubble. “You’ll never hurt me, I know that. And if there’s ever something I don’t like, I’ll stop you. I promise.”
Her words give me relief.
This woman is completely my type. Every time I look at her, I wonder how I got so lucky with her.
I roll on top of her, bracing myself on my elbows as I look down at her. The dim light frames her face, and I swear she’s never looked more beautiful. My hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing over her lips.
“Oh, Professor… you’re amazing,” I say in a husky tone.
Her lips curl into a smile, her hands sliding up my back as I grind myself against her. I’m about to sink into her warmth again when we hear the shrill ding-dong of the doorbell.
I freeze, my forehead resting against hers.
“Fuck!” I curse under my breath.
She laughs, the sound like music. “It must be the food delivery. Go.”
I groan and bury my face in her neck. “I swear I’m going to punish you for pushing me away like this, Professor.”
She shoves at me lightly, giggling. “Okay, first go. I’m starving.”
I lift my head, narrowing my eyes in mock warning. “You’re going to regret this.”
“Maybe, but right now, go get my food.”
I wink. “Yes… ma’am.”
After sliding off the bed, I tug on my jeans quickly, but not before leaning down to press a quick, hungry kiss against her lips. She hums against my mouth, and I know the second I get back, food or not, she won’t escape me.
“Don’t move. I’ll be back to finish what I started.” I instruct her before heading to the door, and she laughs.