Chapter 74 Celebration Night
Iva’s P.O.V.
The ice dildo is suddenly ripped away from my core. I let out a gasp and my body jolts against the table as the sudden absence of the frozen pressure leaves me feeling hollow.
Suddenly, I feel a searing, liquid heat splashing directly onto my folds.
I scream into the open air, my hips bucking frantically. "Will!"
"Your pussy looks so hot with the marks of my wax, Professor.” I feel more drops, one, two, three, landing on my clit and my labia. It’s an agonisingly beautiful sting. I can’t see a thing, but I can smell the vanilla of the candle and feel the heavy throb of my own pulse against the hardening wax.
This session is unlike anything we’ve ever done. The combination of the deep-seated chill still radiating from my inside and the burning wax on the outside is driving me insane.
Whack!
The flogger bites into my crotch. I shriek and the impact shatters the wax. The pain is sharp, but it sends a jolt of fire through my entire nervous system.
"You like it, don't you, bitch?"
"Yes... Master! Thank you... thank you for this," I sob out, feeling the mix of pleasure and pain as he continues to hit me.
I hear the flogger hit the floor with a thud. Then, I feel his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them even wider against the table's edge. Before I can catch my breath, his tongue is there. He licks the remaining flakes of wax away, his mouth hot. He sucks my clit while his fingers, two, then three, thrust into my pussy with a brutal, fast rhythm.
"Will... oh god, Master!" I come hard. My back arches so high I think I might break and my screams echo through the apartment as the first orgasm of the night shatters me.
It’s so fucking intense.
I’m still shaking, coming down from the peak, when I feel the ropes being removed. I’m loose, but I’m too weak to move. Will doesn't give me a choice. He grabs me by the waist and hauls me off the table. I stumble, my heels clicking weakly on the floor, until he bends me over the arm of the leather sofa.
I’m disoriented, the blindfold still pressing against my eyes. I can feel the leather against my stomach.
"Will—" He doesn't let me finish and without a word of warning, he enters me from behind.
I cry out, digging my fingers into the leather. He’s huge, filling the void the ice left behind with his searing hardness. He isn't being gentle, he’s fucking me with a raw hunger that tells me exactly how much he’s been holding back. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back.
Spank! His hand lands on my ass, and I feel the sofa slide forward an inch with the force of his next thrust.
"You’re mine, Iva.” He pulls out and thrusts again, going deeper. “In the classroom, in this house, in every hole you have." With his every word, he fucks me harder.
He pulls out abruptly. I whimper, reaching back for him, but then I feel something wet and warm, his spit, slicking the entrance of my tiny asshole.
He presses his thumb in first to stretch me before he drives himself home.
He doesn't stay there long. He pulls out and slides back into my pussy, then switches again, over and over, driving me into a frenzy. I’m lost in the rhythm, the blindfold making every transition feel like a new explosion of sensation. I’m his Professor, his desperate bitch, and tonight, he’s making sure I never forget it.
Will’s P.O.V.
I’ve got my hand buried in her hair, pulling her head back as I hammer into her from behind. The sofa slides across the floor with every deep, rhythmic thrust.
I reach around and grab the rose gold leash before pulling it tight, forcing her back to arch even more.
"Look at you, Professor,” I whisper in her ear. Although, I know she can’t see under the blindfold, I want her to visualise it. "Naked, branded with my name, dripping with champagne, and being used like a whore on my furniture."
“Oh.. God, Master. Please don’t stop.”
I don't. I switch one more time and slide back into her tight, trembling ass, causing her to scream again.
I pull her off the sofa, keeping her on her feet even though her legs are like jelly. I lead her by the leash back to the full-length mirror. I stand behind her, pressing my chest to her back, and reach up to slowly untie the blindfold.
"Open your eyes, Iva. Look at what you’ve become for me."
Her eyelids flutter open and she looks at herself in the mirror, flushed, messy, and wearing that elegant rose gold choker that marks her as mine. She looks like a woman who has been thoroughly claimed, and the sight of her own submission seems to trigger something deep inside her.
"I look... I look like completely yours," she smiles, her hands coming up to cover mine where they rest on her waist. “And I love it.”
"Yes, you’re mine,” I confirm, my hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her back against my hardness. "And tomorrow, when you walk into Ravenport, when you stand in front of those students and they see this jewellery, they’ll think you’re just a professor. But you’ll know. You’ll feel the weight of this 'W' against your pulse and you'll remember exactly how you spent your celebration night."
After turning her around, as I lift her, she wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, hooking her black heels behind my back. I carry her toward the bed.
It’s time for some aftercare now.