Chapter 105: The Master’s Lesson

Iva’s P.O.V.

The dominance in Will's tone sends a different kind of shiver down my spine. I feel the spark of my submissive side flickering back to life, a part of me I thought the tragedy had killed.

I love this side of him. It’s the only thing that lets me truly forget the pain.

"Will..." I try to thrust my hips against him, but he holds me in a tight grip.

"Did you hear me?" He leans forward and brushes his lips against my ear. "I’m in control of your body right now."

"Yes." I moan as he gives a sudden thrust.

"Yes, what?" He spanks my butt hard with one hand while the other grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

He begins to thrust again in a slow rhythm. He hits the perfect spot over and over, pushing me right to the edge and then slowing down just as I’m about to break. He is torturing me in the most beautiful way. The grief that was a heavy stone in my chest is being replaced by a desperate need.

"Please," I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. My body is screaming, my walls pulsing around him, begging for the release that stays just out of reach. "Master, please... It’s too much. I want to cum."

"It’s exactly what you need.” His pace picks up into hard, rhythmic strikes that make the car rock. Every thrust is making me alive, and reminding me that I belong to him.

I am shaking, my vision blurring. I dig my nails into the headrest. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. I want to shatter.

"Can I cum, Master?" I beg. Every cell in my body is pleading for it.

"No! You can't," he commands in his cruel voice. He shifts his grip, moving his hand to my throat, forcing me to maintain eye contact as he pounds into me. "It’s enough of you cumming without my permission. Today, you will cum when I say."

I sob, but it isn’t sadness. It’s surrender. By denying me the end, he makes me focus entirely on him. The monster’s face is gone. The staff room is gone. There is only Will.

"Don't you dare cum.” His own control fraying as I squeeze him. "And don't close your eyes."

He grabs both my heels, pushing them up to give him a better angle for hard, downward shots. It’s becoming impossible to obey. The fire in my veins is unbearable. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in a circular motion with great vigour.

"Will, please! I'm going to cum! Please let me, Master!" I beg, clutching his shoulders.

"When I say yes, then only you can, Professor."

I try. I try so hard to stay on that ledge. But the combination of his deep thrusts and that expert friction is too much. My body betrays my will. With a strangled cry, I shatter, my head falling back as waves of intense pleasure wash over me.

There is complete silence. I’m panting against his neck, my body still shivering. I know I messed up.

"Oh, my bad Professor. You disobeyed your Master."

"I'm sorry,” I respond. “I couldn't control it. It was too much."

"I think you forgot who is in control here, Professor. But don't worry," he interrupts in his dark and authoritative tone. "I have my way to teach you a lesson."

"Teach me, Master," I breathe, surrendering myself to him completely.

"So tell me, what do you deserve?"

"Punishment, Master."

"Good. Spread your legs and lift your pussy upward. Pin your upper body back against the steering wheel."

I move instantly. I shift on his lap, arching my back until my spine presses against the cold leather of the steering wheel. I open my legs wide, exposing my wet, swollen heat to him.

Without warning, his large hand comes down right against my pussy.

"Ah!" I scream, the sound echoing in the car. I want to close my legs, but I don't dare.

"Will you disobey me again?" Smack. Smack. Smack. He delivers blows to my sensitive flesh with every word.

"No, Master!" I cry out, forcing my legs to stay open. It pains me, but it satisfies my soul. In between, he licks my core, staring at me, before his hand replaces his tongue for another sharp spank.

He delivers three together, and tears leak from my eyes.

"Don't you dare ever disobey me." He spanks me nonstop without letting me catch my breath. My legs are throbbing, but he doesn't stop.

"Keep them open, Professor. I can see you flinching," he warns, and gives one more hard slap directly on my clit.

I love it. His rough punishment is exactly what I needed to feel human again.

"Tell me who is in control?" He spanks my inner thighs with both hands.

"You, Master," I sob.

"Never forget that, understood?" He stops, his fingers grazing the burning skin, driving me crazy.

“But I’m not done with you yet.” He pinches my clit.