Chapter 106 The Punishment

Chapter 106 The Punishment
Will’s P.O.V. 

Today, I gave her an order I knew would be nearly impossible to follow. My dominant side wanted her to obey me, but my darker side wanted her to fail. I wanted her to break the rule.

Because if she disobeyed, it would give me a reason to push her further. To punish her.

And that punishment feels like a solution.

Because when she focuses on me… on my commands, my control, my consequences… she forgets everything else. The pain. The memories. The trauma. Even if it’s just for a moment.

And I’m so damn tired of watching her suffer. So I’ll do anything to pull her out of that darkness. 

Now I’m nowhere near ready to end this session. I know something broke her at college today, and I will find out what it was. But first, I give her exactly what she begs for.

She wants her pain taken away?

I will drown it. I will heal her by making her forget everything except the fire I put in her blood.

I miss her submissive side more than I can explain. For so long I have held myself back because I’m afraid I will break her more while she is grieving. But now I realise that holding back is a mistake.

She has been drowning in her own mind.

And this, my complete control, is the only thing that pulls her back.

She loves being under my control. When I dominate her, the rest of the world disappears. There is no past, no trauma, no loss.

There is only us.

Right now she is sitting on my lap, panting after my punishment. But when I tell her we are not done yet, I see a spark in her eyes.

She wants more.

I know she is limitless. She can take anything I give her.

That’s what I love about her.

She is mine.

My professor. My wife.

I watch her lean against the steering wheel, breathing heavily. Her pussy is flushed a deep rose from the sting of my hand. For the first time today, the haunted look in her blue eyes disappears.

Now there is only desire.

She wants more of me.

I shift our position and push the seat back until it lies flat like a bed. Then I pull her down onto the seat. She lies on her back across it, her head near the passenger door.

I grab her ankles and push her knees all the way to her chest until her body folds in half. Both of her holes are exposed in the dim light inside the car.

She looks vulnerable. Completely ruined for me.

And she is still wearing those high heels I love.

I grab the heels of her shoes and use them as a grip to lift her hips even higher.

“Will…” she holds onto the leather seat.

“I’m not touching your pussy again today, Iva,” I tell her, my voice dark as I position myself against her asshole. “You haven’t earned that pleasure yet. You’re going to take me here instead.”

Without warning, I push into a tiny hole.

Her tight heat grips me hard, and she screams with overwhelming sensation.

I start pounding into her, the friction intense.

She shakes, her legs trembling in my grip while I use her heels to pull her deeper onto every thrust.

“Master, please!” she cries, her head turning from side to side.

While I keep driving into her, my hand moves down.

My cock stretches her while my palm comes down hard on her swollen pussy.

Smack.

She lets out a broken moan, her body jumping.

She wants me to touch her there. She wants me to rub her clit and give her the release she is desperate for.

But I deny her.

Every time I thrust deep, I slap her pussy instead.

With every movement, the necklace I gave her slides back and forth on her neck. Watching that drives me crazy.

Everything about her drives me insane.

“You want me to touch it, don’t you?” I hiss as my pace becomes rougher, making the car rock.

“Yes! Please, Master… I need… I’m going to—”

“No,” I cut her off and slap her again, making her cry out.

“No. You’re going to feel me inside your asshole only.” I grab her throat, giving her deep shots. 

I watch her face twist between pain and intense pleasure. Her high heels shake in the air. Her hair has become messy. Her makeup smears. Her body stays folded in half.

By ignoring her pussy and focusing only on her ass and the sting of my hand, I push her closer and closer to madness.

She sobs my name, her body shaking with the need to come. But without the stimulation she needs, she stays trapped in that burning edge.

She knows my rules.

Whenever I punish her, I never touch her pussy.

She only takes me in her other hole.

“Look at me, Professor!” I command, thrusting into her one last time with all my strength.

She opens her eyes.

Her pupils are wide, completely lost in the world I create for her.

In that moment there is no baby. No monster. No grief.

There is only the feeling of me inside her, the sting of my hand, and the man who owns her completely.

My own climax rises fast.

I let go with a deep groan, filling her deeply while my hand delivers one last powerful spank to her pussy.

Her body trembles violently, her legs shaking in the air.

She still doesn’t come.

She still wants me to touch her there.

But I don’t.

I leave her unsatisfied.

I want her to crave me more and more. I want her to think about nothing except when I will touch her there again.

That is why I leave her like this today.