Chapter 11 First BDSM Session
Will’s P.O.V.
As she slides her dress down her shoulder, it slips down her body, pooling at her feet like water, revealing her perfectly shaped tits. Then she steps out of the dress, graceful as ever.
And fuck, when she slides her panties down her legs and bends slightly to step out of them, my dick twists painfully inside my pants at the sight of her shaved, glistening pussy.
Damn! She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
I finally get a look at her perfect, curvy body, the one I’ve been craving since the moment I first laid my eyes on her.
Every inch of her is perfection—her medium-sized breasts, perfectly made to fit in my hands; her toned belly, thick thighs, sexy long legs, and beautiful feet. From head to toe, she’s breathtakingly beautiful and so god damn sexy. I can’t wait to kiss and mark every inch of her skin as mine.
I can notice her cheeks turning red with my gaze full of lust and hunger.
Just as she reaches for her heels, I stop her.
“Keep the heels on, Professor.”
She freezes, nods, and stands straight, wearing nothing but those sexy black stilettos.
She stands there in front of me, exposed and still, waiting for my next command. No words, just a quiet surrender in her eyes. I fucking love it.
I circle her slowly, drinking in the sight. My eyes roam from the curve of her hips, down to her long legs, the soft rise and fall of her chest with every breath. She doesn’t move, but I can see her pulse racing in her neck.
The professor, my professor, is standing naked in front of me, wearing only heels.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful and perfect your body is?” I lift my hands and cup her bare breasts in my hands. I squeeze them gently, and she moans, her body already responding to my touch.
“Open your mouth,” I command, circling my finger around one of her nipples.
She obeys, opening her mouth slightly. I order again, “Wider.”
As she does, I smile with triumph. I’m fucking loving the way she’s obeying me. I can’t believe she’s the same woman who was pushing me away, and look at her now.
I’ve imagined her submitting to me a million times over the past few weeks, and now that she’s actually doing it… It’s unreal.
“You’re standing here, trusting me… and that makes me want to take care of you. But also ruin you in the best way possible,” saying this, I walk and pick up the red ball gag from the nightstand drawer. As I turn towards her, her brows raise slightly, seeing it.
“Do you know what it is?” I approach her.
As she nods with her mouth still wide open, my lips curve up. I stop behind her, so close she can feel the heat of my body.
I slide the gag into her mouth and fasten it behind her head. Her lips stretch around it, and she groans slightly as she adjusts to the pressure.
“This is for that mouth that insulted me,” I whisper into her ear. “Now, you won’t be saying anything for a while.”
I walk in front of her to look at her.
“Fuck… you look so sexy with a gag in your mouth, Professor.” I roughly grab her hair and pull her head back just a little. She groans again, muffled by the gag, and the sound only drives me wilder.
Then I release her and step away.
“Now, sit down on the bed. Keep the heels on.”
As she walks over to bed, with every step, her heels click the floor, and that sound mixed with our breath, filled the room, making the atmosphere hotter and more intense.
Damn. She looks so fucking hot just walking in those heels. I take in the view of her from behind, her perfect ass, the sway of her hips, her hair cascading to mid-back, those long, irresistible legs.
God. This is a dream-come-true moment. My professor, walking naked for me.
As she sits down, I instruct, my eyes glued to her. “Bring your legs up. Fold them. Hold your ankles with your hands.”
She follows every command without a second thought, and God, she looks so obedient, so ready to be owned. She is a perfect submissive.
“Yeah… just like that.”
I walk over to the wall and grab the spreader bar, then return to her with a smirk.
I crouch down and attach the cuffs at each end of the bar to her ankles, not too tight, just enough to hold her legs firmly in place. Then I restrain her wrists to the centre cuff of the bar. With one gentle push to her chest, she falls back onto the bed, her hands and feet bound to the bar, legs in the air, wide open.
She’s fully exposed. Vulnerable. Exactly how I want her.
After a month of waiting, she’s finally submitting to me. Fuck! I feel so satisfied.
“You know what the best part about this bar is?” I question her, gripping it firmly.
She shakes her head, wide-eyed.
I smirk and slowly extend the bar. Her legs spread even wider with each click of the lock, until she’s completely open to me. Her wet pussy is wide open for me.
“Now you can’t move. Can’t hide. And I get to enjoy this perfect view.”
She’s now fully restrained, her wrists and ankles tied to the bar, her body bent slightly forward, perfectly submissive. I can see her fingers twitching slightly. I watch her eyes, wide and dark with excitement. She’s at my mercy, and she knows it.
"Look at you, Professor. All tied up, completely at my mercy. I bet you’ve never felt this exposed before." Her breathing grows heavier, and she tries to respond, but the gag muffles her words into unclear sounds. The sight of her, gagged and restrained makes me harder for her.
I step back and admire my work—my professor, completely spread out, wearing nothing but her heels. Her exposed pussy on full display makes my dick throb painfully inside my pants.
I want to bury myself deep inside her so badly… but more than that, I want to savour every damn second of this moment.
She’s watching me with anticipation. I can tell she’s nervous, but there’s something else beneath it.
Trust.
I know she trusts me, but I ask her, before I begin our first BDSM session, “Do you trust me?”
She instantly nods, making me grin.
I caress down her leg, watching her shudder under my touch. Then, I walk and pick up the leather flogger hanging on the wall.
Her eyes widen with surprise as she sees it.
After standing in front of her, I let the leather strands drag across her inner thigh, feather-light. Her thighs tremble.
“You ready?”
She nods once.
“If you can’t take it, just shake your body. That’ll be our signal to stop. Got it?” I instruct her because I want to test her limit to see how much she can take. Although, I can already feel she can take it beyond my expectations.
She nods again, her eyes filled with submission and trust, fixed on me.
“Good girl.”
And with that, I begin.