Chapter 12 Punishment
Iva's P.O.V.
I never imagined I’d end up like this, tied, my legs spread, my wrists restrained, and my body completely exposed to a man I’ve only known for a month.
But with Will… none of that scares me.
In fact, I’ve never felt safer.
I’m so excited, because my fantasies of being in someone’s control are finally going to be fulfilled.
The fact that Will is my student and I’m his professor, I’m keeping that on the side for now. I’m tired of running away from my desires, from him, from the things which make me truly happy. For once, I want to live for myself, forgetting everything else. By submitting to Will tonight, I’m letting go of all my worry.
I’m certain that this night is going to be unforgettable. Because it’s just the beginning, and I’m already so wet and feeling so good.
My heartbeat accelerates as I watch him from beneath my lashes. Damn, he looks so deadly hot and irresistible right now. Each step he takes toward me sends a shiver down my spine. The flogger dangles from his hand, his eyes dark with desire, burning into me, setting my entire body on fire.
Oh my God, he’s going to use the flogger on me.
I should feel nervous. Ashamed, even.
But I don’t.
I feel wanted.
No, not just wanted.
Claimed.
The moment he brushes that flogger between my thighs, every thought leaves my mind. My legs throb with anticipation and my breath becomes heavy.
My thighs twitch as the cool leather touches my skin again, so close to where I’m dying to feel his hand. He doesn’t rush. He takes his time and drags it slowly, teasing me, making sure I’m trembling before he even begins.
And then—
The first light strike lands between my thighs.
Fuck!
A gasp escapes me, muffled by the ball gag he had placed between my lips earlier. It doesn’t hurt. Not really. It stings, but in the most addictive way. And knowing he’s the one doing this to me? That he’s in complete control?
It only makes me wetter.
He pauses, watching me. Watching how I breathe, how I twitch under his gaze. Watching everything.
“God, you’re taking it so well, Professor. You look so fucking perfect like this.” As he continues to spank me there lightly, my legs instinctively try to close from the sensation, but the spreader bar forces them to stay open, wide and vulnerable. I can’t move even an inch. It’s so intense. I just have to take whatever he gives.
My thighs tremble, and I’m burning up from the inside with every hit.
“Will you again think about running away from me, Professor?” As he leans in and asks against my exposed pussy, his warm breath touches there, taking my breath away.
As I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation, I feel the strands of the flogger landing hard on my pussy this time. “Keep your eyes open and answer me, bitch.”
Fuck!
How am I supposed to reply with a ball gag in my mouth?
“Answer with the ball gag,” he commands.
Then the flogger lands on my ass. Hard.
Fuck! Why am I enjoying it so fucking much? The way, he is punishing me, it’s incredible. I’m dripping wet from it.
“Nhhh!” I cry out, shaking my head when it lands on my tits.
Then he drags the flogger gently between my legs, right over my wet folds but not striking. Just teasing. Cruel in the best way.
I whimper, trying to move my hips toward it, but the restraints don’t let me. I can’t chase what I want. I’m completely at his mercy.
“You want more, don’t you?”
I nod quickly, cheeks burning. My eyes plead with him. I need it. I need him.
He leans in, and his voice brushes against my ear like velvet laced with heat. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you more. But only when I want to.”
His words make me moan through the gag. It’s torture, sweet, slow torture, and I’m begging for it without even speaking.
After teasing me for a minute more, he carries on spanking me—my breasts, my butt, my throbbing pussy, my thighs, my stomach. After every strike, I wait with excitement to feel where the strands will land next. And will it be light or hard?
It’s so fucking amazing. I’m loving it.
And then, suddenly, he drops the flogger.
“Now I can’t wait to own your pussy, Professor.” He strokes his fingers over my wet folds.
His touch! Oh my God! I was yearning for it. It sends a jolt through my spine. My hips rise involuntarily, aching for more.
Then as he pulls his jeans and boxers down, his hard dick springs out.
Damn! He’s so thick. My pussy twitches with the thoughts of feeling him inside me.
With his signature smirk on his face, he moves between my legs and grabs both of my high-heeled feet, which are suspended in the air.
“It’s time to reward you for taking your punishment so well, Professor.”
And then, I feel him.
The hard, thick pressure of him pushing inside.
I throw my head back and a muffled cry escapes out of my mouth. The stretch, the burn, the fullness, it’s too much, but it’s also exactly what I need.
I’ve never felt anything like this with any man before. So complete.
“You feel insane, Professor… fuck, so tight.” He stays still, fixing his eyes on me, giving me time to adjust to his size.
Then he starts to move. Deep and steady thrusts. I moan around the ball gag.
“Do you like the way your student is fucking you right now?” He pants between thrusts, spanking my buttocks as he moves harder and deeper.
I try to moan ‘yes’ around the gag, but it comes out as a desperate cry. He doesn’t need the words, he knows.
He’s watching me. Reading my every reaction like a book. My moans. My twitching thighs. My clenched fists.
He picks up the pace, gripping the bar tightly and slamming into me hard. No one has ever fucked me like this. He’s owning my pussy and ruining me with his cock.
“God, Professor, you’re so hot when you moan. The way you roll your eyes with every hard thrust, that’s something else.” With every word, he slams into me harder and deeper.
When his fingers find my clit and start rubbing it in circles, pushing me closer to my first orgasm with him, and I know, it’s going to be so fucking intense.
Every part of my body is quivering with pleasure. I feel his dick throbbing inside me. We’re both close.
I close my eyes, about to cum, but he stops.
“Don’t you dare cum without my permission, Professor,” he warns, digging his nails into my ass and twisting his cock inside me so roughly, it’s almost impossible not to cum. But his command is too firm. I don’t dare disobey.
Oh god.
I shake my head. I can’t—can’t hold it in. But I try.
“Please,” I whimper, as best I can with the gag still in place.
He pulls out slowly, teasing, tormenting. My entire body is pulsing.
“You have to beg.” He leans in and brushes his lips along my jaw. “Beg me properly.”
He removes the gag gently.
“Now say it,” he demands, fingers gripping my chin. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Please, I can’t hold it anymore. I want to cum so bad.” I plead, panting.
“You have to hold it.” He moves slowly inside me, driving me insane.
Oh God, I can’t control it.
“Oh… God… please.”
“You’re such a needy professor, Iva, shamelessly begging your student to let you cum.” He slams into me again. I scream and close my eyes, still holding back.
“Please! Please! Let me cum!”
“I said beg me properly.” He glares at me, wrapping his hand around my neck, pinning my head to the bed.
Fuck! I almost cum with the way he’s controlling me. It’s… I’m speechless.
“Your needy professor wants to cum, Master. Please… only you can give me what I need.”
As I call him Master, something shifts in his eyes.
“Oh God, Professor, I love the way you beg. So fucking beautiful.” He’s pounding me like an animal now, gripping both of my ankles.
“Cum!”
God, that’s what I’ve been waiting to hear. I cum so hard on his cock, my entire body shaking, thighs trembling, and I’m moaning uncontrollably.
But he doesn’t stop. He speeds up, fucking me roughly through my orgasm. And then, after me, he cums, spilling all over my stomach.