Chapter 15 Delicious Torment
Iva’s P.O.V.
After the last class, I sit alone in the empty classroom, waiting for Will. I’m trying to focus on the papers kept in front of me. My fingers move, but my mind isn’t here. It’s on him. On what’s about to happen.
As the door creaks open, my heartbeat accelerates with just its sound.
“Hello, Professor.” As his deep and cocky voice reaches my ears, my body reacts instantly.
I look up at him. “Will…”
His eyes darken the moment our gazes meet. He locks the door and approaches me, taking slow steps, his eyes as always devouring me.
He instructs, “When we’re alone, you call me Master. Next time you forget that… I’ll add another punishment to your list.”
I swallow, pulse racing. “I’ll keep that in mind, Master.”
He smirks. “Good.” Then he leans in, eyes burning into mine. “Now… give me the surprise you promised me, then I’ll punish you for trying to take control earlier.”
The word ‘punishment’ like always sends a direct twitch between my thighs, and I clench them.
He grins, noticing it.
Without breaking eye contact, I rise from the chair and begin unbuttoning my shirt. His eyes track every movement. One button… two… and then the fabric slips off my shoulders. I unzip my pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground.
Now, I’m left standing in nothing but the heels he loves to see me in and the black G-string bikini I bought last month. It barely covers anything. The air in the room instantly feels hotter.
Will’s lips part slightly, and the intensity in his stare makes every inch of my skin feel like it's being touched. That possessive, dominating look on his face… it turns me on instantly.
“Fuck…” he breathes, stepping closer. “You look so hot, Professor… I might just rip that off.”
I feel another twitch between my thighs.
Then his tone shifts. Deeper. Commanding. “First take off your glasses because I don’t want to break them. Then bend over the desk.”
I obey immediately, turning around, taking off my glasses, and then bending over the desk, my chest pressing against the cold surface, my back arching. My heart pounds harder.
He comes up behind me, fast, and leans in, pressing his chest against my back, his body heat sinking into mine. Then I feel his fingers in my hair.
He grabs a fistful, yanks my head back, and his warm breath brushes my ear. “You gave your Master a warning earlier. And what did I say about naughty professors who forget their place?”
Then, smack!
A hard spank lands on my butt. I cry out. The sting makes my thighs clench, but I stay still.
“Now it’s my time to teach you a lesson and engrave in your mind who is in charge.”
He takes out a pen from his backpack and holds it out to my mouth. “Put this between your lips.”
As I hold it between my lips, he warns me, “You have to hold this, no matter what I do to you. If you drop it… You won’t be allowed to cum for a week.”
My eyes widen. I clamp my lips down on the pen, trying to control my breathing. God—how will I even manage this?
Then I see him pulling something else from his bag.
A rope.
Oh, fuck. He’s going to tie me up right here, in the same classroom where I was teaching just a while ago. And now, he’s the one about to teach me a lesson I’ll never forget.
He steps closer and gathers my hair into a ponytail before tying a tight knot with the rope. I moan around the pen as he yanks it, forcing my head further back. My scalp tingles at the tension. His control is rough, but careful. That combination drives me insane.
He grabs my wrists and stretches them out toward the desk’s corners, and ties each one down securely with that same rope. I test the tension. If I even slightly move my hands, my hair pulls back.
Damn! He’s so good at bondage. His skill is amazing. Deep inside, all my life, I had been yearning for a man like him, who fulfils all my deep and dark desires. And I really feel like he reads the desires I never had the courage to say out loud.
Then, I feel him tug the rope again, and my head lifts slightly as my hair’s pulled tighter.
And now, he’s binding my legs after connecting the other rope to my hair.
Each ankle pulled to the desk leg, forcing my legs wide apart. I’m fully spread, fully restrained. Exposed. Vulnerable.
This position, it’s uncomfortable, humiliating, intense… but my body’s on fire.
He steps back, and I hear his sexy voice behind me. “Damn, Professor. You look so hot right now. I want to fuck you so hard from behind.”
I moan through the pen.
“But first…” his voice turns huskier and darker. “You need to be punished.”
Smack!
He hits the ruler on the desk right beside my face, and I jump, eyes wide. The sharp sound echoes through the classroom, and my whole body jolts.
When did he take it out?
He hasn’t even touched me with it yet, and still, I’m trembling. My lips are shaking, hardly able to hold the pen.
How am I going to survive this?
But even through the nerves, the discomfort, the intensity…
I’ve never wanted something so much.
"Remember! That pen shouldn’t drop from your mouth," he reminds me and hits hard on one of my buttocks. I bite down on the pen in pain and pleasure both.
Smack!
The ruler lands across both cheeks. I let out a muffled cry. The sting is sharp and electric. My thighs instinctively try to close, but the ropes won’t let me. I’m completely at his mercy.
And then he doesn’t stop. He starts hitting me with the ruler nonstop, on both buttocks. Now they’re on fire. I clutch my hand, and in that moment, I pull my own hair. It hurts, but it heightens the pleasure. The pain in my scalp mixes with the heat between my legs in the most delicious way.
After hitting me ten times with the ruler, he rubs it between my thighs, making my breath heavy. I close my eyes, press my face down on the desk, and lose myself in his sweet torture. As I do this, my feet lift into the air because the end of the rope is tied to my ankles. Damn, this tied-up position is so intense.
“Are you dripping wet from getting tied up and spanked like a disobedient little professor?” He asks, rubbing my clit with the ruler, driving me crazy.
Before I can answer, he rains down three quick strikes on my pussy. I almost drop the pen, but I control myself.
Then he hits my butt again. “God, your ass is red, Professor,” he says in a husky, low voice, now rubbing the ruler over my burning skin. “Looking so perfect.”
He starts striking my hips, then my pussy. I can’t predict where he’ll hit next. He doesn’t even give me a second to breathe. My legs begin to tremble from the unbearable mix of pain and pleasure, but he doesn’t stop.
And then, he strikes my clit.
My body jerks forward, arching with the sudden, burning sensation. I bite down harder on the pen, muffling a cry.
“My naughty professor is enjoying her punishment. None of your students would ever guess how filthy you really are, how much you love getting spanked by your own student.”
Another hit lands on my butt, making me gasp. Then his hand brushes over my pussy, feeling how wet I am, dripping from his punishment, his filthy words, his cruelty, and the intoxicating control he has over me.
It’s too much.
Too overwhelming.
Too good.
“Say something, Professor. Are you enjoying the way I’m spanking you?” He chuckles darkly. “Oops, you can’t reply to me.”
“Drop your pen and tell me how much you like your punishment.”
He begins striking my pussy again—over and over. My clit is so sensitive now, throbbing, burning with the a blend of ache and euphoria. I can’t take any more, but fuck, I’m loving every bit of it.
“Answer me.” As he yanks the rope tied to my hair, my head pulls back sharply.
My hair is pulled so hard. But this roughness is turning me on like hell.
“Fuck. Master, I like it so much.” I cry out, lost in delicious torment.
Finally, he drops the ruler onto the floor with a clatter that echoes through the classroom.
“You took your punishment really well, Professor. I’m proud of you.” He bends down over me, and I feel his warm breath on my ear. “Now, I’m going to fuck you hard from behind.”