Chapter 50 Her Red Ass
Will's P.O.V.
I’m rock hard watching her bent over the bed, and I want to fuck the hell out of her, but first I need to punish her for running away from me, so she’ll never even think of leaving me again.
I’m feeling her soft skin after so many days. Fuck! It feels so good. My hands had been yearning to touch her, and now, finally, I get to feel it. Her skin is hot under my touch, trembling for me. Every curve, every shiver, is mine. I grip her hips, leaning in close enough that my breath brushes her ear.
I don’t touch her pussy, just tease her mercilessly, stroking her thighs, squeezing her ass, touching everywhere except where she wants it most. She moves her body, whimpering and trying to guide my hand to the place she craves, especially when I stroke her inner thighs.
“You don’t get what you want tonight, Professor. This is punishment, so stop moving.” I warn her. “Now you have to be quiet.”
Her body stills instantly.
I pull her dress up higher, letting the fabric gather around her waist, exposing the perfect view my eyes have been dying to witness. As my palm comes down hard against her bare cheek, the sharp sound echoes through the room. She jolts and gasps into the mattress, but doesn’t make a sound.
I fondle her buttocks, smiling. “Good girl.”
My hand crashes down on the other cheek, harder this time. I savour the way her skin warms under each strike. I sink to my knees, press my mouth to the curve of her hip, kissing her softly, then biting down hard enough to make her gasp into the bedsheet. I lick the mark I just made, claiming it.
She again arches toward me, begging silently for my touch where she craves it most, but I keep my hands deliberately away. I drag my fingertips up her thighs, over the swell of her ass, only to pull back and deliver another slap, this time harder, making her scream into the mattress. The sound of her muffled moan is pure music.
I’ve missed it so fucking much.
“You’ll feel me everywhere… except there.” I bit her skin before sucking hard on her hip again. I want her to burn with the need for me. I want her to remember exactly who controls her pleasure.
I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties and tug them down slowly, letting the fabric drag against her skin until they’re at her knees. She whimpers, shifting, but I don’t give her the relief she craves. I peel them off completely.
“Open your mouth,” I order from behind.
She obeys instantly, parting her lips. That blind obedience. Fuck, it satisfies me more than anything.
I bunch the thin fabric in my fist, bend over her, and press my body against hers before shoving her panties between her lips. I push them deep enough to muffle her cries.
“Perfect. Now you can’t scream. You’ll take everything I give you… and nothing more.” I give another spank across her exposed ass.
Her muffled moans vibrate against the gag, and my cock throbs painfully hard at the sound. I give her two more quick spanks, one on each cheek.
I love her red ass, marked with my handprint. I’m going to make sure that whenever she sits, she remembers me. That she never forgets me. That she never dares to leave me again, even if it’s my fault.
I spread her ass wider after kneeling behind her, admiring how vulnerable she looks—tied up, gagged, bent over just for me. My fingers glide over her tiny hole, circling in slow motion. She’s already twitching, desperate for anything I’ll give her, and she knows what’s coming next.
“Fuck… so tight.” I press one finger inside her asshole. Her whole body clenches, and a muffled cry escapes from her mouth.
Every sound is a reminder of how powerless she is under me. Her wrists strain against the binds, but she doesn’t fight to get free. She’s offering herself to me completely. I love her complete surrender to me.
I slowly push my finger deeper, stretching her inch by inch, and my free hand slaps her ass hard. She jerks, pain and pleasure making her body shiver under my control.
“Relax.” I curl my finger inside her. “Take it. You’ll take what I give you, not what you want.”
I’ve fucked her asshole a few times before also, but today is different. It’s been a month without her, and I can’t wait to fuck her pussy… but not today.
I thrust my finger in and out, slow at first, then harder. After pulling out, I spit on her hole, watching it glisten before driving two fingers in this time.
She cries, thrashing against the sheets, but her body betrays her. It’s opening for me. I smirk, thrusting my fingers in and out, fucking her ass mercilessly while I hold her bound wrists tight against her back with a satisfying smile on my face.
I’m getting harder watching her like this, hearing her muffled moans. Fuck, it’s driving me crazy.
I lean close to her ear, my fingers moving. “Even gagged… you’re moaning for me. Pathetic. You’re mine, Professor. Every hole you have belongs to me. Every sound you make is mine. Every mark on your body is mine. Don’t you ever forget who owns you.”
Her ass clenches around my fingers, squeezing tight, but I don’t stop. I twist my wrist, thrusting harder, opening her more. Her muffled sobs and moans are pure fucking heaven.
I think her hole is ready to take my cock now. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.