Chapter 55 Cruel Punishment
Will’s P.O.V.
We leave the classroom and go straight to my place. The moment the door closes behind us, I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom. As she holds me tightly, her warm breath caresses my neck and her lips brush my skin in needy little kisses that make me groan.
As soon as I lay her on the bed, she pulls me down with her and kisses me with desperation. Then I make love to her, making up for every lonely hour of the past month.
It feels like heaven to be inside her again. The way her pussy clenches me. It’s amazing!
Afterwards, we lie tangled and naked, exhausted and peaceful. Her head is on my chest and my hands keep finding the places I want to memorise. For a long time neither of us speaks. We just listen to the other’s breath and let the silence stitch us back together.
She finally breaks the silence. “Sometimes I still close my eyes and that night flashes in my mind. Your harsh words… they come back.” Her voice trembles with pain, and it kills me that I’m the reason for it.
I wish I could erase that night from her memory, wipe it clean like it never happened.
But I can’t.
What I can do is spend every single day making up for it, making sure she never feels that pain again.
“I’m sorry, Professor.” I place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “You can punish me if you want.”
She shakes her head after lifting her face to look at me. “No, Will.” She caresses my face with her thumb. “I don’t want to punish you. You’ve already earned my forgiveness.”
“I wish I could erase it. I was such an idiot. I hurt you on purpose and I hate that I did that.” I look at her with guilt in my eyes.
It’s not easy for me to forget that incident and forgive myself. But with time, we both will get over it completely. Now that she is with me, I have no worries.
“It’s okay,” she says, running her fingers through my hair. “We’ll get over it.” She pecks my lips, and I close my eyes, holding her close to me.
Like this, we fall asleep.
When I wake up, I don’t find her beside me and frown.
I don’t like it when she leaves me alone in bed like this. Her bad habit.
Today, it kills me more, because I’m afraid to lose her even more now.
I check the bathroom quickly, then the bedroom again, and finally walk toward the kitchen.
The sight of her there makes me exhale with relief. She’s cleaning the kitchen properly like she always does, in one of my shirts, hair tied up in a messy bun.
I’ve made her understand a million times to stay in bed until I wake up, but she never listens to me. I’ve to do something about it.
“You again left the bed.” I stalk toward her quietly and give her a swat on the ass.
Her face turns towards me immediately. “When did you come?”
I pick her up effortlessly and set her on the kitchen counter, my dark eyes fixed on her. “How many times have I told you not to leave me alone while I’m sleeping?” I raise my brows at her.
“I was really hungry, baby,” she replies, and something in me melts. It’s the first time she’s used that endearment.
It feels surprisingly soothing. Everything she says or does, I fall for it hard. Fuck! She does a kind of spell on me.
Seriously, I used to find this endearment so cringe.
“What did you say?” I ask, grabbing her arms and leaning closer to her.
“That I was hungry.” She teases me, her eyes shining.
“You know what happens when you tease me,” I warn, keeping my tone stern.
She chuckles, cupping my face. “Relax, baby.”
When she calls me that again, smiling at me, I cup her face and kiss her lips hungrily. After pulling away, I whisper against her lips, “I never thought I would ever like the word ‘baby’.”
“When you fall in love, everything becomes beautiful.” She grins at me, caressing my beard.
“You make everything beautiful, Professor.” I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. “And I feel like loving you all the time.” I place wet kisses there.
She laughs, throwing her head. “Loving me or punishing me?”
I chuckle. “Punishing you is also my way of loving you.” Instantly I make my tone grim again and say, “Now you owe me. You left me, and you must be taught a lesson.”
“I was hungry.” She pouts at me.
My naughty professor.
“We could’ve ordered food together after I woke up.” I scowl at her.
“It’s useless to argue with you… because once you decide to punish me, I know nothing can stop you.”
“You know me so well, Professor.” I kiss her again.
At night, she’s lying naked in my arms, her skin warm against mine, her body still trembling from everything I put her through. I punished her for leaving me alone in bed, something she knows she’s never allowed to do. And now… she’ll never dare to repeat it.
I clipped her nipples and made her hold the chain between her teeth. The rule was simple. I spank her, and the chain stays in her mouth. If it falls, she takes me in her mouth. If it doesn’t, I take her pussy.
Of course, I made it harder for her, because teaching her a lesson gently never works. I used the flogger, each strike landing hot on her ass and pussy, forcing her body to arch beautifully for me. I tied her in a position that left her completely exposed.
The moment she whimpered too loudly… the chain slipped right out of her mouth.
My smile must have terrified her.
Because the next second, I untie her, dragged her by the hair, pressed her head down, and fucked her mouth exactly the way she deserved.
Slow at first, just enough to remind her who she belongs to. Then deeper. Harder. Until her eyes watered, until her throat tightened around me, until she clutched at the sheets like she was begging for mercy without saying a word.
I didn’t stop. Not until she choked out her promise in a broken voice, lips trembling and tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’ll never leave you alone in bed again.”
Only then did I pull her up, wipe her tears, kiss her swollen lips, and hold her against my chest.
Yes, I was cruel. But she loves it when I teach her lessons like this.