Chapter 72 My Desperate Bitch
Will’s P.O.V.
Watching her sink to her knees is a sight I will never tire of. One moment she’s the intellectual Professor Iva, the woman who just conquered an interview at a prestigious college, and the next, she’s mine.
Completely.
The rose gold leash hangs from her throat. So fucking hot.
"Now suck me like the good bitch you are.” I hold the chain and command in a husky tone that I know makes her heart race.
Her hands reach for my belt immediately. She doesn’t hesitate before obeying me. She never does. That’s the beauty of her submission. It’s fierce.
I don’t move. I watch, my grip tightening on the leash. Her fingers are nimble, the same fingers that grade papers, now working the leather of my belt and the button of my jeans with desperation. She slides the zipper down and releases me from the denim.
"Show me how much you want this. Show me how grateful my Professor is."
Iva doesn't need to be told twice. She leans forward and her lips part as she takes me into her mouth. The sensation is so searing hot that it nearly makes my knees buckle. But I’m in control. I wrap the rose gold chain around my hand, shortening the slack until the leash is pulled tight.
As she begins to suck me, I start to direct her. With a firm, steady tug on the chain, I pull her head closer, forcing her to take me deeper. I can hear the muffled, needy sounds she makes in the back of her throat. It’s the sound of a woman who is completely possessed.
I use the leash to set the rhythm. A tug brings her up and a firm push guides her back down. I watch the way the 'W' on her choker bobbles against her skin with every movement. It’s a reminder that she belongs to me.
"Good bitch.” My free hand tangles in her hair as I increase the pace.
She looks up at me through her lashes, her eyes watering slightly from the depth, but they are filled with an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pride. She’s doing this for me. She’s celebrating her win by giving me everything she has.
In this moment, the job at Ravenport feels miles away. There is only the pull of the leash, the warmth of her mouth around my dick, and the absolute certainty that no matter how high she rises in the world, she will always return to her knees for me.
"Enough.” I tug the chain to pull her back. She looks up at me, lips wet, eyes glazed with a mix of desire and total surrender. "Be ready for me. I'm just coming back."
I leave her there and head to the kitchen after pulling up and buttoning my jeans. When I return a few minutes later, the sight stops me in my tracks.
She’s sitting on her knees in front of the bed. She’s stripped away the blazer, the skirt, the facade. She is entirely naked, only wearing the rose gold collar and a pair of black heels.
"Hot as always.” My eyes roam over every inch of her as I approach her with the champagne bottle cold in my hand.
"Thank you, Master.” A small smile touches her lips. She knows exactly what she does to me.
I stand over her, our eyes locked. “Stand up, Iva. It's the real celebration time."
As she rises, her heels click against the floor. As I pop the cork, the sound echoes through the quiet room, and then I begin to pour.
The bubbling liquid spills over her shoulders, trailing down the curves of her breasts and over her stomach. I watch, mesmerised, as the droplets catch on her skin, shimmering like diamonds before falling to the floor.
She lets out a soft, surprised laugh as the cold liquid makes her shiver. "You were prepared for this. It’s like you already knew I was going to be hired today."
I look at her, my heart tightening with a mix of pride and a secret I’ll take to my grave. You don’t know that I knew, Professor. I remember the phone call to my father, the way I moved the chess pieces to ensure her talent wouldn't be wasted because of my mistakes. But she doesn't need to know that. Not now. Never.
"I had a feeling," I say simply, because she does deserve it. Because she is the best, and they will be grateful for hiring her.
I take a sip of the champagne directly from the bottle and lean in. I capture her lips in a deep, searing kiss, sharing the wine's taste with her. When I pull back, I begin to trail my tongue down her neck, licking the champagne from her collar before moving lower.
I suck the droplets from her skin, my hands gripping her hips to keep her steady as she moans, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. The scent of her and the wine fills my senses.
Fuck! It’s an intoxicating combination.
I move lower, my tongue tracing the path of the champagne, and I suck the droplets from her boobs. The cold sting of the alcohol and the heat of her body make my head spin. My hands slide down her sides, mapping every curve until they reach the damp heat between her legs.
I don't give her what she wants. Not yet. I just brush my fingers against her, a light, agonising tease, as I whisper against her skin, "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Iva. You look so perfect like this, branded, wet, and mine."
She let out a gasp, her hips stuttering. Driven by the friction and the sensory overload, she begins to grind herself faster against my hand, seeking the release I’m withholding.
I pull my hand away instantly. Crack.
I give a spank between her thighs. "Did I ask you to move, Professor?" I cup her crotch tightly.
She shakes her head. "No, Master. I’m sorry."
"So why did you move?" As I question, my voice drops to a dangerous level. I use my other hand to slap her breast, hard enough to leave a blooming pink mark next to the rose gold of her collar. She lets out a sharp scream, her back arching. "Is it because you’re a desperate bitch? Is that it?"
"I’m sorry.” Her eyes become moist with tears of pure overstimulation.
"Say it. Say you're my desperate bitch." I strike her other breast and then bring my hand down to slap her crotch.
"I’m... I’m your desperate bitch," she cries out.
"Say it properly, Iva." I deliver a slap to her cheek.
"I’m your desperate bitch, Master. I’m all yours... to serve you... please... fuck..” she screams, her voice cracking as I continue to spank her crotch and tits.
She’s a beautiful mess of champagne, sweat, and submission.
"And a desperate bitch like you deserves to be tied up tight.” I squeeze her breasts hard. “So she stays exactly where I put her. So she remembers that her body isn't her own to move."
"Yes... sir..." she answers, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"Then let’s tie you up and take this celebration to another level." I give one last spank to her boobs before pulling back.
This is just the beginning, Professor. I have so much more stored for you tonight. You wanted a celebration? I’m going to give you one you’ll feel in your bones for a week.