Chapter 75 A Lesson For Disobeying Bitch
Iva’s P.O.V.
I stand in front of the mirror, finishing my makeup for my first day at Ravenport. Then my eyes inevitably drift to my neck. I’m wearing both gifts. The heart pendant hangs low, while the rose gold 'W' choker sits snugly against my throat.
Will is behind me, buttoning his shirt. As I catch his eye in the reflection, I say in a playful tone, “Will, next time, please gift me something else. I can’t wear more necklaces every day. My students are going to start thinking I’m trying to start a jewellery boutique."
He chuckles, approaching me, and stands behind me, pressing his chest against my back.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Professor.” He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder, looking at the jewellery in the mirror. "But remember, they serve different purposes. One is for my love.” His grip tightens and his thumbs stroke the fabric over my hips as he continues, “and the other is for my dominance. You need both. Because they’re the two halves of who we are."
I turn in his arms and loop my hands around his neck. “You’re absolutely right.” I lean in and press a soft kiss to his jaw. "The heart reminds me I'm loved, but the collar reminds me who I belong to."
“Don’t forget, you might be in charge of the lecture hall, but you’re coming home to me tonight as my bitch.” He takes off my glasses and kisses me like he has been starving for ages.
On the way to Ravenport, Will’s hand rests firmly on my thigh and his thumb is tracing small circles over the fabric of my skirt. I watch the city pass by through the window, but my mind drifts somewhere else entirely.
After a long time, I’ll be teaching without him in the classroom.
No familiar presence at the back of the room. No secret glances. No feeling of his eyes on me while I write on the board, while I explain concepts. The thought hits me harder than I expect.
I turn slightly and lace my fingers through his before squeezing his hand. “I’m going to miss you.”
He lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “You don’t know how much I’m going to miss you, Professor.”
A few kilometres away from the college, in a quiet, deserted road lined with old trees, Will suddenly pulls the car over.
My brow furrows in confusion at him. “Will? Why are we stopping here?"
I see a familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes. He has that look, the one that means he’s planned something I haven't accounted for.
"What’s going on in your mind now?"
"I just don’t want you to miss me while you’re teaching.” He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small butt plug.
What? Does he want me to put this on my first day?
"Will, no... I’m not going to put this on," I deny. "It’s my first day. How will I even walk? How will I lecture—”
I pause as his expression shifts instantly. The playfulness vanishes, replaced by a dark authority. It’s a warning look, if I don’t shut up, I’ll regret it.
He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, just enough to force me to meet his gaze. “Did you just deny your Master, Professor?" His eyes are dark, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’m... I’m sorry, Master. But it’s my first day. I need to be professional,” I justify myself, panting, even though I know that once his Master mode turns on, no words can reach him.
"God, I badly want to teach you a good lesson right now for disobeying me. But I don’t want you to be late on your first day." His grip is tightening on my hair.
"Will—"
"No words. Just bend over my lap. Now." As he commands, I immediately comply, shifting my body across the centre console and draping myself over his lap. I don’t want to make things worse for me.
"Lube it with your saliva," he orders, holding out the plug.
I take the cold metal toy from him, my heart is pounding. I do as I’m told, coating it until it’s slick. While I work, I feel him lift my skirt and pull down my panties, exposing me to the cool air of the car. He takes the plug back from me, and without waiting for a second, buries it inside me with one firm, steady push.
I let out a muffled cry against his leg, feeling full.
"Good.” He fondles my hips. “Now, with this, you’ll feel like I’m present with you all the time. Every step you take in that lecture hall, you’ll feel me."
But he isn't finished.
"But you have made me very angry by disobeying today, bitch."
Crack!
He gives a spank to my right cheek. I yelp, the impact forcing the plug to go deeper.
Crack!
He hits the left side just as hard. "And I’ll make sure you get a proper lesson for that after college.”
He gives my ass a final, bruising squeeze before pulling my panties back up and smoothing down my skirt. I sit back up, my face burning and my core throbbing with the presence of the toy.
As he starts the car, I try to adjust myself on the leather seat, but the cold metal of the plug makes it impossible to find a comfortable position.
But then, he suddenly stops. His hand drops from the key, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. “Wait, I have something for teaching you a small lesson right now... just a little taste before the final punishment after college.”
My eyes widen, and I feel a flare of genuine panic. God! Now what? I already can’t sit properly with this thing inside me. How much more can I take?
This man can never stop testing my limits.
He leans over and opens the glove compartment. I watch, breathless, as he pulls out a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a thin chain.
He holds them up, letting them dangle, smirking. “Thank God I’ve kept a few toys in the car for disobeying bitches like you.”
I look at him in total shock. My heart is racing so fast I can feel it in my throat. I want to protest, to tell him that I have a lecture to give, that I need to be able to breathe without gasping in front of my students. But I keep my mouth shut, because I know, if I speak now, I’ll only make the punishment worse.
It’s true that he won’t be there in the classroom with me today, but with these toys, he’ll be everywhere. He is being so cruel, pushing me to my limit on the most important day of my career.
However, his cruelty, his absolute strictness, takes my desire to a level I can't even describe. I am terrified, and I am desperately, hopelessly turned on.
“Open up,” he orders, pointing at my blazer.
I undo the top buttons of my blazer and pull my silk blouse, exposing my lace bra. Will doesn't wait. He pulls the cups of my bra down roughly, baring my breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze.
I gasp as he hastily attaches the clamps to my nipples. He adjusts them, making sure they’re secure, his eyes dark with satisfaction fixed on me.
“There.” He adjusts my bra back into place, carefully hiding the clamps beneath the silk and making the metal bite into me more. “No student will know that their brilliant Professor is currently being punished for her mouth.”
After pulling up my top, he buttons up my blazer. I look at him with a helpless pout, my eyes watering slightly from the sensory overload.
“Now,” he says, finally turning the key. The engine roars to life. “Let’s get you to your first class, Professor. Try to stay focused.” Glancing at me, he gives me a wicked wink.
Then he pulls the car back onto the road, driving me toward the college while I sit there, bound by metal, wondering how on earth I’m going to survive my first lecture.