Chapter 76 The Price of Disobedience
Iva’s P.O.V.
I stand in the lecture hall in front of students, looking like a perfect professor, but internally, I am a mess.
Every time I reach for the chalk to write on the board, the silver clamps bite into my nipples, sending an electric jolt straight to my core. When I walk, the heavy metal plug shifts inside me. I can’t sit down, because the mere thought of the pressure against the plug makes my toes curl in my heels.
My feet are already aching, but the physical pain is nothing compared to the intense arousal. I am so damn wet and trapped by the very man who is currently miles away.
My pussy is pulsing even more with the thought that nobody knows what’s hidden beneath my clothes.
I finish the first lecture. As the students file out, I sink my weight onto the edge of the desk, carefully avoiding a full seat, and pull out my phone.
A notification is already waiting.
Will: How is your first day going, Professor?
I scowl at the screen. He knows exactly how it’s going.
Me: Thank you for making it so easy for me.
Will: I just do that so you don’t miss me.
Me: I’m so grateful.
Will: Don’t press your legs or else your students will doubt.
My heart nearly stops. I look down and realise I am indeed pressing my thighs together, trying to find some friction, some relief from the constant throb. I quickly glance around the empty room, feeling like he’s watching me through a hidden camera.
Me: How do you know?
Will: I know you more than you know yourself, Professor.
Two more lectures pass and the sensation has become too much now. Every time a student asks a question, I have to clench my jaw to keep from moaning. My silk blouse feels like sandpaper against the sensitive skin trapped in the clamps.
During the short break before my final lecture, I retreat to the assigned office. I lock the door and lean against it, panting. I am so wet it’s uncomfortable, and the need to touch myself is killing me.
I want to pleasure myself so badly, but I can’t do it without my Master’s permission.
So I take out my phone to text him. I know I shouldn't ask. I know the rules. But I’m so desperate.
He has given me the right name, ‘His Desperate bitch.’
Me: Master, I’m so wet. Can I pleasure myself? Just for a second. Please.
The "typing" bubbles appear instantly. My breath catches.
Please say yes. Please.
Will: Maybe I would’ve permitted you on a normal day. But this is your punishment, Iva. You know you won’t get any pleasure during this time.
Although I was expecting this response, I still feel like crying.
Will: You will stay exactly as you are until I decide otherwise. Now, teach the students and be the perfect Professor.
I let out a groan of frustration. He is being so strict, and it's making me even more aroused.
I have one more lecture to give, and I have to do it exactly as he wants: branded, filled, wet, and clamped.
Will’s P.O.V.
I pull up to the faculty entrance of the College and see Iva walking out. I can clearly tell from the way she’s walking how much the plug is bothering her.
She opens the car door and settles into the seat with a stifled wince. I can see from her expression that she is sexually frustrated.
"I hope your day went well without me, Professor?" I ask in a mocking tone, and she rolls her eyes in response.
I frown, and grabbing her hair, yank her head back toward me with a jerk. "Stop showing your attitude to your Master, Professor. You’re currently in the middle of a punishment. Have you forgotten that?"
"I’m sorry... Master," she gasps. "It’s just... I’m turned on. I’m so turned on it hurts. I need relief. Please."
"You should have thought about that before denying me this morning," I say coldly, releasing her hair with a final jerk. "You chose to question my authority. Now you live with the consequences."
I drive a few blocks away into a quieter area and pull over.
"Lie across my lap. Now," I command.
She immediately complies. I reach under the fabric, feeling the damp heat radiating from her. My fingers find the base of the silver plug. I don't pull it out immediately. I twist it slightly, watching her back arch as she lets out a moan.
I trail my fingers dangerously close to her pussy, just barely grazing the soaked silk of her panties. I can feel how wet she is even through the fabric.
"I can see you're desperate. But sorry, Professor. During your punishment, no matter how wet you are, I won’t pleasure you. That was the deal." I grip the plug and pull it out of her in one slow, agonising motion.
She lets out a shaky sigh of relief and her muscles finally relax as the internal pressure vanishes. I pull her skirt back into place.
"I know.” She sounds defeated but relieved to at least have the metal gone from her seat.
She sits back up, adjusting her hair. Her eyes drift to my hand, hoping I’ll reach for her top to remove the other half of her torture. I look at the way her nipples are straining against the silk, the outline of the silver clamps clearly visible to my trained eyes.
"Don't get too comfortable," I say, putting the car back in gear. "I'm not taking the clamps off yet. You’re going to wear those through the next lesson."
"Will, please... we're going home?"
"No,” I smirk, pulling back into traffic. "It’s your big first day. We’re going out for lunch. And you’re going to sit across from me in a crowded restaurant, feeling every pinch of those clamps, while you tell me exactly how it felt to be my bitch in a room full of students."