Chapter 79 (B) 7 Days Of Punishment
Iva’s P.O.V.
Day 4 of Punishment
On the fourth night, Will decides he wants a quiet night in, but "quiet" doesn't mean "easy" for me.
He orders me to cook dinner while wearing heavy metal nipple weights. Every time I reach for a spice on the top shelf or stir the pasta, the weights swing, pulling at my already sore nipples. I’m feeling a constant aching that keeps my arousal at peak.
"Don't let the sauce burn, Professor," Will warns from the kitchen island, sipping a glass of wine.
Cruel!
I turn to look at him, pleading with him through my eyes. "Will... please. It’s been four days. I can’t think about anything else."
He sets his glass down and walks over to me before standing so close I can feel the heat radiating from his body. He doesn't touch me. He just leans in from behind and whispers in my ear, "The more you focus on the ache, the more you learn the value of my word. Keep cooking."
I finish the meal with my legs shaking, and the smell of the food mixes with the scent of my arousal.
I serve him, clean the kitchen, and then he orders me to sleep, still empty, still aching, and still completely his.
Day 5 of Punishment
I’m in my office at the college, staring at a stack of essays I need to grade, but the words are blurring together.
I’m staring at the clock, counting down the hours until the week is over. I’m so wet that I’ve had to change my liners twice today.
I receive a text from Will.
Will: I hope you’re staying focused today. Remember, three days left. I might add a day if I find out you’ve been pouting.
He is a monster, a beautiful, brilliant monster.
I don't reply. I just put my phone away and get back to work while my body hums with a silent scream for the touch I’m denied.
Will picks me up from college, and as soon as we enter the apartment, he sits on the sofa and pulls me down to the floor between his legs.
"You’ve been a very good girl lately, Professor.” He brushes his fingers on my face. “I think you deserve a reward for making it this far.”
My eyes twinkle. Reward? Does that mean...?
"Lie back," he orders.
I lie on the floor, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes through glasses.
After sitting beside me, he slips his hand into my skirt and begins to stroke me through my lace panties, his eyes fixed on me. His touch is perfect. After feeling it after long five days feels like heaven to me.
I close my eyes, losing myself in his touch. He knows exactly where I’m most sensitive. I start to arch my back, my breath becoming heavy as an orgasm begins to tighten in my gut. I’m so close, just seconds away.
Suddenly, he stops and my eyes instantly open. He pulls his hand away and stands up.
"Will?" I gasp, staring at him in shock. "Please... don't stop. I'm right there."
He looks down at me, smirking. "I said you deserved a reward, Professor. The reward was the touch of my hand. I never said I was going to let you finish."
God! How could I even think he would give me an orgasm? Will Wilson never leave any of his punishments incomplete?
Taking my hand in his, he makes me stand up. “Two days to go, Professor, and you’ll get what you’re yearning for. Mark my word, the wait will give you the most intense orgasm of your life, and you’ll thank me for it.” He takes off my glasses and kisses me deeply, pulling me to himself by grabbing my buttocks.
Day 6 of Punishment
It’s the last day of my punishment and I’m dying for the orgasm. In the shower every morning, only I know how I control myself from touching myself. It’s pure torture.
But Will, my Master, controlling my pleasure gives me pure satisfaction.
At night after dinner, Will leads me to the living room and makes me sit on the floor, leaning against the sofa, naked. He pulls my legs wide, painfully wide, and uses a rope to secure my ankles to the legs of the table. I am splayed open, completely exposed in the middle of the hall.
Then, he turns on the flat-screen TV.
Moans immediately fill the room. The screen is filled with a woman being thoroughly pleasured. I watch as she is fingered, then fucked, her eyes rolling back as she screams through an intense orgasm.
Fuck! I want this badly right now.
I shift my eyes to the side. I can’t watch it. It’s driving me crazy. He’s so cruel. This time, he takes my punishment to another level.
"Focus on the video, Professor.” Will commands as he settles on the sofa right above me, spreading his legs.
As he begins to stroke himself shamelessly, the sound of his hand moving against his skin mixes with the cinematic moans of the woman on screen.
I am dying. My pussy is pulsing so hard it feels like a second heartbeat. My hands are free, resting at my sides, but they are twitching with the urge to reach down and find the relief I’ve been denied for six days.
"If your hands touch your skin, you have to endure this for one more week,” he warns.
One more week. No. I can’t let that happen.
I let out a whimper as my fingers dig into the carpet. "Will... please. I can't... It's too much."
"Look at her, Iva. Look how she’s coming. That could be you tomorrow. Or it could be you in eight days. The choice is yours."
I watch the woman on the screen arch her back as a man buries himself inside her. I imagine it’s Will.
God! It’s pure torture. I shut my eyes.
"Eyes on the screen," he snaps.
I snap my eyes open. I have to watch. I have to see the pleasure I am forbidden from having. It is the ultimate humiliation, to be his "desperate bitch," wide open and pulsing, while he pleasures himself.
"You're cruel," I sob as my body shakes with the effort of staying still.
"I just want your complete obedience, Professor.” His pace quickens as he nears his end.
I watch him, watch the screen, and I realise that he’s right. This torture is burning away every last bit of my defiance. I don't want to argue anymore. I don't want to tease him. I just want to obey him without question.
When he finally finishes, he exhales a long breath and leans down, his face inches from mine. He traces the line of my wet, swollen labia with a cold finger, just once, before pulling away.
"One more night, Iva. Tomorrow, the Professor gets her graduation."