Chapter 80 Reward Time
Iva’s P.O.V.
I wake up with a genuine smile on my face, the first one in a week. My body still feels like a live wire, and the ache between my legs is so intense, but today is the day. The seven-day punishment is finally over.
Thank God!
But then I realise that I’m alone in bed. Where does Will go so early in the morning?
I pick up my glasses from the table, put them on, then grab my phone and text Will.
Me: Where are you, baby? My punishment is finally over, right?
Will: I’m in the home gym. Come find me.
When I reach the gym, I find Will in the middle of a bench press, his muscles glistening with sweat. The sight makes my knees weak, like always.
I stand in the doorway and ask, “Is it over now? Is my punishment finally done?”
Will doesn't stop. He finishes his last few reps, then sets the bar back on the stand and sits up.
Breathing hard, he looks at me with a smirk. “Not until I say so, Professor.” His voice is gravelly from the workout.
I let out a frustrated whine, stepping closer. “You’re getting super hard on me, Will.”
“And I know it drives my professor crazy when I’m this hard on her during punishment,” he counters, standing up and towering over me.
Adjusting my glasses, I say, “But last night was complete torture. Watching that video... watching you... I thought I was going to lose my mind.”
He cups my cheek. “And today is going to be heaven,” he promises, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. “You deserve your reward, because you took your punishment so well.”
I lean into his touch as he continues, “I’m proud of you. You’re my good girl. You didn’t even touch yourself last night when I know you were screaming for it. That is exactly what I want from you, your complete control, held firmly in my hands.”
He leans down and places a tender kiss on my forehead. It feels like a badge of honour for surviving the week.
“Get undressed now. It’s your reward time, Professor.”
I comply, grinning, pulling off my nightwear.
Will’s eyes darken as he looks at my naked body. I’m standing in the centre of the gym, my skin shivering, not from the cool air, but from the agonising weight of seven days of unspent desire. One touch of him, and I’ll explode.
God! Finally, I’ll get the orgasm. It feels like a dream now.
"This week, you learned that your body is a vessel for my commands, Professor. Today, I’m going to turn that vessel inside out. I’m going to tie you in every corner of this room and give you unlimited orgasms. And you don’t need my permission. I want you to scream until your throat is raw."
My pussy twitches at his words.
Damn! Unlimited orgasms after one week without any. I just can’t wait.
I am bound on a flat weight bench in an extremely exposed position. Will knows how much I love bondage, so he always finds new ways to secure me. Today, he’s rewarding me, which’s why he's gone the extra mile with it.
My ankles are spread wide and hoisted high, tied to both ends of the overhead pull-up bar beside my head. My arms are folded over my thighs and lashed tightly to the steel frame under the bench, stretching my entire body. This heavy tension yanks my lower body upward and wrenches my thighs apart, leaving me helpless and exposing both my holes completely to him.
He stands in front of me, hiding something behind his back.
“Are you ready for it, Professor?” Before I can even answer, he presses the head of the vibrator directly against my clit on the highest setting.
I scream instantly. My body arches so hard I think the ropes might snap. After a week of nothing, the sensation is violent. I don't even last thirty seconds before my first orgasm hits me, my core convulsing so hard it hurts.
But he doesn’t pull the wand away. He keeps it there through the sensitivity, forcing me into a second, even more intense orgasm. This time he also rams his finger in and out of my exposed asshole.
He was right, the week of waiting has made this the most powerful release I've ever felt. It feels incredible. Despite the heavy ropes biting into my skin and pinning me to the bench, the pleasure is so deep I feel like I’m floating.
And I know this is only the beginning. Will has so much more in store for me today, and I’m ready for every bit of it.
By the time he leads me to the final machine, I am a beautiful, wrecked mess. Over the last hour, he has moved me from one machine to the next, restraining me in unique, demanding positions that left me utterly exposed.
I’ve been arched over the rowing machine while he finger-fucked me with a brutal rhythm, I’ve been draped over the leg-press, my thighs forced wide while he used a dildo to pleasure me. He has literally sucked the orgasms out of me until my voice went hoarse from screaming. I am drenched in sweat and my muscles are trembling with exhaustion, yet my core is still throbbing with an ache.
The toys were heaven, but they weren't him.
As he finishes securing my wrists to the pull-up bar of the cable crossover machine, my toes barely graze the floor. I am suspended, my chest thrust forward, my entire body elongated and helpless.
I look at him with pleading eyes, panting. “Please, Will... I’m longing to feel you inside me. No more toys. Just you.”
Will stands before me, his eyes dark with a hunger that tells me finally I’m going get what I’m dying for.
Then he drops his shorts and his hard dick springs free, thick, pulsing, and ready to claim what is his.
God! I can’t wait to feel him inside me after a week of waiting.
“Your wait is finally over, Professor.” He steps closer and grabs my hips. His fingers dig into my skin with a bruising force that I welcome as he lifts me slightly. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling the void that has been aching for seven long days.
My loud moan filled with immense pleasure echoes through the gym.
It feels so damn…
I don’t have words.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my body against him as he begins to pound into me. Every thrust is a reclamation. He isn't just giving me pleasure, he is re-establishing his territory.
The week of punishment, longings, the clamps, the cold metal, and the visual torture all culminate in this single moment. I feel my walls contract around him, a violent, pulsing climax beginning to take hold of my entire body.
“Will!” I sob, my head falling back as I explode.
He groans and hitches my legs higher, driving deeper until he finds his own release. He pours himself into me, holding me suspended against the machine as our hearts thunder in a shared rhythm.
We stay like this for a few minutes, breathing heavily, our bodies pressed.
“Class dismissed, Professor,” he whispers in my ear as he finally lets my feet touch the floor.
I hang there, limp and blissful. The week was hell, but as I look at the man who broke me just to put me back together, I know I would endure it a thousand times over just for this.