Chapter 85 The Duster
Will’s P.O.V.
"You failed, Iva.” I walk toward her like a predator. "And you know what happens to students who fail their assignments."
I don't let her answer. I grab her wrists and haul them above her head. There are two heavy-duty hooks in the ceiling right above the chalkboard, I had them installed specifically for this. I loop a set of cuffs around her wrists and click them into the ceiling mounts.
She’s suspended, her toes barely touching the floor in her heels. I grab her waist and shove her forward, grinding her body into the board. The white dust coats her skin, smearing over her breasts, belly, and thighs, imprinting her figure on the surface and ruining her perfectly styled look.
She looks beautifully destroyed, covered in chalk and sweat.
"Since you can't write your lesson, I'll beat it into you," I snarl.
I pick up the wooden duster. I don't use the soft side. I use the hard, flat back of it.
Whack!
As I land the first strike on her right buttock, a cloud of white chalk dust erupts into the air.
"Ah! Master!" she screams, her body swinging slightly from the ceiling.
Whack! Whack!
I rain down a series of hard strikes with the duster. Each blow leaves a rectangular mark in the white dust on her skin. I'm relentless. I want her ass cherry-red and covered in chalk. The vibrating balls are still buzzing inside her, clashing with the hits from the duster and overwhelming her with intense sensation, making her sob and gasp for air.
"Who do these holes belong to?" I demand, striking her again.
"Yours! They're all yours, Master!" she cries out, her head hanging between her arms, her hair dishevelled and dusty.
I love this. I love how the Professor has been completely erased, leaving only the "bitch" I created. I drop the duster and grab the chains on her nipple clamps, pulling them backwards to arch her spine even further against the board.
"Look at you," I whisper in her ear, watching our reflection in the classroom windows. "A chalk-covered, vibrating, plugged-up mess. My favourite kind of anniversary gift."
Iva’s P.O.V.
As he releases the cuffs from the ceiling, my arms drop to my sides. I am a mess. My skin is coated in a thick layer of white chalk dust, my ass is burning from the duster, and the vibrating balls are still humming relentlessly inside my core, making every nerve ending scream.
He reaches into the desk drawer one last time, pulls out a heavy black leather collar and snaps it around my neck. The sound of the cold metal buckle clicking into place sends a shiver down my spine. He clips a short lead to the D-ring.
"The lesson is almost over, Professor.” His eyes with a terrifyingly beautiful hunger, are fixed on me.
This session feels endless. Seeing me in the classroom again after all these years has really driven him wild.
“Now Crawl." He gives the leash a firm tug, and I drop to my hands and knees.
He points at the back of the room, and as I move, the chalk dust on the floor coats my palms and knees. I feel like a total animal, a true "desperate bitch," crawling across the floor of the classroom while my husband, my Master, walks calmly beside me, holding my leash. The butt plug shifts with every move of my hips, and the vibration inside me is driving me to the brink of another orgasm.
We reach the very back of the room. The last desk. The exact spot where Will sat years ago, the seat of the student who caught my eye and eventually stole my soul.
"Stop," he commands.
I freeze. He hoists me up by the collar before forcing me to lean over the desk. My chest presses against the wood, and he grinds himself, standing behind me.
"This desk was mine.” He grips my chalk-smeared hips so hard his fingers leave imprints. "And everything on it is mine. Especially you."
He doesn't waste any time. He enters me from behind with a deep thrust. I let out a choked cry and my fingers claw at the edges of the desk. He begins to fuck me with a feral intensity.
I am lost. I am no longer the Professor. I am just a woman, bound by a collar, covered in chalk, being claimed by the only man who truly owns me. Each thrust hits my G-spot, and with the vibrating balls still pulsing against him, the sensation is more than I can bear.
"Tell me whose desk this is!" He asks, biting my earlobe.
"It's yours, Master! Ah... It's all yours!"
He grabs the leash and pulls my head back so I’m forced to look at the dark classroom, at the board covered in my own desperate writing.
"Everything... is yours..." I moan, and then I break.
I cum so hard the world turns white, my internal muscles clamping around him. Seconds later, I feel his body stiffening as he fills me completely, marking his territory one last time in the place where it all began.
He stays buried inside me for a long time, his forehead resting against the back of my neck, our heavy breathing echoing through the silent room. I feel so ruined, so exhausted, and so incredibly loved.