One By One

One By One

Gabriel continued to grip the slick wood edge until his knuckles were white. He continued to watch Yaren, and her defiance only made him want her more, it made him want to put her in her place.

He’d given her a clear, absolute order to take the blanket and leave, but she has outrightly refused, she chose to defy him.

He watched her loosen her hold on both ends of the blanket, he watched the fabric fall off her shoulders and pool at her feet. The sight of her without it was devastatingly beautiful and profane, the chiffon blouse was a second skin at this point. The image was burned onto his retina before she even finished the movement.

The invitation was the very destruction he had been trying so hard to fight.

"Yaren...." He warned, his voice was low and gravelly. He was so close to losing his control, so close.

"I'm.... I'm not leaving, sir." She told him quietly, but her tone was decisive.

He didn't speak immediately, he couldn't. He didn't trust himself to say the right thing. He watched her tremble visibly, he watched the tears in her eyes spill and streak down her cheeks. He saw her chest heave erratically but she still seemed breathless. She was a wreck, she was beautiful, innocent, a total wreck, and she was forcing his hand.

His restraint thinned completely.

"Come here." He heard himself say before he could stop himself, but there was no going back.

He watched panic fill her eyes, but then it slowly changed to submission. He watched her legs begin to move towards him and he knew there truly was no going back now. She moved slowly towards him until she was barely an arm's reach away.

It happened quickly; one moment she was hesitating before him, the next he had grabbed her wrist and dragged her closer until her bosom was pressed against his hard chest. His voice was by her ear almost immediately, his hot breath fanned the side of her neck and he felt her body shudder.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, Yaren."

Her breath hitched sharply as he spun her around and shoved her down so she was bent over his desk just like he'd imagined earlier. He didn't hesitate, his hand pressed down on her back to keep her in place while his other hand pushed her skirt up and bunched it at her waist to expose her trembling legs up to her panties which he knew wasn't damp from the rain alone.

He gripped her hip so his fingers dug into her soft flesh, and she whimpered quietly. He pressed close against her ass which was propped up and he watched her knuckles pale as she gripped the edge of his desk tightly.

He leaned in again so his breath was hot against her ear. “You like this, don’t you?”

He knew she did, he could tell from how badly she was trembling. He felt her swallow hard beneath the pressure of his arm. He didn't need a verbal response from her though, he began rubbing along her back and shoulders. The warmth of his hands contrasted sharply with the coolness of her soaked shirt but he didn't mind.

“You’re tense,” he noted. He knew the source; guilt, desire, fear, and excitement. They were all consuming her at once.

He released her hip for a moment, he let her think he was going to stop like he had last time and he heard her breath hitch. But his hand was already raised, and his palm made delibeeate contact with her ass as he spanked her for all the frustration she'd caused him, plus, he needed to assert his dominance.

She yelped, the sound was half pain and half pleasure, and it was music to his ears.

Another one followed, harder this time. He watched a hot flush spread across her skin, but he pressed down on her back again to keep her in place.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you, Yaren?" he asked her. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

He could tell she wanted this, he could tell she was enjoying this more than she let on.

She moaned quietly and he took it as an answer. He reached out and gently rubbed her ass, his fingers traced the angry red marks his palm had left, and he felt her body relax ever so slightly as he soothed the sting.

But then, his fingers began to move lower sensually, it made her hips twitch involuntarily. He found her drenched slit and he had to control himself and thought else he'd snap and do the unthinkable to her. She would have jerked upright if he hadn't pinned her down. And she could only whimper helplessly as her hips twitched desperately.

"Professor...." She moaned breathlesy.

But he didn't respond, not even when she reminded him that he was her professor and he had no business doing this to her right now.

His fingers began to rub her drenched slit in a slow circular motion which had her moaning and trembling even more.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked her, giving her the final chance to back out.

She shook her head quickly. But he wasn't about to take that as an answer.

"Say it."

"No." She whimpered.

"Where are your manners, Yaren?"

She whinned and whimpered before finally getting the words out. "No sir."

He continued his slow torture, his fingers kept rubbing and teasing till her moans got louder, more desperate. Her body was trembling so much now that she could hardly stand.

"Please..." She started to beg quietly.

He felt his cock harden even more till his trousers felt too tight. He wanted her this way, he wanted her to cry and beg him for more as he gave her a snippet of how much pleasure he could give her. He leaned in so his lips brushed against her ear lightly.

"Just a little longer," he whispered. He'd reward her if she was patient, he'd always been like that; he rewarded people who deserves it and he punished just the same.

"Please." She choked out, she was crying even more.

He was satisfied with her submission, satisfied with her need. And with a final rub, his fingers slid inside her tight and dripping slit, one by one.