Blaine
Once she's a couple of feet away from me, she stops and gazes into my eyes.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
Her nostrils flare and she continues until her head is between my calves and she can't move any further. Azira keeps her eyes forward, no longer holding my gaze.
"Look at me," I order.
She cranes her neck awkwardly to meet my gaze, and the desire in her eyes makes my cock stir. A natural born masochist that loves degredation. She's too damn perfect. "Now fetch me a pen and paper from my desk." I nod toward the desk behind me, knowing I need to approach this carefully.
Her expression turns irritated, but she does as she's told, crawling on all fours to get the pen and paper I left out on the top.
She's about to reach up and grab the items off the desk.
"With your teeth," I instruct.
Her expression turns shocked. "Sir?"
"I said with your teeth, one at a time."
Her throat bobs and she grabs the pen off the desk with her teeth after struggling to get it twice, crawling toward me and handing it to me like the good little pet she is.
"Good girl. Now the paper."
Her nostrils flare, but she does as she's told, crawling back to the desk to get the paper and grabbing it with her teeth. When she returns, I take the paper from her mouth and pat her head like a dog.
"Well done, Azira."
Her eyes dilate at my praise, and she remains still, eagerly awaiting my next instruction. Add another aspect she loves, praise as well as degredation. The look in her eyes drives me wild as I set the paper down on my lap. "Now, I want you to take the pen in your hand and write what I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." She takes the pen from my hand.
"Place your other hand on my thigh," I say.
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip as she places her left hand on my right thigh to steady herself and await my instruction.
"Write the following. I am a dirty little pain slut."
Her cheeks redden as she writes the first sentence. My cock is hard beneath the paper on my lap.
"And I should learn to control myself and not climax while I'm being whipped."
If I thought her cheeks couldn't get redder, they do. But like the dutiful submissive she is, she does as she's told and writes the next sentence, her hand trembling slightly as she does.
Our proximity is making it difficult to focus as I watch her sink her teeth into her bottom lip and gaze up at me, waiting for the next sentence.
"Tell me what you're thinking right now, Sidorov."
"I'm thinking this is a weird as hell," she mutters.
I grab her chin forcefully, digging my fingertips into her skin hard enough to hurt. "No lies. No fucking filter. Tell me the truth."
"Sir?"
"What are you thinking in that dirty little mind of yours?" I ask again. "And don't make me ask you again."
She flutters her thick eyelashes before saying softly, "I'm thinking I'd like to see the bulge you are hiding in your pants underneath this paper." Her eyes dip to my crotch, even while I'm holding her chin, which is indeed bulging and hard.
Azira licks her lips, making my balls ache. Any resolve I had to control my urges shatters in an instant at the thought of her pouty lips wrapped around me as I slam my cock into her throat like an animal.
"Do you deserve that after being such a bad girl?"
She shakes her head and averts my gaze. "No, sir."
I release her chin and throw the paper on the ground, grabbing the pen in her hand and chucking it on top.
"What are you-"
I grab her wrists and force her hands palm down on each of my thighs, close to my cock, but just far enough. "Don't move your hands. Do you understand?"
She nods in response. "Yes, sir."
"Today, your punishment will be to stay like that and watch while I jerk myself off."
Her eyes go so wide they're like saucers as she almost splutters. "Sir?"
"And then I'm going to cum all over that pretty little face of yours." I unzip my pants and she stares up at me as if she's frozen in time. To be fair, this is insane, but I don't care.
Azira Sidorov doesn't suffer from pain and she doesn't suffer from degredation, so dangling something she wants in her face and denying her it is the best option. I will force her to watch but not touch, no matter how badly she wants to. No matter how hungry she is for my cock.
Forcing her to watch me pleasure myself before climaxing in her face will be a punishment of a sort for her, even if she will enjoy every second from the spark in her eyes. I've met my match with Azira Sidorov. A girl who is impossible to punish because she's just as fucked up and twisted as me.
I pull my cock out of my pants, and Azira's eyes widen. "Have you ever even seen a cock before, Sidorov?"
She is mesmerized by it as she shakes her head. "No, sir." Her tongue darts out across her lips and she looks like she's starving for it. As if she wants to reach out and worship it, but she doesn't get what she wants.
"Now, remember, no moving."
Her eyes meet mine and there's disappointment in her expression.
I tighten my grasp on the shaft of my cock and stare down at her as I move it up and down, watching the way her eyes dilate with desire. It's impossible not to watch her beautiful face as I fist myself with harder, more forceful strokes, my balls heavy with cum.
Azira moves her hand toward my cock, and I shake my head. "No moving. Remember the rules."
She pouts at me. "Sorry, sir. I just really want to touch you."
I groan. "And bad girls don't get what they want, because then it wouldn't be a punishment, would it?"
She shakes her head and puts her hand back in place on my thighs, looking up at me like an eager puppy. It makes my cock harder as I slide my hand up and down with more force, imaging her lips wrapped around me.
I groan, my cock leaking precum.
And that's when I notice her shuffle as if in discomfort, trying to rub her thighs together while she's kneeling on the floor and chasing her own pleasure.
"No moving," I bark.
Her eyes widen. "But, sir-"
I grab her chin with my free hand and yank her even closer, so her lips are now about two inches from my cock. The image is so fucking perverse as she stares at it hungrily. "But nothing, Sidorov. You stay as still as a fucking statue and sit like a good girl. Do you understand?"
She releases a frustrated sigh, her breath teasing my shaft. "Yes, sir."
"This is a punishment, not a reward."
"And it's damn right excruciating," she murmurs.
"Good." I know exactly how she feels, as although this is supposed to be a punishment for her, it feels like torture for me. Having her lips and hands so close to me and yet I can't let her touch me as that would give her what she wants.
Her expression turns adorably furious as she watches my hand move up and down my shaft intently, as if she's waiting for me to tell her she can touch. Unfortunately for her, she will be disappointed. I'm nothing if not disciplined.
I watch her face and allow my imagination to run wild with thoughts of all the dirty fucking things I'd like to do to her while she bounces up and down eagerly on my cock. My eyes dip to her breasts, which, despite being completely hidden by her shirt with no cleavage in sight, look full and firm beneath the fabric. The image of her naked and on top of me is almost too much to bear as I grunt, my release coming hard and fast.
"Take every drop," I growl as I come apart, shooting my cum at Azira.
Her face turns startled as I climax all over her face and neck, making a mess of her shirt as some splatters on to there, too.
Once the shock wears off, I notice her tongue dart out to taste my cum. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen from such an innocent virgin. Clearly, she's not so innocent after all.
I grab a fistful of her hair and angle her face up to me. "Are you hungry for my cum, Azira?"
She nods in response, eyes dilated. "Yes, sir."
"Such a dirty little girl. I'm not sure if this was a punishment for you either, was it?"
Her nostrils flare as she brings a finger to her face and scrapes off the cum and then slides it into her mouth, sucking suggestively. "It was punishment not to touch you, but at least I get to taste you."
My cock hardens again, forcing me to release her hair and shove it back into my pants before I take this a step too far.
Azira looks disappointed as she keeps her hands on my thighs, but grips them tighter. "Crawl backwards," I order.
She reluctantly takes her hands off of my thighs and crawls backward on all fours.
"Now clean yourself up and get to your next class," I say, standing and marching toward the door of the classroom. "Twice in a week isn't like you, Sidorov. I don't expect to see you again so soon. Do you understand?" I don't look at her, keeping my back facing her.
"I understand, sir." There's a slight ache to her voice, as if she's hurt by my cold treatment.
She needs to understand that I'm barely a man anymore. A beast is more of a fitting description. I march out of the classroom and leave her on all fours with my cum coating her face, knowing that I never should have crossed that line with her.
Azira Sidorov is like my kryptonite and the more I learn about what makes her tick, the more I want her in ways she could never imagine.