The corner of his mouth lifts into a semblance of a smile. “Keep it on.”
It’s like he’s just told himself a joke but doesn’t want to share. Before I can muster up the courage to ask, he strides across the room, passing me to stop at the huge round torture device thingy at the wall.
It’s made of two semi-circles covered in leather joined to form a complete shape. Six hooks attached to metal plates recess at its edges, but that’s not the most ominous part.
At the floor, where the submissive is supposed to stand are evenly spaced foot plates. And three sets of leather straps to secure them at the ankles, knees, and thighs.
At the chest area is a huge belt that may as well be an under-bust corset and looks like it goes around the ribcage. Then the arms are spread out to the sides and strapped down with even more leather belts.
My stomach tightens into a knot. He wouldn’t…
“Sir?” The word comes out hoarse, so I have to clear my throat. “What is that thing?”
He pulls it out and kicks out a lever at the back that forms a massive stand. “A bondage wheel.”
I gulp. “Is it safe?”
He turns around and gives me his first genuine smile. “I take care of what’s mine,” he says, his voice soft. “You won’t come to any unintentional harm.”
“Which means you intend to cause me harm?” I squeak.
He snorts. “Come here.”
I crawl over to him on trembling arms and legs. My heart beats so hard that my entire upper body trembles, and sweat slickens my palms.
When I reach him, he places a warm hand on the top of my head, melting away the tension in my shoulders.
“Do you remember your safe words?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Tell me.”
I lick my dry lips. “Amber for when I need you to slow down. Red for when I need you to stop.”
Professor Segul threads his fingers through my hair and gives me a gentle tug, so my head tilts up. This time, when I meet his eyes, they’re completely dark.
“You will use them at the first sign of discomfort, understood?”
My heart skips. Is he saying that because he still thinks I’m hung over or because this bondage wheel is particularly intense?
“I will.”
He nods. “Stand.”
Excitement thrums in my chest and my nipples tighten into peaks. It looks like I’m about to find out.
The professor takes my hand, guides me to the base of the bondage wheel, and helps me onto the foot plates. Several sets of metal buckles clank as I settle onto the device, and the leather against my back cools my fevered skin.
Even though I’m on a platform and standing higher than usual, Professor Segul still towers over me with an air of menace that’s as alarming as it is arousing.
“This is the only time I will kneel for you,” he says, his words gentle as he bends to secure my ankles with the leather straps.
With each slide of the leather against my skin, each clink of the metal, heat floods my pussy, bringing with it a surge of wet desire. I clench the muscles there and whimper.
This is a lot to endure just to get a fuck.
But I’m not complaining because this is a thousand times better than the time I squandered my virginity.