“One would have thought you would have learned by now, but that one is for talking without permission.” Professor Segul guides my head down with one hand and presses his forearm down even harder against my lower back. “How many more spanks should I add to your punishment?”
I shake my head, not daring to utter a word.
“Good girls get pleasure, while bad ones get punishment,” he says with the same authority he used to deliver his first lecture. “Either way, you’ll come to crave my touch, beg for it, until every orgasm you experience will be bland unless it’s at my hand.”
I shake my head, refusing to hear those words, even though I know they could be true.
He continues like this, each slap bringing a sting that ripples sensation to my clit until it becomes a beacon of need. Then after the pain comes the pleasure. I’m so close, my body teetering so near to the cusp of orgasm, that I’d withstand any amount of pain if he would let me climax.
By the time he stops, my vision is a blur from tears, and I can barely think straight. I’m still on the brink of an orgasm and desperate for his touch.
“Since you enjoy it so much, we’ll include foot worship in your training. I’ll teach you how to suck my toes.”
I stifle a groan because he won’t believe me when I say I don’t like feet.
I likehim.
Maybe not so much after the hard spanking, but I’ll get over it.
“But first, you’re going to suck my cock.”
ChapterTen
MARIUS
There’s only one thing more delightful than Phoenix’s ass, and that is Phoenix’s ass after I’ve spanked it a delectable shade of red. My handprints form two neat, oval patches that contrast with her pale skin. The overhead lighting only accentuates the artistic tableau.
She lies across my lap, her limbs trembling and limp and splayed to showcase her glistening pussy.
It takes every shred of willpower not to stick my fingers into that sweet cunt, not to feel those tight muscles close in around my digits as I imagine what they could do to my cock.
This is her punishment, and I only gave just enough pleasure to train her to yearn for my touch. It’s working because she’s a moaning and quivering mess.
“On your knees.” I release the forearm I rested on her lower back and recline on the leather throne.
Phoenix doesn’t move. Instead, she groans with frustration, her ass swaying gently from side to side, the embodiment of temptation. My cock pulses at the display of neediness.
“Is this your non-verbal way of saying you want to climax, Miss Stahl?” I ask, my lips curling into a smile.
She nods, making a muffled sound.
“You have my permission to speak.”
“Please,” she whispers.
“Use your words.”
“Please, I need your fingers,” she says through panting breaths. “I need you to make me cum.”
My chest makes a satisfied thrum, because she’s exactly where I want her: humbled, desperate, needy. After today, I doubt she’ll ever dare to think she has the upper hand with me. I give her a gentle pat on her ass, my insides flaring at the heat radiating from her skin.
“Get on your knees and earn it.”
With another groan, she slides off my lap and drops down to kneel between my spread legs. She probably can’t sit on her haunches because of what I did to her ass, but she rests her forearms on my spread thighs.
I allow it, because I’m magnanimous like that.
Phoenix bows her head, lashes lowered, and I can only presume she’s staring at the cock straining in my leather pants. I make a note to wear something less restrictive the next time because I have never been as hard or as needy or as feral as I am right now with Phoenix.