Chapter Sixteen

Chelsea

I turned to watch Andrew at the stack of drawers. His naked back was tanned, and a sheen of sweat sat in the gutter, down near the waistband of his pants.

When was he going to get naked?

Once again I was his captive. Trussed up, on my tiptoes, breathless from one of the fastest orgasms I’d ever reached.

“I have lots of plans for you, but first this.” He came over to me, holding some kind of leather strap and a chain in the other. “Your little titties need decorating.”

I was breathing fast, my chest rising and falling. He opened a small black leather clip and very carefully attached it to my right nipple.

With a gasp I jerked away; the nip of pain followed.

“Shh.” He stroked my cheek. “You’ll get used to it.”

Part of me was desperate to play his game, the other part wanted to demand he remove it.

“Good girl,” he said and secured another clamp to my left nipple. The delicate gold chain swung between my breasts.

I hissed in a breath and waited for the sting to subside. My pussy clenched, and a tug in my belly pulled between my breasts and my clit.

“That’s it.” He touched his lips to mine. “You can do this, trust me. It will make the experience even more intense.”

“I do trust you.”

He smiled and walked slowly around me. I was high on lust, buzzing with anticipation. He’d been right, in my fantasies, we’d never done this. My wet dreams had been much tamer.

How na?ve I’d been.

“Open your mouth.” He held ball gag on a leather strap in front of my face. “You’re going to want to scream, and I can’t have you waking the entire place. It’s two in the morning.”

“Scream?” I wasn’t so sure about that.

“In a good way, an orgasmic way.”

Okay, that I could get on board with.

He took my lack of refusal as permission and slotted the ball gag into my mouth. It tasted of nothing and pressed lightly against my tongue. The strap he made secure, fastening it on the crown of my head, flattening my hair, tugging the roots slightly.

“Very nice.” He walked back around me, trailing his fingers over my body. “And all mine to do whatever the hell I want with.”

Yes! I wanted to shout. Do it. Whatever the hell you want. I’m yours. I have been for so many years.

He stooped and removed his shoes, his socks, and set them beside the chair. He then wandered across the room, back to the stack of drawers as if he had all the time in the world and I wasn’t hanging there wet and wanting.

“This.” He turned with what appeared to be a devilishly long vibrator. “Is something you’re going to love and hate.”

I blinked, which was really all I could do.

“And you’re going to have to believe that I know when enough is enough, okay.”

I gulped, then nodded. What was the alternative? Shake my head and have him untie me? No, I wanted this. I wanted to see my professor as his raw, feral, twisted self. I needed that more than anything.

“You ready for the magic wand?” He stood in front of me, and my attention dipped to his groin. He was hard, his cock outlined beneath his pants.

I nodded again.

“Good.” He pressed a button, and the wand buzzed. “It’s pleasant, feel.” He touched it to the end of my nose.

The buzz traveled over my face, singing into my ears.

“Just relax,” he said. “That’s really all you have to do. You don’t even have to hold yourself up if it gets too much. The chain will do that.”

The buzzing slid down my body, skimmed my hips, the length of my thighs, and then up to my pussy.

“Wider.”

He touched his foot to mine, forcing my legs apart; it wasn’t easy, though. I was already suspended on my toes.

“And don’t worry about how wet you get, I like that. A lot.” He set the wand over my pussy, the center on my clit.

I bucked forward then back; the sensation was mind-blowingly intense.

He chuckled. “You like that, huh?”

I nodded, my eyes wide.

“Good, now come whenever you want, that’s the idea.” His free hand was in the dip of my back now, keeping me in place, my clit firmly on the wand. “Come as much as you want.”

The sensation was wicked, the pulsing fast and efficient. Soon I was almost there, panting around the gag and my belly tight. I was going to come again.

“Good girl, that’s it.” His eyes flashed with excitement. “I can see it, I can see your climax. Come. Now.”

I did, a blast of pleasure that exploded from my clit and ravished my body in white-hot bliss.

But he didn’t move the wand. He kept it firmly on my clit. It was sensation overload. I cried out around the gag, pushed away, canted my hips, twisted. It was no good—he had me where he wanted me.

“And again, come again.”

Fuck, my head was going to explode! Come again?

“Stop fighting it.” His tone was sterner now. “Come again. I know you can.”

I shook my head and bucked my hips. But the domed head was right there delivering shockwave after shockwave to my clit. It was so intense it hurt.

“It’s not pain,” he said as if reading my mind. “It’s sensation, it’s erotic, harness it, come again, I promise it will be worth it.”

With my fists clenched, I tried to do what he’d said and push past the need to escape. Sure enough, after a few seconds the pressure of another climax was building. It stormed toward me like a freight train then blasted through me.

My head fell back, my body barely feeling like mine as a wild orgasm ravaged me.

“Fuck yeah.” His mouth was on my neck, sucking, giving me a hickey.

But again he didn’t move the wand, and still it tormented my clit. But this time when my orgasm began to fade another one stacked up, jerking my hips with the force of its fast crescendo. And then like stormy waves they came, another and another. I could hardly catch my breath. Knowing where one orgasm ended and the next began was impossible.

“That’s it, that’s it. So fucking hot.” His mouth was on mine. “Keep doing that, babe.”

I had no choice, I was at his mercy. My body no longer under my control, I was a mass of orgasmic matter under his command. My hands and feet tingled, my nipples were tight and hot, and my pussy wept each time it spasmed through a fresh release.

Everything left my mind. It wasn’t blank, just a mass of flashes and searing-hot thoughts.

“A bit longer, a few more.” He looked down at where he held the wand against me. “Ride that high.”

I was high, he was right, high on coming. Fuck.

He took hold of the chain between my nipples and tugged. The pinch of pain condensed the orgasm ripping through me, and I cried out around the gag, my knees giving up completely so I just hung there, pulsating, throbbing, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“God, you’re perfect.”

Suddenly the wand was gone, my battered, swollen clit no longer subjected to its sweet torture.

He went around me. I was in a dreamy state, endorphins rushing through my system.

The gag came out, and I barely summoned the energy to lick my lips. He then released the nipple clamps, the rush of blood to my nipples dragging a gasp from my throat.

“Come here, sweet girl.” He released the cuffs and caught me as I dropped into his waiting arms. “I’ve got you. I will always have you and I will always protect you.” He kissed my cheek, his lips moving to my ear and nibbling. “I love you, I have for so long.”

I couldn’t respond, I was a limp doll, my brain mush. I only had enough thought to know that I wouldn’t have the energy to ride him if that’s what he wanted—he’d need to do all the work to sate himself.

“Lie over here.” He urged me onto a leather bench, bending me over the way he had when he’d spanked me. “Just breathe,” he said. “Allow your body to stay limp and pliant.”

It was all I could do, and I let my weight relax and my arms hang forward. My cheek squashed on the leather.

In my peripheral vision I saw his pants land in a heap. He was naked behind me, his cock at my pussy.

He pushed into my sopping, quivering pussy, and I moaned at the dense sensation stretching my teased flesh.

“Ah yeah…still trembling and tight from your orgasms.” He grasped my ass cheeks and bottomed out, his balls pressing up against my pussy lips.

Having him inside me was incredible, the icing on the cake to my immense satisfaction, and I closed my eyes, lost to him. But he didn’t pound in and out of me, he glided, a languid, controlled fuck that didn’t match the moans of lust coming from him.

Coolness slid down the crack of my buttocks, and then his finger was over my asshole.

I whimpered, the need for him to touch me everywhere was intense, even though no one had ever touched me there before.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, breaching my darkest hole with his finger as he fucked me with his cock. “We’re perfect together.”

There were no words in my mouth. I was still high on being possessed by him.

“Don’t fight me, okay.” He added another finger to my ass. “Because this is going to happen. I will claim you here.”

I knew what he was going to do, that much made sense, and when he removed his lubed fingers and set his cock at my anus, I blew out a breath, letting go of any tension.

I was going to get my ass fucked—by my hot professor.

He gripped my hair with one hand, his fingers tight, then with the other he held my waist. His legs were butted against mine as he found purchase on my hole. And then, on a slow ride, he pushed his cock in. It was a steady invasion that widened me around his thick head and filled my rear with his density.

“Ah fuck, you’re incredible.” He’d taken me, absolutely. “And don’t worry…I’m not going to pound in and out…of you…oh fuck, it’s here.” His fingers tightened. He stiffened, his root widening. “Ah, yeah…I’m coming…”

He throbbed inside me, succumbing to his release and growling out fierce unholy praises to the good Lord above.

He leaned over me, and heat spread over my chest. He kissed my ear, his breaths a storm.

“Mine,” he growled. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m…yours.”

“All fucking mine.” He thrust his hips as though he couldn’t get deep enough. “And I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you.”

I trembled and shook, my asshole clamping around his cock. A blissful sense of satisfaction poured through me. Finally, we were together and we’d never be parted.

After a few minutes, he straightened and withdrew.

I shivered. Sweat was cooling my skin.

“Babe, come here.” He pulled me into his embrace. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” I smiled up at him and looped my arms around his neck. “I’ve wanted you for so long, to experience the real you. And now I have.”

“And you didn’t hate it?”

“No.”

“At least not yet.” He kissed me, a long, sexy kiss that assured me we were soul mates. “Let’s shower.” He broke the kiss and took my hand. “This way.”

The shower cubicle was a big walk-in, and a large mirror opposite quickly steamed when Andrew turned the faucet on.

Soon we were under the warm water, our flesh slick in our embrace.

He tilted my chin so I was staring up at him. “I want to do something. It’s a bit basic, but hot, for me at least.”

Now what did he have planned?

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Stand here.” He moved me into the corner, out of the water but still in the cubicle. “And stand still.”

He held his cock, he was almost flaccid now, and gritted his teeth. After a moment, a stream of pee came from him. He looked me in the eye and directed it at my abdomen. The warm golden liquid covered me, slid down me, and I stood there, letting him piss on me.

“Marking your territory?” I asked.

“Yes.” Excitement danced in his eyes. “Fuck, yes.”

After a few more seconds the flow stopped, and he released his cock. He reached for me and tugged me back into the water. “It’s so fucking sexy to do that to you.”

I’d found it sexy, too, the meaning behind it. It was primitive, animalistic, and I wanted to belong to him in every way that I could.

The scent of peachy soap filled my nose. He’d lathered up his hands. “I’ll wash you, then we’ll sleep. You need that now.”

“I am tired.”

“I know.” He kissed the tip of his nose. “Multiple orgasms and an ass fuck will do that to a woman.”

I giggled then sighed when he soaped my breasts. I’d never get enough of him touching me. I knew that for a fact.