The dim light cast long shadows across Professor Claire Sanders’ spacious office. Past midnight, the halls of Vixen Vale University stood empty. Claire ran her fingers through her red hair, watching the silky strands shimmer in the lamplight. At 30, her brilliant mind had catapulted her to become the youngest professor in the University. She commanded respect and admiration from students and faculty alike. But beneath her poised, authoritative facade, Claire harbored a deep yearning to submit, to be utterly dominated.
She shifted in her chair, the seam of her tight pencil skirt rubbing against her most sensitive area. All day, she had been fighting the haze of arousal clouding her thoughts. She needed relief. Her hand crept under her skirt, fingers stroking through the dampness of her panties.
Claire let out a shaky breath, parting her thighs to grant herself better access. She circled her throbbing clit, a soft moan escaping her lips. In her mind, she was on her knees, wrists bound, gazing up at a powerful woman, a goddess who ruled her completely.
“So this is how you spend your evenings, Professor,” a sardonic voice drawled from the doorway.
Claire’s eyes flew open, her hand jerking away from her now soaked panties. There stood Alex, one of her students, her black hair falling in waves, dark-framed glasses perched on her freckled nose. In her hand, Alex held her phone, the camera pointed directly at Claire, recording her every move. Claire felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment and something more dangerous as she drank in the sight of Alex leaning against the doorframe, capturing her most intimate moment.
“I was just…I didn’t…you can’t…” Claire stammered, attempting to compose herself. She tugged her skirt back into place.
Alex stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her. “Oh, I assure you, I can. The real question, Professor, is what are we going to do about this?” She smirked, eyes gleaming.
Claire’s heart hammered. Alex had caught her in a compromising position. This could ruin her career. “Please, Alex, I’ll do anything. Don’t tell anyone,” she pleaded.
“I had a feeling you might say that,” Alex purred, circling behind Claire’s chair. “I have a proposition for you.”
Claire shivered at the feel of Alex’s warm breath ghosting over the nape of her neck. “W-what kind of proposition?” She could barely speak past her growing desire.
Alex leaned in close, lips brushing Claire’s ear. “Be my submissive.”
Claire’s eyes widened, a violent shudder of lust wracking her frame. Her deepest, darkest fantasy laid bare. She licked her lips, pulse thrumming. Did she dare take what she had only dreamed about?
As if sensing her hesitation, Alex leaned back, her voice low and seductive. “You want it. I can tell. Your body betrays you, Claire.”
Hearing her name on Alex’s lips sent a fresh wave of arousal straight to Claire’s core. She pulsed and ached, empty and wanting. “Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes, I want it.”
“Excellent. We begin now. Your first rule: No touching unless I give permission.” Alex’s fingers skimmed down Claire’s arms, eliciting a full-body shiver. “The punishment for disobedience is a spanking.”
Claire nearly came from those words alone. She nodded frantically. “I understand.”
“Good girl,” Alex cooed. “Now be still and silent while I play with my new toy.” She began unbuttoning Claire’s blouse with agonizing slowness, knuckles brushing over the swells of her breasts.
Claire bit her lip against a whimper, following Alex’s commands. She was on fire, her skin prickling with heat. Her nipples pebbled against the lace of her bra, straining for attention. She ached to be touched, to be stroked and caressed.
Alex ran a finger down the valley of Claire’s cleavage. “Are these pretty tits aching for me?” she asked huskily.
“Yes,” Claire whispered. “Please, I need…I need to come so badly. It hurts.”
“That’s because you’ve been a naughty professor, haven’t you? Touching what’s mine without permission.” Alex tutted, giving Claire’s nipples a tweak through her bra.
Claire gasped at the bright lash of pain followed by throbbing pleasure. Her pussy clenched, weeping more slick. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“You won’t, because I’m going to own this sexy body. Every inch belongs to me.” She leaned down, capturing Claire’s lips in a searing kiss.
Claire moaned into Alex’s mouth, dizzy with lust. Alex’s tongue stroked deep, claiming her completely. She felt owned, possessed, conquered. It was everything she had ever fantasized about and more.
Alex fisted a hand in Claire’s hair, yanking back to expose her throat. She licked a hot stripe up the slender professors neck. “You taste so fucking sweet,” Alex growled against her skin. “I wonder if your tight little cunt will be just as sweet?”
Claire nearly sobbed with need. “Please, mistress, let me come. I’ll do anything you say.”
Alex pulled back, eyes dark with want. “Not yet.” She finished stripping Claire, instructing her to bend over the desk, ass high in the air. Claire rushed to comply, her inner thighs slick with arousal.
The first stinging slap to her firm ass took Claire by surprise. She cried out, fingers digging into the desk’s surface. The pain bloomed into molten pleasure, her clit throbbing in time with the spanking.
“Count them,” Alex demanded, landing another blow to the underside of Claire’s cheeks, right where they met her thighs.
“One…two…oh god,” Claire whimpered.
SMACK! “Three,” Claire gasped.
“Such a good girl, taking your punishment. You like being my naughty slut, don’t you?” Alex rubbed away the sting, fingers perilously close to Claire’s dripping pussy.
“Four…yes…yes, I love it,” Claire sobbed, bucking back into Alex’s touch.
She needed Alex’s fingers, her tongue, anything! Her pussy spasmed, grasping at nothing, desperately empty.
“Please, mistress, fuck me. I need you so badly,” Claire wailed, tears of unfulfilled pleasure pricking her eyes.
“You’ve earned it, sweetheart.” Alex thrust two fingers deep into Claire’s drenched pussy.
Claire screamed at the sudden fullness. Her greedy pussy clamped down on the digits, rippling with impending release. She humped her hips, fucking herself frenziedly.
Alex snarled, working her fingers in and out, pumping hard and fast. “That’s it, such a hungry little hole. Take what I give you.”
Claire keened high in her throat, head thrashing. She was climbing rapidly towards orgasm. “More, I need more!”
Alex obliged, adding a third finger, filling and stretching Claire’s convulsing sheath. “Come for me, baby. Drench my hand,” she commanded gutturally.
Claire flew apart with a wail, her pussy gushing around Alex’s pistoning fingers. Wave after wave of intolerable pleasure crashed over her, stealing her breath. Her hips twitched and bucked, fucking herself through the most intense orgasm of her life.
“Breathtaking,” Alex purred, slowly removing her fingers, coaxing aftershocks from Claire’s quivering flesh. She held the glistening fingers to Claire’s lips. “Clean them. Taste yourself on me.”
Claire lapped at Alex’s fingers, savoring the tangy-sweet flavor of her release. “Thank you, mistress,” she whispered hoarsely, aftershocks still zinging through her veins.
“You’re welcome, pet. But we’re far from finished. I have so many more wicked plans for you.” Alex’s grin was pure sin.
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