Page 11 of Marrying My Professor

He smirks, his hand sliding higher, only to deliver another slap just above the last, but a little lighter this time. The pain is fleeting, replaced by a deep, pulsing need. His lips continue their journey, bypassing where I need him most and brushing against the curve of my hip. His tongue flicks out, teasingly close to my core. "You’re right, pet. You are sweet.”

His hand moves to my other thigh, his fingers tracing idle circles before landing another sharp slap. I moan, my hips instinctively lifting toward him, but he pulls back slightly, denying me. "Color?" he asks again, his eyes locked on mine.

"Green," I manage to say, my voice breaking. "Please, Alexander…"

"Please what?" he teases, his lips now hovering dangerously close to my center. His breath whispers over me, making me shiver. Before I can answer, his hand comes down again, this time slapping my pussy directly. The sharp sting is followed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure, and I cry out, my body trembling.

He chuckles darkly, his fingers brushing lightly over the spot he just slapped. "Good girl," he purrs. "Such a good girl for taking it." His mouth finally returns to where I need him most, and I nearly sob in relief as his tongue laps at me, slow and deliberate. The edge I’d been teetering on dissolves into pure sensation.

He hums against me, the vibration shooting sparks up my spine. His tongue flicks faster, his lips applying perfect pressure. One of his hands slides under me, cupping my ass, holding me open for him. The other hand joins his mouth, two fingers sliding into me with ease. They curl, finding a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Look at how good you look moments from cumming all over my fingers,” he asks, his voice muffled against my skin. “You’re going to look fucking immaculate taking my cock, but this pretty little pussy has to get ready for me, Elara.”

“God. Oh my god!” The words slip out as a desperate plea, as I climb higher and higher.

“Wrong name, pet.” He groans, running his teeth over my clit. “Try again.”

“Fuck,” I groan into the heel of my palm. “Alexander, I am so close. So…”

He works me with a relentless rhythm. In, out. Lick, suck. The coil winds tighter, tighter. My hips buck against his face, seeking more, seeking release. He lets me, his grip firm, controlling the pace even as I lose control.

“Come for me, pet,” he commands, his fingers pumping harder. “Let me taste all of you.”

It’s the command that breaks me. The pleasure crests and shatters. A raw, broken sound tears from my throat as my body convulses around his fingers, waves of intense sensation crashing through me. He doesn’t let up, licking me through the tremors, drawing out every last pulse until I’m a trembling, boneless heap.

Slowly, he pulls back, his lips grazing my inner thigh with a lingering kiss that sends a shiver through my oversensitive body. I’m still trembling, my limbs heavy and limp, as he rises to his full height, towering over me. His stormy eyes rake over my exposed form, satisfaction gleaming in their depths. My breath catches as he begins to undress.

He reaches for the buttons of his white shirt, popping them open in a clean line. The fabric slips off his shoulders and drops to the floor, revealing solid muscle and a chest dusted with dark hair. My eyes drag down his torso without permission. Then he goes for his belt. The buckle clicks, the leather hisses free, and my pulse jumps. He lowers the zipper and steps out of his slacks, standing in nothing but his boxer briefs.

My eyes widen as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and slides them down, freeing himself. I gasp softly, my lips parting in surprise. He’s big, impossibly so, and the sight of him standing there, fully erect and completely in control, sends a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly. My mouth goes dry, my mind struggling to process the sheer size of him.

“Don’t look that surprised, little brat,” he winks.

“Well I didn’t expect a third leg to come out of your pants,” I scoff, now knowing why I had to come first, even as relaxed as I am. There is no way this is going to fit.

“Don’t worry, pet,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “You’ll make it fit like the good girl I know you can be.”

I can only nod, unable to form words. His hand wraps around himself, stroking lazily, and my gaze is drawn to the motion like a moth to flame. Every stroke seems deliberate, as if he’s savoring the way I watch him, the way my breath quickens with every glide of his fist.

And he’s right I will make it fit. Every fucking inch.

From the nightstand drawer, he produces a length of dark, silky rope. My breath catches. He sees the flicker of fear, of new arousal.

“On your knees, Elara,” Alexander commands, his voice low and firm. The sound of the rope sliding through his hands sends a shiver down my spine. I hesitate for just a moment, my heart pounding, but then I obey, shifting my trembling body onto my knees. The cool air kisses my skin as I kneel there, exposed and vulnerable before him.

His dark eyes lock onto mine, intense and unyielding. “Color?”

My lips part, my voice barely above a whisper. “Green.”

A small, satisfied smile plays on his lips as he steps closer, the rope dangling from his hands. He kneels behind me, his body radiating heat as he positions himself at my back. His fingers brush against my wrists, sending a jolt of electricity through me, and he guides my hands behind my back.

The rope is soft yet firm as he begins to bind my wrists, each loop deliberate, methodical. I can feel his breath on my neck, warm and steady, as he works. “You’ve been such a brat tonight,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes my stomach clench. “But now, you’re exactly where you belong—bound, helpless, and completely at my mercy.”

The rope tightens around my wrists, secure but not painful, and I let out a shaky breath. He tugs once to test the knot, and I instinctively pull against it, feeling the restraint in a way that sends a thrill through me. I’m truly at his mercy now, I think, a mix of fear and arousal swirling inside me.

Alexander leans in closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “Good girl. So perfect like this.” His hands glide down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake, before settling on my hips. He shifts behind me, and I feel the unmistakable press of him against my backside. My breath catches, my body tensing in anticipation.

“Relax, pet,” he murmurs, his voice soothing yet commanding. “I’m going to ease you into it.”