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“Please, Sir. I need it.”
“I could leave you here all night and not fuck you if I wanted to,” he hummed. “Be good.”
“I am good.”
“Good girls do as their masters say,” he murmured. “And I told you to be patient.”
After whining again, I wiggled my ass back and forth in an attempt to grind my thighs against my pussy. I needed something—anything—to ease the ache between my legs, to make me feel good. He couldn’t just leave me like this.
He walked to the hallway and disappeared, saying nothing more.
“Steven!” I cried. “Please! I’ll be patient. I’ll be your good girl. I promise!”
A moment passed, and I whined again, my pussy right in front of the windows, showing myself off to everyone who wanted to watch. It was drooling, the wetness dripping down my pussy lips and onto my thighs.
“Sir, please,” I whined. “I’m a good girl.”
Steven sauntered back into the room with a wedge pillow and leather cuffs. Moonlight flooded in through the windows, bouncing off his muscular body and making him look like a god. I attempted to grind my thighs together once more, my pussy pulsing wildly.
He placed the pillow on the ground beside me, then pushed it underneath my body so my hips were supported by the cushion. Then, he dropped down behind me once more. “You attempting to grind your thighs together when I told you to be patient doesn’t scream good girl to me, Sierra.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I—”
When he pressed the head of his cock against my wet pussy, I whimpered. He pushed his cock back and forth over my entrance, teasing and taunting me with it, gliding it across my clit in small, torturous circles. I arched my back and attempted to push back, but I couldn’t move.
“I’m in control, Sierra,” he said, peppering kisses up my bare back. “I can do anything that I want to this pretty little body.” His mouth lingered when he reached the back of my neck. “And you can’t do anything about it. You’re mine for tonight. All mine.”
And with that, he slammed into my tight cunt. I moaned out in pleasure, eyes rolling back into my head as he seized my hips and used my body however he pleased, like he’d promised me that he would. Over and over, he thrust into me until my cunt was dripping all over his pillow.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my shoulder, gently gnawing on the skin. “All mine.”
After thrusting into me for the next five minutes—slow, then fast, then slow, then fast—he took the wedge pillow away from me and helped me to a standing position. My forearms were still bound together, my legs spread from the bar between my knees. Juices dripped from my pussy down both thighs.
While the tinsel was still wrapped around my wrists, he grabbed leather cuffs and snapped them around my wrists and gazed up at the ceiling toward the smoke alarm. I furrowed my brow as he reached for it.
What … what was he going to do with the smoke alarm?!
Another whine left my mouth. All I wanted was for him to slip inside me. Pound into me. Over and over and over until my pussy was crying on his big, fat cock. Until he was … coming inside me and refusing to pull out.
A shiver ran through my body, more juices running down my thigh.
Fuck, this isn’t a thought that should turn me on.
But having my professor’s cum buried deep inside me … having my professor breed me …
Steven reached up and pulled the smoke alarm right off the ceiling, revealing a hook underneath it. I furrowed my brow harder, confused as to why there was a hook on the ceiling in a skyrise as nice as his. Couldn’t he have that replaced?
But when he grabbed the cuffs snapped around my hands, I widened my eyes.
“Oh no,” I said. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You … you can’t hang me from the ceiling!”
“I’ll do as I please with you.”
I pulled my wrists away from him. “But I’ll break the ceiling if you—”
“Sierra,” he said sternly, “are you disobeying me?”
“No, but—”
