She asked him to dominate her Part II

It had been two full weeks since my first visit to my professor’s house, and we hadn’t spoken to each other since. He hadn’t acted any differently toward me in class and sometimes I wondered if it was all a dream.

I guess it could have been, since all I’d done in those two weeks, waking and sleeping, was dream about what we’d done. What he’d done to me. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. In the grocery store, I’d think about the straps of that black whip across my back. In the gym, I’d think about his hands in my hair, yanking my head forward as he shoved his dick into my mouth. I hadn’t liked it, but now I wanted it again. I wanted him to push the swollen head past my lips while I struggled. I wanted him to tie my hands behind my back so that my breasts thrust up and forward, in perfect position to be whipped with that leather strap.

In class, I watched him lecture and I thought about him hogtying me, rubbing my clit, laying me across his lap. Him lifting my skirt and slowly dragging down my panties. I was obsessed. But he hadn’t invited me back, and I was scared to give him that power over me again. Who knew what kind of sicko he really was. Maybe I was lucky to get out of there that day without anything else happening. We hadn’t even slept together.

But on Friday afternoon, I went to his office and knocked before I could change my mind. He opened the door and smiled pleasantly.

“Hi, Heather. What can I do for you?”

I had no idea how to answer that. I looked up at him helplessly, but his expression didn’t change.

“Why don’t you come in?”

I did, and he closed the door behind me. I clenched my buttocks as the door clicked shut, half expecting him to start spanking me as soon as we were alone. More than half wishing he would.

Instead, he took a seat behind his desk.

“Is this about your paper?”
“No,” I made myself say. He wanted me to ask for it. I was sure. “It’s about what we did at your house.”
“Yes?” He was really going to make me say it.
“I want more. I want you to dominate me.”
“So you liked it?” He smiled.
I nodded, blushing like crazy.
“All of it? You can be honest.” His voice was kind. It made me feel even weirder telling him the truth.
“All of it,” I whispered. “And I want to try other things. Dirty things. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You realize that you’ve made me angry by waiting to tell me this?” His voice changed, became harder.
“Yes,” I said, looking down, my pulse quickening at the change in his voice.
“You will be punished when you come over. Punished harshly, before we play. Do you accept that?”
I nodded eagerly. I wanted it harder. I didn’t know how much I wanted exactly, and that scared me too.
“You will not wear jeans when you come over tomorrow,” he told me, walking around to stand in front of me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet, marching me over to the wall on tiptoe. I nearly cried out with the excitement of it. It barely even hurt, I wanted to be dominated so much.

He pushed me face first against the wall and stepped forward. I could feel his erection against my ass as he reached around and undid my jeans. He pushed my jeans and panties down to my ankles and I wondered if he saw how soaked my panties were. He pulled my shirt and bra roughly over my head, then took my hands by the wrists in a bruising grip and pulled them straight up until I had to rise on tiptoe. He pushed them into the wall.
“Hold them there,” he growled in my ear.

I could feel his fully dressed body pressing into my naked one, and I wondered if he had locked the door. I hadn’t seen him do it. I felt purely vulnerable, with my hands over my head and pants around my ankles. I had no idea what he would do.

“I can’t very well spank you here- someone might hear. Well, not much anyway.”
He moved aside and his big hand landed on my ass with a loud crack. I suddenly understood what he meant. He reached between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit, then took me by the back of the neck and shoved me hard into the wall. My breasts and nose were crushed against it, and he held me there while he slid a finger inside me.

He bit my ear, hard. “Your body is mine to do with as I please,” he told me. “You gave me that right when you put on that corset. Two weeks is unacceptable.”

He pulled out of me and let his hand come crashing down on my buttocks once more. I was so wound up, I came from that alone, shaking and half-collapsing against the wall. He stepped away, leaving me naked and ashamed, but exhilarated too.

“Tomorrow morning,” he said.