Professor's willing pet #3

The blindfold kept me in a delicious darkness, every nerve ending on fire. I could feel his heartbeat through his thick shaft, his hands gripping my hips with bruising strength that made me feel claimed, wanted in the most primal way.

Sweat trickled down my spine. My bound wrists ached sweetly, and my pussy fluttered around him, greedy and soaked, begging for any friction at all.

“Tell me exactly what other filthy things you wrote about us doing at my cabin this weekend... and maybe I’ll let you cum again.”

I whimpered, clenching around him hard. The confession tumbled out between broken, needy breaths.

“I... I wrote about you tying me spread-eagle to the bedposts with your belts. Blindfolded like this. You’d edge me for hours, licking my pussy so slow and deep, sucking my clit until my thighs shake uncontrollably, fingering me right to the edge... then stopping cold. You’d call me your desperate edged-out fuck-toy, your sinful pet, until I was sobbing and begging, hips grinding against nothing because I needed your cock more than air.”

Rafael let out a rough, appreciative groan that vibrated straight through his chest and into my core. He rewarded me with one long, powerful thrust, the thick head dragging perfectly against that sensitive ridge inside me.

“Fuck... keep going. Don’t you dare stop talking.” His fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling them with that perfect bite of pain that melted into liquid heat shooting down to my clit.

He stayed buried deep, grinding in slow, filthy circles instead of pulling back, keeping me impossibly full while I squirmed.

“Then... you’d flip me over, ass up high, and use your belt across my cheeks until they were burning red and marked. You’d finger both my holes while you did it, telling me what a nasty, dripping cunt I am for creaming myself every time I sit in your lectures thinking about you wrecking me.”

My voice cracked into a long moan as he hit that spot again, harder this time. He pulled out abruptly, leaving me empty and clenching desperately. I heard leather sliding, then the cool flat of his belt tapped my inner thigh teasingly.

“Like this?”

The first sharp snap landed across my ass. The sting bloomed hot and immediate, sending a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I cried out, pushing back for more.

Another landed, then another, each one precise and controlled. My skin heated, nerves singing.

“Count them. Let me hear how much you love it.”

“One... Mmmph... two... three, shit.”

Each strike made my pussy throb harder. He dropped the belt and soothed the marks with rough palms, spreading my cheeks apart. His fingers returned to my dripping folds, smearing my pussy juice messily over my clit before plunging two thick fingers back inside, curling them just right. The wet, filthy sounds of him finger-fucking me filled the office like the dirtiest soundtrack ever made.

“So fucking sloppy for me already. Listen to how this pussy sounds.”

He pumped faster, thumb grinding my clit relentlessly. Right when the pressure coiled tight in my belly, he stopped again, pulling his fingers free and leaving me whining on the edge. The denial was exquisite torture.

“Next fantasy,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “Tell me while I taste your undoing.”

I barely caught my breath before his mouth was on me. His tongue lapped broad and slow from my entrance up to my clit, savoring every drop. Then he sucked my swollen nub between his lips, humming in approval as I moaned loudly.

“I imagined making me deepthroat you... hands tied behind my back, tears streaming while I choked and gagged on every inch of your massive length. You’d fuck my throat until you couldn’t hold back, then bury your face in my pussy again, sniffing and devouring every creamy drop like you were addicted.”

He groaned against my folds, the vibration making my toes curl. He ate me with renewed hunger, long licks, tight suction, two fingers back inside pumping steadily. I was so close again, hips bucking against his face, but he pulled back at the last second, leaving me trembling and cursing softly.

He stood up, lifted me onto the desk, removed the blindfold so I could see the raw lust in his dark eyes, and slid back into me in one deep stroke.

We both moaned... mine high and desperate, his rough and satisfied. The stretch was perfect, almost too much.

“One more,” he growled, starting a steady, powerful rhythm that made my breasts bounce. “Give it to me while I fuck it into reality.”

“The mirror in your cabin bathroom,” I gasped, meeting his thrusts. “You’d take me right in front of it, making me watch my own face while you gripped my throat and called me your dirty little secret. Fingers teasing my ass while you pound my pussy until I squirt all over you.”

His pace quickened, hips snapping harder. One hand wrapped around my throat with perfect pressure, the other reached back to circle and press a finger into my tight rear hole. The fullness overwhelmed me.

I came violently, crying out his name, my walls spasming around his cock as pleasure crashed through every limb. He followed right after, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside me with a deep groan that sounded almost pained with how good it felt.

We stayed locked together, panting, his forehead pressed to mine. He untied my wrists carefully, kissing the faint marks with surprising gentleness. The contrast between the raw dominance and this tenderness made my chest tighten.

“You’re going to be the end of me, Tiffany,” he murmured against my skin.

“But fuck if I let you go now.”

Those first weeks after, the office blurred into a secret, addictive rhythm. Between lectures and my own work, we stole every possible moment. The risk made everything sharper, hotter.

One evening in the near-empty upper library stacks, I whispered another fantasy while his body pinned me against the shelves.

“I wrote about you fingering me right here... keeping me quiet while people study below, your hand under my skirt until I’m dripping down my thighs, then dropping down to eat me out right between the books.”

His fingers were already sliding under my skirt, ripping the lace aside with a quiet tear. “Then be quiet for me,” he breathed against my ear.

Two thick fingers pushed inside my soaked heat. I gripped his shoulders, biting my lip hard as he curled them perfectly, thumb working my clit in tight circles. The wet sounds felt dangerously loud, but the danger only made me wetter.

When my knees buckled, he knelt, shoved my skirt higher, and devoured me. Tongue flicking, sucking, fingers never stopping. I came biting my own wrist to stay silent, thighs shaking around his head. He licked me clean, stood, and kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Good girl.” he praised.

A few nights later at a campus event, we snuck into a single faculty bathroom. Where he bent me over the sink, making me watch everything in the mirror.

“Eyes on us, sweetheart” he growled, freeing his thick cock, thrusting in deep from behind. One hand fisted my hair, the other wrapped around my throat. The reflection was pure filth, my tits bouncing, his powerful body driving into me, the slap of skin echoing off the tiles.

He spanked my ass red between strokes, fingers occasionally teasing my ass or rubbing my clit until I came hard, clenching around him. He pulled out and marked my lower back with hot stripes of his release, breathing heavy against my neck. We cleaned up quickly, sharing one last hungry kiss before slipping back into the world like nothing happened.

Each time deepened the pull. The sex was always raw and consuming, but afterward we’d talk, about books, my thesis struggles, the weight of his position. It made the forbidden feel dangerously real.

The weekend at his cabin finally arrived. We drove separately, hearts racing with anticipation. The place was perfect, isolated among tall pines, warm wood interiors, a massive bed, and that full-length mirror I’d fantasized about.

The second the door closed, he had me pressed against it, kissing me deep and claiming. Clothes came off in a heated rush. I sank to my knees first, taking him into my mouth, sucking and licking with eager devotion while describing everything I wanted him to do to me that weekend. He groaned, hands gentle in my hair at first, then firmer as I took him deeper.

He carried me to the bed, tying me spread-eagle with soft ropes exactly as I’d written. The blindfold went on. For what felt like blissful hours, he edged me mercilessly... his tongue lapping slow and thorough, fingers pumping and curling, light slaps to my thighs and breasts, whispered praise and degradation mixing in that perfect dominant tone.

“That’s my perfect dripping cunt... holding it all for me. You’re going to beg so good before I give you this cock.”

By the time he finally positioned himself between my spread thighs, thick head nudging my entrance, I was shaking with need.

“Please, Rafael... fuck me deep. Ruin your desperate little pet.”

He pushed in slowly this time, inch by thick inch, letting me feel every stretch until he bottomed out. We both moaned long and low. He started moving, building from deep rolls to powerful thrusts that rocked the bed. His hands roamed, gripping my throat lightly, pinching nipples, spanking my ass when he flipped me.

We fucked in every position I could imagine... me riding him while he guided my hips, him taking me from behind while I watched in the mirror after he removed the blindfold, missionary with my legs over his shoulders so he could hit impossibly deep.

He brought me to orgasm after orgasm, each one stronger than the last, until I was hoarse from moaning his name and every filthy endearment he called me.

His bound weekend obsession.

His secret creamy slut.

His obedient pet.

Later, spent and tangled in the sheets, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, I lay with my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. The weekend stretched ahead of us, full of more exploration, more risk, more of this intoxicating blend of dominance and connection.

This was madness.

My career, my future... everything could burn if anyone found out. But lying here, marked and satisfied in ways I never knew I needed, I didn’t want it to stop.

Professor Sanchez owns more than just my body now.

And the scariest part?

I think I want him to own all of me.

The thought lingered as his arms tightened around me, pulling me closer for whatever came next.