sierra
“Enough movies,” Steven said after a Christmas movie marathon and tons of pizza. He turned off the living room television, cleared his throat, and walked to the door. “Wait here, love, and undress for me. I have a surprise for you.”
My eyes widened. “A surprise?”
His chuckle echoed down the hallway. “You’d best be undressed by the time I return.”
After sucking in a breath, I hopped up from the couch and tugged off my clothes, lingering in just my underwear near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Steven had mentioned that we would have a private lesson tonight.
When Steven returned, he held a metal bar and festive tinsel in his hands. His gaze dropped to my body, and he arched a brow as he placed the bar on the coffee table. “I thought I said to undress.”
“I am undressed.”
“All of it, love.”
I glanced toward the open windows, where anyone could look in and see us.
“Here?” I whispered. “In front of the windows? Don’t you have a BDSM room?”
He chuckled. “One, why are you afraid of some windows? I’ve fucked you in front of members of Radiant before, and we’re too many stories up in the air for anyone to see you. And two, I have no reason to have a BDSM room in my home. I don’t bring anyone home.”
Except me.
Warmth exploded through my body. Steven had kept all his relationships before me solely at Radiant? He hadn’t brought any other woman home the way that he brought me home? Hadn’t shared his bedroom with them either, I supposed.
“But if you’d prefer I shut the blinds, then I will.”
A giddy giggle left my mouth, and I shook my head. “Here is fine.”
“Are you sure?”
I dropped my gaze to the rope of tinsel he had lying across his palm and the metal bar on the coffee table, then nodded. Warmth gushed through my pussy, and I pressed my thighs together. “Yes.”
His lips curled into that infamous smirk he had flashed me the day I met him by the bar. My nipples tightened, my breath catching in my throat. God, I couldn’t wait for this. He had teased me with the mention of tying me up so many times now.
“Knees,” he ordered, his calming voice replaced with the one he used at Radiant.
After dropping to my knees in front of him, I stared up at him through my lashes.
He captured my chin in his hand and drew his thumb across my lips. “Good girl.”
With the tinsel, Steven tied my wrists together, then created intricate knots up my forearms to bind them together too. From this position and the knots, my tits pressed together, and I could barely move my upper body.
“Get into doggy—elbows on the carpet, ass in the air,” he ordered.
Once I maneuvered myself to a doggy position, just as he’d asked, I looked back at him to catch him checking out my ass. He smirked and grabbed the metal bar from the coffee table, then dropped to his knees behind me.
“This is called a spreader,” he said, locking it around one of my knees. He gently tapped the other one so I would move my legs further apart. Once my legs were spread far enough apart, he locked it around my opposite leg. “It keeps your legs spread, no matter how much you want to pull them together. Understand?”
I nodded.
He dropped his hand between my thighs and gently massaged my sopping pussy. My first instinct was to pull my legs together to ease the ache, but I couldn’t move my arms or my legs, leaving me completely vulnerable to him.
“Welcome to your private lesson, Miss Monroe. Bondage 101.”
In doggy—with my ass in the air, my legs spread with a bar, and forearms bound together—I tugged on the restraints as he toyed with my pussy, his fingers moving in and out of me, his thumb gliding against my swollen clit.
I whined, “Sir …”
A satisfied grunt escaped his mouth, and he stood in front of the windows behind me, pulling off his shirt and undoing his pants. I nearly drooled, staring at him and impatiently waiting for him to fuck me senseless.
“Patience, love.”
“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—”
“I was going to save punishment for another class, but if you want to be a little brat tonight, then I will teach you how to follow orders,” he growled, his gaze dark and stern. “I’ll give you one last chance to present your wrists to me.”
Heart racing, I stared between him and the hook, then moved my wrists toward him.
My heart pounded inside my chest, and I ran my tongue across my lip as he hooked my cuffs to the ceiling, lifting me in the air. My toes barely touched the ground as I hung there helplessly for him to torture tonight.
“My little plaything,” he hummed, grabbing more tinsel from the coffee table. He wrapped one end around my throat, pulled up the spreader so my knees were nearly against my chest, and tied the other side to the bar. “I’ll save your punishment for another day.”
I hung in the air, legs spread, pussy dripping with anticipation, and eyes on him. He held my gaze with his dark one and placed his hands on my thighs, stepping between my legs and pressing his cock against my entrance.
“Beg for it.”
“Steven …”
“Beg. For. It.”
“Please!” I cried.
“I don’t believe you want it that badly,” he murmured, teasing me with his dick.
“Please, Sir, give me your huge—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed his cock into me, as deep as he could get it. I threw my head back and came almost instantly, legs shaking and eyes rolling back into my head.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Come undone for me.”
With my body trembling in his hands, he held me still and pulled out so just his head was inside my pulsing pussy. Then, he slammed into me again. Deep. I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure, another rush exploding through me.
“Did you just come again?” he asked, a low chuckle escaping his mouth.
“S-S-Steven …”
“Answer me, love.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “P-p-please.”
A satisfied grunt escaped his lips, and he thrust into me. Pleasure rushed through my body as I hung helplessly from the ceiling and in his arms. He groped my ass with his large hands, pulling my cheeks apart and using me to thrust deeper and deeper and deeper.
“I’m going to bury my cum so deep inside you,” he growled against my lips.
I nodded desperately. “Please,” I breathed out, kissing him on the mouth. “Breed me.”
As if something took control of him as soon as the words left my mouth, he began pounding into me wildly, his eyes rolling back and his tongue swiping across my lower lip, his hands all over my body. While his thrusts were fast and savage, he didn’t pull his cock all the way out of me once.
He slammed himself into me over and over again, at least three inches of himself in me at all times, as if he wanted to make sure every drop of his cum made it inside my tight, wet, desperate pussy.
“Please, Sir! Give me your c-c-cum!” I cried as we came at the same exact time.