|
"Fuck me, slave," she ordered, glancing back at him long enough to reveal the devilish look in her eyes.
"With pleasure, Mistress," he responded, concealing the restlessness in his voice. His fingers grazed the bottom hem of her skirt, lifting it up to reveal her bare, rounded ass, just begging to be spanked, but he would have to wait for her permission. He pushed the head of his cock into her tight, slick opening, her juices coating the way for him, and he glided into her roughly, almost lifting her off her feet with the power of his initial thrust.
"Harder," she growled. Davis throbbed painfully inside of her as he plunged into her pussy with unprecedented urgency and vigor, gripping onto her hips. He obeyed his Mistress's command, pushing his cock into her faster and deeper. Danielle gripped onto the edge of one of the shelves, her knuckles turning white, her back arched towards him, taking him in as deeply as she could. Her moans echoed loudly throughout his apartment, reverberating against the walls of books. Davis felt the familiar buildup of pleasure within his loins from all his torment, and knew he would have to slow down or he would explode inside of her.
But Danielle left him no choice. She gripped the leash more tightly until his face was up against her neck, and he bit into the soft flesh, his hands sliding down her arched back. Danielle groaned deeply as her pussy contracted powerfully around his cock, her juices spilling over his balls. Unable to stop himself, Davis lost control, emitting guttural moans as he released his seed into her, almost collapsing as his mind went blank with the intensity of it all. Their sex pooled between them, dripping out of Danielle's pussy and down her inner thighs.
Then she turned to look at him, her eyes taking on a darkish hue, glazed over by bliss. "I didn't give you permission to come, did I?" she asked, her voice wavering only the slightest bit.
A frisson of anticipation traveled up Davis's spine. "No, Mistress," he replied, staring at his student's breasts heaving with each breath she took and felt his need for her rising once again.
"Then you deserve to be punished, don't you?" Danielle asked sternly.
"Yes, Mistress," he heard himself reply.
"Back on your knees, slave."
Davis got down on all fours again, only too willing to submit to her power, her beauty, her self-assuredness, all of her indescribably sexy.
"I'm going to tie you up again, only this time, I'm going to make you watch me, not touch me. You'll have to earn that privilege."
Davis twitched at the thought of Danielle's fingers between her own supple thighs, making him watch her, powerless to do anything. He moved quickly at her heels to follow her down the hallway as she tugged his leash, concealing his smile of delight. His prized student had sampled her newfound position of power, and he was all too willing to submit to her control. Soon enough, though, he'd have to teach her an equally important lesson...
Read Part 1 of Screw U(niversity): Danielle's Extra Credit now!
|
