The man sitting next to me in class let go of me and let me die in private. I respect him for that. Still I subconsciously took out my ponytail and hid behind my hair. I was definitely not in control. I needed to be in control at all times. I collected myself and ignored the man next to me. My eyes were now on the professor. He was completely different from last night. last night the man was gentle and caring now he seemed dark and angry. All around I started to hear whispers from the kids nearest to me.
"Is he going to be mean the whole year?" someone started.
"YEAH, gis homework is going to be loaded, watch." someone said egging everyone on.
"Who cares, he is going to be nice to look at all year long." someone else commented. Soon more comments like that were made.
I can't blame them. They are right. He is beyond handsome.
I'm pretty sure that was the first thing I noticed last night too. That and him being tied up. And maybe how being handsome and tied up really go well together. I bit my lip and slowly remembered the professor's words from last night, "Bite me, baby. I want to feel your teeth on my skin."
My breathing started to get louder and harder, this man hypnotized me or something because like a good girl, I walked over and sat on his lap. In response his bulge introduced itself to my inner thigh. I leaned on his chest and I bit his ear lobe letting him feel my teeth, like he asked. He liked that.
This excited me and I wanted to keep going.
I slowly nibbled all the way down his neck making his bulge grow bigger. I made sure he felt me all the way down. I can feel him underneath my booty shorts and his member starts to throb and I begin to soak my panties in response. Like he can smell my excitement, he moans in pleasures making me extremely nervous. I began to realize what I was doing. I wanted to control him. "Don't make any noise until I tell you that you can." I ordered.
Interestingly enough he obeyed. His caramel eyes even soften looking deeper into mine. He looks like I have said something that he likes. I think he likes to be ordered around.
"Good boy." These words escaped my mouth before I could feel embarrassed about it and in return his bulge twitched with excitement. "You do like this, huh?"
He didn't dare respond. Like a good boy he stayed quiet.
I looked at his mouth curling into a sexy smile and I wanted to touch it. Usually I am too nervous to try anything like this but with him, I felt like I was in control.
This felt exciting.
I felt like I could do what I wanted, so I did.
I reached out and touched his sexy plump lips. His bottom lip curved around my fingers and he played with them with his tongue. He let out the sound of pleasure as if just touching me made him turned on.
My hands explored his body. I traced the ropes that bound him to the chair then I kissed him. Only when I felt like we were about to run out of air did we stop.
I looked at the sexy man underneath me,both of us panting for air. I wanted more. I untied his straps around his arms and legs slowly touching and nibbling as I went. As soon as he was untied he picked me up and wrapped me around his chest and kissed me all the way into the bed. He put me down and got on top of me slowly undressing me.
I start to get a little nervous again. I liked it more when I was in control. "Stop." I shout.
Within a second the man stopped touching me and put his hands behind his back. Again, he never said a word and just looked up and stared into my eyes.
I like when he listens. "Good boy."
I tell him to get off and undress himself instead. The sexy man in front of me complied and started to take off his suit one button at a time. He never takes his eyes off me.
I nervously took off my clothes and ordered him to bed. No one has ever fulfilled my need to be in control like this man has now. He is my perfect match.
My heart skips a beat as I watched as this perfectly sculptured man walk past me and got into the bed. His maly frame was so perfect that I couldn't help but to stare the entire time and admire his beauty, just like I was right now in his classroom.
When the class was over I was surprised when the professor called me over to meet with him.
I wanted to runaway. I felt so acward. But I waited until all the brave girls from class embarrassed themselves and tried shooting their shot up until one by one they left and it was only me and the professor.
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