On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

The BDŠM Test

Chapter Sixteen

Thalina

My hand shook when I held his hand, and I once again gave this decision of mine another thought, but when my eyes fell on the outline in his shorts again, every restricted thoughts I had disappeared, replaced by an hunger I couldn’t control.

He led me over to the large bed in the center of the room. My body hummed with nervous anticipation as he positioned me there, turning me to face him.

“What is your best color?” He asked.

I was mute for minutes, wondering what my best color has got to do with him pleasuring me. “Hmm…” I stared at him, unsure of what to say. I didn’t really have a best color. My eyes scanned through the room, looking for the color that would catch my eyes. “Red!”

“Perfect.” He smiled. “That will be your safe word. When you want me to stop, you say the word. Okay?”

I nodded at him.

“And one more thing,” he said, his voice back to that steady, calm dominance that left me at his mercy. “You might be scared, Thalina, but I know something about you.” He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from mine, and God, I wanted him to kiss me again, I needed that lips on mine. “You’re excited too. Don’t deny it.”

I felt my breath hitch, the undeniable truth of his words making my heart pound even faster.

I didn’t need to deny it. Even if I wanted to, my body would badly betray me.

He smirked, as though reading my thoughts. “Let’s have a test to see how much you can take. This will definitely be a long day,” he said, his voice deepening. “And by the end of it, you’ll know exactly what you’ve been missing.”

And despite the fear, the dominance in his voice made every part of me burn with anticipation. I wanted this. I wanted him. Every part of him.

He began to circle around me like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes trailed over my body, analyzing, calculating, knowing exactly how to make me fall apart. The submission cage had a certain edge to it—dark walls, leather straps, intricate tools hanging in neat rows—each one more terrifying and yet strangely enticing than the last.

He stopped in front of me, his hand slipping under my chin to lift my head, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I need you to let go of this sheet now,” he commanded, his tone unwavering. It wasn’t a request; it was an order.

I hesitated for a moment, my fingers trembling as they hovered over the knot of the sheet. But the fire in his eyes brooked no argument. Slowly, I began to peel the sheet away, exposing myself inch by inch until I stood bare before him. Vulnerable. His eyes darkened with approval as they roamed over me, lingering on the parts of my body that craved his touch. He explored every part so my body, his eyes glistening with admiration as though it was the first time he was seeing him that way. And that was what I loved.

“Good girl,” he murmured, making my skin prickle with anticipation. “From now, you’re mine. Completely.”

He walked over to a table in the corner of the room and picked up a thin leather crop, tapping it lightly against his palm. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him approach me again, my body already reacting to his presence—hot, needy, aching for more.

“You’ve been a good girl, Thalina,” he said, his tone taking on that familiar dominance, but with a teasing edge this time. “But today, we’re going to see how well you follow instructions.”

He moved behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “Place your hands on the bed,” he whispered, his fingers trailing lightly down my spine. “Bend over, and spread your legs for me.”

I did as he commanded, the cold air of the room brushing against my exposed skin, sending shivers through my body. His presence behind me was dominating, every second that passed adding to the tension, the anticipation building up indie of me.

Then, suddenly, a sharp crack rang through the air as the crop made contact with the soft skin of my thigh. I gasped, the sting of the leather sending a jolt of sensation through me. It wasn’t painful—at least not in the way I expected. Instead, it heightened everything, made me feel more alive, more aware of every inch of my body, more ready for him.

“Do you like that, Lina?” he asked, his voice a soft, teasing purr in my ear.

Lina? It was the first time anyone had shortened my name like that, and somehow, it sounded both romantic and playful in his mouth.

“Yes… yes, Professor Maverick,” I breathed, the words slipping out before I could even think.

“Daddy.” His voice hardened slightly. “Daddy to you.” Another quick, sharp crack against my other thigh made me gasp again. “In this room, you call me Daddy. Understood?”

“Yes… Yes, Daddy.”

I could hear him moving behind me, setting the crop down, and picking up something else. The soft, metallic clink that followed made me tense slightly, not knowing what to expect. Professor Maverick came around in front of me, holding up a pair of sleek, silver cuffs. The sight of them sent cold chill down my spine.

He held my hand and led me to the center of the room where there was something like a metal rack.

“These,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, “are to remind you that you’re mine. You belong to me. And in this room, you don’t get to control what happens. Stretch out your hands.”

I did, and without another word, he fastened the cuffs around my wrists, securing them to the rack, leaving me completely at his mercy. My legs could barely touch the ground. My heart raced in my chest as I pulled lightly against the restraints, feeling the slight give but knowing I was trapped.

He moved back behind me, his hands running down the length of my back, over the curve of my ass. Then, without warning, I felt the cool, smooth surface of something else press against my skin.

A paddle. He was testing me.

“I told you,” he said, his voice hardening, “that I don’t make love. I f**k. And I don’t hold back.”

I let out a shaky breath as he raised the paddle and brought it down sharply against my ass, the impact sending a shockwave through my body. It hurt, but in the best way possible—igniting a fire inside me that begged for more.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear, his hand gripping my neck gently. “Tell me you want more.”

“I want it, I… I want more, Daddy,” I whimpered, my body trembling beneath his dominance. He pressed himself closer, his hard c**k pushing against my stomach, sending more wave of bliss through my wet core. “Please… I want it.” I begged, goosebumps jumping all over my skin.

His hand slid between my legs, and my head flung to the back as his fingers grazed through my sore folds, finding my wetness with ease. “So wet already,” he mused, his tone dark and amused. He knew it! He knew I was always wet and ready for him. “You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”

I nodded, barely able to form words as his fingers worked magic on my body, teasing my folds and grazing over my clit.

“f**k!” I cursed when he pushed a finger into me and pulled it back out swiftly. It was so fast that I almost didn’t see the move. He did it again, pushing deeper than the last time, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Not yet,” he snapped, pulling his hand away just as I was about to come undone. I whimpered in frustration, my body aching for release. “You don’t get to come until I say so. Don’t forget that.”

I bit my lip, nodding, desperate to obey.

“Good girl,” he murmured, stepping back to admire his work. “Now, I’m going to f**k you like you’ve never been f****d before.”

He shed his shorts in one smooth motion, and my eyes widened as I saw him again—hard, thick, ready to take me. Even after the first time, my body craved him like a drug. I was an addict. Addicted to him, his smell, his voice, his lips, and the bets of it all… his c**k.

I wanted him inside me again, wanted to feel that overwhelming pleasure as he took control of my body.

“Don’t be scared,” he murmured, positioning himself behind me. “You still can’t take all of this, can you?” A naughty smirk curled up his lips as he stroke himself slowly with his precum. “So, I’ll go easy… at first.”

With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, and I cried out, the sensation both overwhelming and exquisite. God! How I love that first thrust, stretching and filling me up completely. And with no protection? It felt more great than the last.

He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust, but then his pace quickened, becoming rougher, harder, just like he promised.

“How does that feel, little slut?” he growled, his voice laced with dominance as he continued pound into me, fast and hard, his grip on my hips tightening with each thrust.

“So good, Daddy,” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper as the pleasure washed over me. “So good…”

“Of course it does,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “Because you belong to me now. Every inch of you.”

He reached down and gripped my hair, pulling my head back slightly as he continued to thrust into me with relentless force.

His c**k pumped in and out of my soaking wet p***y, sliding easy through my juices, his balls slapping me as he continued to slam into me with a force I had never known. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his breaths raspy.

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my body trembling beneath him. “All yours… f**k!” My hips buckled, my boobs flapping against my chest as he thrusted faster and deeper.

“That’s right,” he growled, his pace quickening, every thrust driving me closer to the edge. “God your p***y feels so good on my c**k. So tight! So f*****g wet for me! f**k!” His hands wandered to the front and gripped my boobs, rolling my n*****s into peaks.

“Oh God! Yes… yes.. Daddy.” My toes curled

“Now come for me, baby girl. I want you to c*m all over my c**k! I need you to c*m right now.”

And I did. With one final thrust, he sent me over the edge, my p***y stretched around his thick c**k, squeezing him hard as I came undone. My body shuddering beneath him, the pleasure overwhelming every part of me.

His teeth grazed a tender spot of skin between my neck and shoulder, biting and teasing me.

“How does that feel, my little slut?” His voice came out as a whisper.

“Felt so good.” I murmured. He wasn’t moving again, and now I was grinding my p***y over his c**k, still in need of them movement.

“You’re such a naughty w***e!” He grunted, a sharp sting spiraling through my body as his hand landed on my ass. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

I shook my head. “I… I want more, Daddy.”

“I’m not done with you yet.” His c**k throbbed as he pushed into me again, deeper and harder than the last. “Oh! Yes! f**k this p***y… f**k!” He growled, his whole body shaking and his thrusts became more frantic and fast.

I knew he was going to c*m too.

Then, he stopped, and I felt his hot c*m burst into me. A soft smile of satisfaction curled my lips. Who would’ve known just days ago that I’d be so happy, so excited to be filled up by a man’s c*m? This was the pure bliss, a feeling I could get lost in, one I’d love to experience over and over.

His wet lips trailed along the nape of my neck sending sparks of anticipation through me. His hands moved to the front, gripping my throat gently but firmly, pulling my head back. “Out of all the p*****s I’ve f****d, yours is the best, my little slut.” He growled against my skin, his hot breath and words sending shivers through my entire body.