On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

The BDŠM Test 2

Chapter Seventeen

Thalina

Professor Maverick’s hands slid over my wrists as he gently released the cuffs that held me in place. My body was still trembling from the intensity of our last round, but his gaze told me he was far from being done with me, and my trembling body still wanted more of him.

"Get on the bed," he commanded, his voice as steady and dominant as ever, though now laced with a quiet intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

I did as he said, moving slowly, my legs still shaking from the effect of his hard thrusts. The soft mattress beneath me felt like a safe haven for a moment as I laid on the bed, but I knew it wouldn’t last. Professor Maverick wasn’t the kind of man to let me rest easily, especially not when we were in this room where held so much power and control over me. He gets to decide what will happen, and what he will do to me, which makes it more fun and exciting. I could only imagine what he was going to do next, but I couldn’t really tell. It was fun, blissful, heavenly. It was everything I had ever imagined. He had more in store for me, and my body craved whatever he was planning.

As I lay back, he moved around the bed with purpose, grabbing the long leather restraints from the sides of the bedposts. My heart thumped with a mixture of excitement and bliss as I watched him.

With precise, deliberate movements, he secured my wrists and ankles to the bed. tightening the straps just enough to leave me completely at his mercy once again. My arms and legs were spread wide, fully exposed, fully vulnerable. I could feel the cold air hitting my folds, the chill sending waves of wetness down my thighs.

"Do you feel that?" He asked as he finished binding me. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "The way you're completely mine right now? The way your whole body belongs to me?"

I swallowed hard, nodding, my breath coming in shallow gasps as his hot breaths continued to tease me. “Yes, Prof… Yes, Daddy.”

He smiled against my skin, biting the nape of my neck and licking through the skin to cool the pain just in time. My legs trembled as he kissed me up my neck with a tenderness that felt out of place given the restraints. "Good. Now, let’s have some more fun, baby girl."

He moved to the foot of the bed, his eyes sweeping over my body as if he was admiring his handiwork, how much job he had done to me to make this way. I could see the hunger in his gaze, the way he looked at me like I was the most delicious meal he’d ever had, and he was about to devour me all over again. That gaze, was the best part of the whole thing. He looks at me just the same way he did when we first met, as though he couldn’t get enough even after all we’ve shared. And Fenris… he just looks at me like I was a meal he was being forced to eat. To hell with him!

“Lina…” his husky voice stirred me up. “I need all your focus on me. Okay?”

I nodded at him, and he smiled back. He reaced for something on the side table—another toy. This time, it was a sleek, glass dildo that gleamed under the dim light. My heart raced at the sight of it. I’d never felt anything like it before, and the anticipation of what he would do next had my entire body on edge.

He smirked as he saw my reaction, holding the toy up for me to see. "Don’t worry, I’ll use it just in the best way to please you."

Slowly, he positioned himself between my legs, pressing the cool glass against my inner thigh, teasing me with the sensation. I gasped, the contrast between the heat of my body and the chill of the toy making my skin tingle with excitement. A part of me needed him to stop teasing me and just f**k me with the toy already, but the other part of me loved the sensation that came along with having that toy close to my dripping wet p***y.

"Do you want it?" Professor Maverick asked, his eyes locked on mine.

"Yes," I breathed, barely able to contain the need building within me. "Please, Daddy. I want it."

He chuckled, running the glass up and down the length of my slit, teasing me until I was writhing against the restraints. I tried to sit up, tried to move, tried to touch, but the restraints kept pulling me back in place. "Such a good naughty girl, begging so nicely."

Without notice, he pushed the dildo inside me, the smooth glass stretching me as it filled me completely.

I looked up into his eyes, my fingers curling round the chains as he pushed the dildo deeper into me until I could barely see the edge. “Oh, God!” I thrashed, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt. He moved it slowly at first, watching every reaction I had as he controlled the rhythm, savoring the way my body responded to his every touch.

"How does it feel?" he asked as he continued to thrust the toy in and out, slowly driving me to the edge.

"So... good," I whimpered, arching my back, my body desperate for more.

"That’s what I like to hear," he said, quickening his pace. The toy moved faster now, the pleasure building with every deep thrust he made inside of me. My breaths were coming in ragged gasps, the pressure inside me growing unbearable. “Yes! I love how you soak my hand with your juices!” He growled, swapping the dildo to his other hand.

My eyes widened when he licked my wetness off his fingers. “Mmm… so tasty,” he purred, sending a shiver through me. His desire for every part of me made me feel like I was on the moon, above everything that seems to bother me.

“You love this, don’t you?” He pushed the dildo deeper, now turning it in circular motion, sending my eyes shaking more than I could control. “Oh! You w***e!”

“God! Yes!” My legs shook, my head felt swollen, but also like it was getting punctured at the same time. “Yes… yes… yes…” I wanted to hold his hand, to touch, but the damn restraints!

Like he knew what I wanted, his other hand found my clit, rubbing it in circular motion as well, stroking and tugging at it.

He reached over to the table again, this time grabbing a set of clamps attached to a thin chain. My eyes widened as he brought them to my chest, and I gasped when he clamped them onto my already sensitive n*****s.

"Now," he said, his voice smooth and steady as he tugged lightly on the chain, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through me. "I want you to scream for me again, Lina."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the overwhelming sensations, but it was impossible. The combination of the glass dildo inside me, the clamps on my n*****s, and the way he looked at me—like he owned every part of me—was too much.

"Please..." I moaned, tugging against the restraints. "I need... more..."

Professor Maverick smiled, clearly pleased with my desperation, how he was making me beg like a slut. "You’ll get more," he promised, pulling the dildo out and tossing it aside.

He moved up the bed, his body hovering over mine as he grabbed the base of his c**k, lining himself up at my entrance. "But you know how this goes by now, Thalina. I decide when you come."

I whimpered, nodding, as I felt the head of his c**k teasing my slit.

"Tell me you’re mine, Lina," he demanded, with a dark and commanding voice that sent my p***y clenching hard.

"I’m yours," I gasped, arching my back as he pushed the tip of his c**k inside me, slowly inching his way in. "I’m all yours, Daddy. Please… Please, f**k me."

"Good girl," he growled, “I’m going to f**k you as you’ve begged. I’m going to f**k this slutty p***y of yours, because…” he paused and thrusted into me fully, his c**k filling me completely, “it belongs to me, every part of you belongs to me, you… ugh! f**k! f**k this p***y! f**k Lina!” He grunted, suspending himself above me, his weight balanced on his hands, giving him the leverage to pound into me harder.

The dildo was nice, it was great, delightful, but not as good as his c**k. God! His c**k was just the best, no matter how big or great the dildo was.

The bed shook beneath, and I worried that it might fall, but the worry soon wade off as the pleasure spiraled through my body. The intensity of his thrust into me sent my toes curling, tears wet the back of my eyes as he f****d me.

Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body, the clamps tugging at my n*****s only heightened every sensation.

"How does it feel? Do you like me f*****g you this way?" he asked again, his voice rough and low as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine, his body gleaming with sweat.

"So... fucking... good," I cried out, my p***y clenching with every thrust. "Please... I need to cum..."

Professor Maverick groaned in satisfaction, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove into me with relentless force. "Not yet," he growled. "You don’t come until I say so, you little slut."

I whimpered, my body trembling, desperate for release, but I held on, waiting for his command. I didn't want to disappoint him. The pleasure built and built, every thrust driving me closer to the edge, but I held it back, waiting.

"Now," he finally growled, "c*m for me. Drench my c**k in your slutty juices."

I didn’t need to be told twice. My orgasm tore through me with violent force that sent me thrashing onto the bed, as the pleasure consumed me, every inch of my body trembling as I came hard around his c**k. My p***y squeezed tightly around his c**k, and the force made him burst inside of me.

He collapsed onto me with a satisfied growl. He kissed me—my neck, my lips, my cheeks—anywhere he could reach. “You drive me crazy, Lina. I… I just want to keep f*****g you.” He gasped, his words breaking. “I love your p***y so damn much! Ugh…” he pulled out, rolling to the side of the bed, his chest rising and falling along with his c**k.

Professor Maverick shifted from his position, still catching his breath as he leaned down, brushing his lips against my forehead. Slowly, he made his way down the bed. He loosened the restraints around my wrists and ankles gently. The relief of freedom washed over me, but my limbs felt too weak to move.

He sat up, his satisfaction evident in his eyes as he watched me. "Go on," he said with a smirk. "Go take your bath."

I nodded at him, and tried to push myself out of the bed, my body still trembling from the intense release. My legs were barely able to support my weight, they wobbled under me as I struggled out of the bed.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I felt the world tilt, my muscles failing as I nearly collapsed to the floor.

Before I could fall, his strong hand caught me by the waist, pulling me back to him effortlessly. His gaze softened slightly, though his dominant aura still remained. He tilted my chin up, his eyes locking with mine. "You can barely stand," he remarked, “that means you enjoyed me f*****g you.” A wide grin spread across his lips. "Will you like me to bathe you?"

I swallowed, my body betraying me as I nodded. "Yes... I'd love that."

Without hesitation, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest as though I weighed nothing.

“You haven’t thanked me yet, Lina.” He murmured as we headed for the bathroom.

“Uhmm… Thank you, Daddy.” I could barely speak, my head falling onto his chest.

“Good. Now, relax. I’ve got you.” He whispered.