On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

His Little Slut

Chapter Fouteen

Thalina

His grip on my throat tightened just, making my breath hitch. I gasped as the sensation sent a thrill racing through me, mixing with the pleasure coursing through my body from his relentless pace.

“You’re mine now,” he repeated, his voice dripping with possession. Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust that left me breathless, his c**k pushing into me with a force that made my entire body quake.

It felt really great to hear someone claim me. Fenris treated me like s**t, like I didn’t matter, but this man… he just said I was his, and that was the best feeling ever.

“I’ll keep you as long as I want.” He continued, his breaths sharp and heavy as he continued to pound hard and deep into me, as though he was drilling a hole inside of me.

I didn’t resist; I couldn’t. I nodded, moaning softly as my fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him for my dear life. He was doing to my body things I never thought anyone could do. The way he moved inside me, the way he claimed every inch of me, made it impossible to think of anything else but him—his body, his hands, his control and God, his damn huge c**k that filled every inch of me… It was heavenly.

His hand slid from my throat down to my breasts, squeezing them as his pace quickened. I could feel the heat building inside me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust, every brush of his skin against mine.

“Tell me how it feels,” he growled, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath hot against my face, adding more to the pleasure that was pumping from his c**k to every part of my body. He thrusted hard into me, and I took all of him, like the slut I had become.

“It…”I could barely speak, my voice coming out in ragged gasps. “It feels… incredible. Please… please, don’t stop.”

He let out a low, dangerous laugh, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched me writhing and thrashing beneath him. “I don’t plan on stopping. Not until you’ve screamed my name more times than you can count. Until I’ve f****d you till you’re breathless.” His hand went to grip my neck again, tighter than before as he slammed hard into me, his balls slapping my ass. “Until you can no longer… f**k. Yes! f**k this p***y…” he growled, drilling into me like a madman.

His pace quickened, making my back arch and my nails dug into his skin. The sound of our bodies colliding grew louder and frantic, echoing in the room, the wet slap of skin against skin as he f****d me so hard like he was starving for it.

My world shrank to just him—his hands on my body, his c**k driving into me, driving me wide, his breath ragged against my neck as he f****d me with everything he had, with every strength in him. I was on fire, every nerve ending in my body alight with pleasure as the tension inside me built to an unbearable peak that made my entire body shake, more than I could control.

I held on to his hand which remained on my neck. “I’m… I’m going to c*m!” I cried out, my voice laced with whimper as he pushed his entire length into me in a forceful thrust. “I’m going to c*m!”

He shook his head. “No!” He snapped, raising my head slightly. “You can’t c*m until I tell you to do so!” He thundered.

But I couldn’t hold it, my legs shook from fighting it back. “I…I’m going to cum.” I spoke again.

His hand tightened around my throat, and I gasped, feeling the pressure send a shock of pleasure through my body. “No!” he growled, his voice sharp with authority. “You can’t c*m until I say so.”

I whimpered, my legs trembling as the overwhelming need to release built inside me. It was like a locked dam which had finally been opened for release. But… but he was denying me that. “Please… I can’t hold it,” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper. I never thought I’d ever have to beg for this.

My entire body was on fire, every nerve screaming for release, but he was relentless, his thrusts deep and hard, pushing me closer to the edge while denying me the one thing I needed.

He didn’t slow down, he didn’t offer me any mercy. “Beg,” he commanded, his eyes dark as they bore into mine. “Beg me, or you don’t get to cum.”

“Please,” I tried to sound pitiful, but my voice came out as a moan. Silly me! I struggled to keep my voice steady as his c**k pounded into me. “Please… let me c*m… I can’t take it anymore.”

But I couldn’t hold it any longer. My body betrayed me, going against his orders, my muscles tightening as the orgasm ripped through me, despite my efforts to fight it. “I’m cumming… I… I can’t stop!” I cried out, the words falling from my lips as the wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He stopped suddenly, his gaze shifting into something darker. He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach in one swift motion. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up, setting me into that arc. I shivered, scared and excited at the same time.

Before I could catch my breath after that intense orgasm, his hand came down hard on my ass with a sharp slap that sent me falling back on the bed. He gave me no space to breath, he pulled me back up and landed yet another hard slap on my naked ass.

“f**k!” I cried out, feeling tears stinging the back of my eyes as my body quake with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“You didn’t follow the rules,” he growled, spanking me again, harder than the last. “You don’t get to c*m without my permission.”

I whimpered into the pillow, my body shaking, but the heat from the spanking only intensified the pleasure. He grabbed my wrists, pinning my hands behind my back, and pressed my face into the mattress. “Now you’re going to pay for that,” he hissed, his voice dripping with dominance. “You’re going to be punished for not following my rules!” He grunted.

I wanted to apologize , but before I could respond, he slammed back into me, driving himself deep with a force that made me cry out. He f****d me so hard that I kept falling back onto the bed, and he didn’t get tired of pulling me back up, setting me back to the same position.

His hips crashed into mine, and the bed shook beneath us. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—only feel him as he took what he wanted from me, in the hardest way possible.

“You’re going to take all of it,” he growled into my ear, his voice low, rough, and thick with passion, with determination to teach me a lesson. “And you’re not going to c*m again until I say so.”

I moaned louder, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into me, his c**k hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. Oh! That spot that sent my eyes flickering open and close. “Yes… yes… oh god,” I cried, my voice muffled by the pillow, but he didn’t let up. His hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back slightly, and the angle made everything more intense.

“You like being punished, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice filled with dark amusement. “You like it when I f**k you like this, when I make you take it.” He growled, “Answer me when I ask a question!” He spanked me so hard again that I cried out.

“Yes!” I screamed, my body shaking as the tension built again, faster and harder this time. I was going to c*m agai! “Please… I can’t…”

“You’ll hold it,” he interrupted, his grip tightening as he f****d me even harder, each thrust brutal and punishing, like he promised. “Not until I tell you. Beg for it.”

“Please!” I gasped, the pleasure too much to bear. “Please, let me c*m!” I could pass out if I deny myself this orgasm.

“Not yet,” he growled, slamming into me one last time. “Now, cum.”

The release was immediate, my body convulsing as the orgasm tore through me with a force that left me breathless. I cried out, my entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me completely at his mercy. I fell back onto the bed, and he followed suit, his c**k still deep inside of me, moving with the same pace.

His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust harder, deeper, each movement pushing me away from catching my breath.

He wasn’t far behind either, groaning as his thrusts grew sloppier, harder. With a final, deep push, he spilled it. I so much wished there was no protection, and he could spill his seed into me. I wanted to feel that part of him.

He collapsed onto me, his breath heavy and labored, his hand effortlessly moving through my body, grabbing my ass, and trailing invisible lines in their path.

Slowly, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching. I wanted him again. When did I turn into this? This… this sultry young lady that isn’t afraid to let a man she met just few days ago f**k the s**t out of her? One who wasn’t bothered about the consequences of f*****g her professor?

I looked up at him, still dazed, my body still tingling from the intensity of what we’d just shared, and the ache for more.

He stared down at me, his expression softer than I’d ever seen it, but his eyes still held that same hunger. "I told you," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, "it would hurt for a moment, but now... you’re all mine."

I leaned against him. My whole body felt light after that release, but my eyes remained heavy. I wanted rest, as much as I wanted more of him.

“No!” His voice cut through the haze of my dazed thoughts, jolting me awake. His fingers gripped my cheeks, tilting my face upward until I was forced to meet his intense gaze. “You haven’t done the needful,” he growled.

I blinked, still reeling from the pleasure he’d wrung out of me moments ago, trying to process what he was saying. He tightened his grip on my cheeks, his expression expectant. Expectant for what? I didn’t get it.

“Thank me,” he demanded, his voice low but still commanding. “Thank me for f*****g you, for making you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal course through me. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Thank… Thank you, Daddy.” I repeated immediately I saw the glare on his face.

His lips curled into a smirk, but it wasn’t enough. “Louder,” he ordered, his fingers still holding my face firmly. “I want to hear you say it properly.”

I exhaled, finding my voice and pushing past the strange excitement and nervousness that bubbled up in my chest. “Thank you, Daddy… for f*****g me, and making me feel things I’ve never felt before.,” I repeated, this time loud and clear.

His smirk widened as he finally released my face. I breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, “Can I rest now?”

But he shook his head, a playful gleam in his eyes. “No. There’s one more thing you should know—you must always take a bath after I’ve had you,” he said, gesturing toward the bathroom door. “I want you clean, and fresh… so I can have you anytime I want.”

I stood up, my body sore but still humming with excitement as I stepped out of the bed. His words echoed in my mind again, and I paused at the bedside, turning back to him, my curiosity getting the better of me. “Does that mean… you’ll keep… keep taking me?”

His grin spread wider, mischief dancing in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and swatted my ass again, the sharp sting making me gasp. “Oh, my little slut,” he purred, “I’m far from done with you. In fact, I’m just getting started with you.”

Heat rushed through me at his words, and I bit my lip to suppress the shiver of anticipation that ran down my spine. Without another word, I turned and walked toward the bathroom, a giddy thrill building inside me.

I tried to remind myself of the main reason I was here, but it diminished, the thought of him taking me once again clouded my mind. Maybe, just maybe this was how the mission was supposed to go? Maybe.