Her eyes are the wrong shade, and her hair is not the right color. She looks nothing like my student that torments me day after day, but she will have to do. She will bear the wrath of not being the one my body truly desires. In a way, I think she knows this. Her body trembles in a way it didn’t before. Maybe she senses the animalistic need to conquer and overpower. She pauses in her search and holds still, almost like a statue, but her breathing gives her away.
My gaze slides down to her chest, and I simply watch them rise and fall with every breath. How I want to stop her from breathing. Just for a moment. Just long enough to remind her that she breathes on my good graces. Reaching out, I grab the back of her neck, forcing her down onto the sink. Her body bends in half, and her ass raises up into the air. Finally, I can rid her of these horrendous clothes. Groaning, I slide my hand up her inner thigh and pause at her entrance. She’s not wearing any underwear! My grip tightens around the back of her neck as I close the gap between our bodies. With my free hand, I flip her skirt up onto her back and grind up against those gorgeous thighs. My breath flutters her hair, sending wispy tendrils covering her face. Her body sags in complete surrender and nearly undoes me. Reaching out, I smooth her hair back from her face, lean down, and gently kiss her temple.
Her soft sigh shoots straight to my balls. Unfortunately, they can’t get any tighter or drawn up. Fisting her hair into my hands, I drag her upper body up high enough for me to grab onto the front of her shirt. Buttons scatter across the sink and ping-pong onto the floor. Again, her bottom lip disappears into her mouth. I yank the remnants from her body, leaving her in just her skirt and bra. Her soft skin against my shaft is torture.
Over to the side, Jessica wails in frustration, but I don’t care. Nothing else matters to me at this moment. Flipping Chelsea around, I set her up onto the sink and spread her thighs. In one motion, I enter her up to the hilt. Dear god, but her body feels so good. She fits me like a glove, her soft curves molding perfectly to my hard angles. Groaning, I start to piston in and out of her like a man possessed. Reaching around, I grab her legs and wrap them fully around my hips. The angle shifts, and I dive deeper into her. I grab onto her hips and pull her up flush against me, holding her tightly as I bring her over to the shower.
What better way to punish Jessica than to make her part of this coupling? Easing to my knees, I lay Chelsea down in between Jessica’s spread legs. Her upper back rests upon her mound but not with full contact to her clit. Staring down at Chelsea and by proxy Jessica, I slowly drive into Chelsea, relishing her moans as I hit just that right spot. Reaching forward, I slide my hand back behind Chelsea and grip Jessica’s mound.
Her body jerks at the contact, but I hold on tightly, not letting her loose. I bend down to nip at Chelsea’s neck. Her body spasms around my cock, gripping me tightly. Gritting my teeth, I pick up the pace, slamming my body into her. Both women writhe beneath me as I reach my completion. With a roar, my cock jerks several times before I fill Chelsea up with my cum.
Breathing haggard, I release my grip on Jessica and run my hands down Chelsea’s body. Her body shivers under my touch, sending aftershocks through my dick. I slowly encircle her nipples with my fingertips, watching as they pebble under my ministrations. Ducking my head down, I draw one up into my mouth, circling the tip with my tongue as I pinch the other. Her body arches up, rocking Jessica a touch. She thinks the slight shifting of her hips to get into closer contact will go unnoticed. Poor, naive Jessica.
Frowning, I ease out of Chelsea, her arousal mixed with my cum slowly dripping out of her pussy. I smile down at her, leave her there to catch her breath while I head back over to the sink. With hurried strokes, I wipe myself down then grab a warm, wet washcloth and the tweezers. Leaning back down, I take the other nipple into my mouth while swirling the washcloth across her lower lips.
I tend to her for a few moments before sitting her up and handing her the tweezers.
“You have a job to do, little girl. And I advise you to be thorough.”
Nodding, she takes the tweezers from me and turns over onto her hands and knees. I watch her for a few moments, grinning at Jessica’s yelps of discomfort. Already my cock is stirring again. Ignoring it, I gather Chelsea’s skirt back up to her hips and palm her round backside.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me. I think I’ll reward you now.”
I pat her ass a few times before bringing my hand back, letting it fall soundly on her ass. The force sends her forward, yanking out more hairs than she intended. Jessica howls in pain, and my cock lurches up at the sound. Down boy, you’re not a spring chicken anymore. I fall into an easy rhythm of swats, turning a deaf ear to Jessica’s begging.
Once Chelsea starts moaning, lifting her ass to meet my blows, I stop and slide my fingers across her lower lips. She’s so wet and ready for me.
“Keep plucking,” I warn, shoving two digits inside her. “If you stop, I’ll stop.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she whimpers, her fingers moving furiously over the hair.
“You may come at any time, sweetling. You don’t have to ask permission this time. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”
Her shaft clenches at my words as more arousal drips from her pussy. She’s not going to take long. Already her body is milking my fingers, squeezing and releasing in an age-old rhythm. My cock bobs against her thigh. Each brush of skin sends fire through my veins. Reaching around with the other hand, I start brushing back and forth against her clit. Groaning, she grinds up against me, pausing for a moment with the plucking. I stop too until she realizes her mistake. Gasping, she starts back up, and I resume my ministrations.
Within a few minutes, her body clamps down onto my fingers. Her groans fill my ears and bring a smile to my face. She’s stopped plucking, but I’m not concerned with that right now. I pump a few more times, letting her ride the wave of her orgasm. Once her shaft stops fluttering about my fingers, I ease them out of her.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her back. “Go clean up, then come back here.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, easing herself off of the floor.
“Now then,” I level a glare at Jessica. “You are more than welcome to disobey me; just make sure you’re aware of the consequences. You’re lucky I was the one who saw you today and not another of The Society. You’re treading on thin ice, my dear.”
Her face is swollen and red from all the crying she did throughout this scene, but I feel nothing for her. She brought this on herself. Standing up, I grip my cock in my hands and use the fluid from Chelsea’s orgasm as a lubricant. Jessica’s lips part, and I glare down at her.
“No, you will not be speaking to me for the rest of this time together. You may use this time to reflect on your actions and decide if you wish to change for the future.”
She closes her mouth, doing her best to stifle her whimpers and god-awful snot-sucking sounds. Thank god. Closing my eyes, I picture my little mouse, her soft lips, smart gaze. Pain and pleasure war within my body as everything tightens back up. Groaning, I fight past the discomfort, needing to come more than I need to feel good about it. Gripping tighter, I feel my balls draw back up. Fire races through my bloodstream as I picture her bent over my desk, my belt reddening her ass. Her lips as they form the words, ‘yes, master.’
With a strangled grunt, I angle my cock so that my cum sprays all over Jessica’s stomach. Thick ropes shoot out onto her, painting her body with my pleasure. My shaft feels raw and overused as I slow my strokes, letting the last bit of me drip down onto her. Sheer Relief crawls down my spine as I empty my balls onto her. Finally, I feel sated – tired and wrung out, but sated.
I crack open an eye, spying Chelsea standing there with a warm towel, waiting for my command. Smiling gently at her, I take the washcloth and wipe her down as best as I can. I’ll certainly need a shower before my next class. Gathering my clothes, I run my thumb over Chelsea’s bottom lip.
“Keep her in chains for another thirty minutes and finish plucking her. Jessica, I am locking the doors to the toys. You are not allowed to pleasure yourself for the rest of the week. I’ll be sending a message to The Society to make sure they don’t pleasure you, either.”
I pull on my pants easing each leg into the hole in a tentative dance I haven’t had to do since I was a kid. My balls, though depleted, are sore to the touch, and, if history is indeed bound to repeat itself, will be for the next bit. Rethreading my belt through the loops, I tighten it, noting Jessica’s wary gaze until it’s completely secured. I leave the room with a brisk nod, not even acknowledging either submissive. I’ve gotten what I came for. What happens next is up to them and their next dominant.
I make quick work of locking up all the toys before slipping out of the room. I know Chelsea well enough to know she will obey me without question; I don’t even have to wait around to confirm. That’s the one thing about her – she is beyond dependable. As I make my way out of the building, heading to my office so I can grab my car, I shoot off my message, then pause, contemplating whether I should even allow her some aftercare. With a sigh, I send off one more. Surely someone will want to comfort her. Not all of us are as cold and heartless as I am. With a decisive nod, I head to my house for a hot, relaxing bath.