Forced Series Box Set (Forced 1-5)

He released my mouth and began working on my hands. I felt the smooth fabric of the tie against my wrists. I tried to yank my hands away and go for the door, but he was too strong. I had no chance.

He growled and slammed me chest-down onto the desk, sending a whoosh of air from my lungs. He snugged his hips up against my ass. His hard cock pressed into me. Only the fabric between us kept him from my pussy. His thick, stiff length made me shiver. He continued tying my hands.

“You can struggle if you want. It doesn’t matter. You aren’t going anywhere, not until you’ve been disciplined, Ms. Finnegan.” He bent over me, pressing me down into the unforgiving desk until his mouth was next to my ear. “Besides, I like it even more when you fight.”

I tried to buck my shoulder up to push him back, but it didn’t work. He laughed, a low, deep rumble that I felt against my back. I trembled at what that laugh meant. He leaned away from me again and finished his work at my wrists. When he was done, they were held fast. I wriggled them, but got nowhere. I was trussed up and bent over the desk, completely exposed and at his mercy.

His pressure was gone. He’d backed away from me. I turned my head to the side so I could see him, see how far away he was and if I could make it to the door.

He was only a few steps back, staring at me, a smirk on his face. Then he reached down and unbuckled his belt. The jangling sound spurred me into action. I tried to rise up and run, but with my hands tied behind my back, I was far too slow. Before I’d even begun, he had me slammed back down onto the desk.

“Try that again and I’ll fuck you in the ass right now. Is that what you want, Ms. Finnegan? It’s certainly what I want.”

I caught my breath and ignored the slight sting from my hard nipples being forced into the hard surface. I shook my head. “No.”

“No what?”

What did he want? “Um, no, professor?”

“Much better.”

Chapter Three

Professor Stevens

I eased off her and finished removing my belt. I drew the smooth leather against my hands. This belt was brand new for the semester. It had Ms. Finnegan’s name branded into it along the inside by my leather guy. I had him make it once I’d realized Ms. Finnegan was in desperate need of correction from me.

The fresh leather would have quite a bite to it. Ms. Finnegan would take every single lash I gave her. I may even make her thank me. After all, she needed discipline. She was practically begging for it.

She looked back at me. I raised the belt so she could see it over her shoulder. A shiver ran through her body and her eyes opened wide. My cock jumped against my pants at her fear.

“That’s right, Ms. Finnegan. I’m going to discipline you. You’ve been late to my class how many times?”

She was breathing hard, already panting. She tried to answer but her words seemed to stick in her throat.

“How many times, Ms. Finnegan?”

“I don’t know, maybe three times?” Her voice shook.

I tsked at her. “Ten, Ms. Finnegan, including today. How many times would you say that you’ve been prepared for class?”

Her fingers clenched and her eyes roamed the room, no doubt looking for help that was nowhere to be found. When she discovered no reprieve lurking in the rows, her gaze returned to me. “Every time, professor.”

I reached down and pulled her skirt up, laying it against her back. Her ass was entirely fuckable. Round, full cheeks, a tight little flower of an asshole, and that sweet pink beneath. I forced myself to slow my pace. Discipline first. Always.

I put my hand on her lower back and pressed down. She needed to feel me over her, to know I was going to give her what she deserved. She would submit.

“Ms. Finnegan, out of sixteen classes, you’ve been prepared zero times. That’s ten tardies plus sixteen unprepared, equals twenty-six strokes with my belt.” I pressed down harder, enjoying the feel of her trembling beneath me.

She let out a small, strangled sound. I intended to lock that euphoria-inducing sound deep in my memory.

“How many times have you failed to turn in homework? Any idea?”

“I-I- don’t know.”

“I do. I’ve given only five homework assignments this semester. You’ve seen fit to do none of them. So now we’re up to thirty-one lashes. Plus another for lying to me about your car breaking down. But.” I moved my hand down and gripped her luscious ass. “I’ll make you a deal. Would you like to hear my terms?”

“Yes, professor.” Her quavering voice made me smile.