Helena was on Tumblr again, and growing wetter by the minute. She knew her professor had forbidden it, but she couldn't resist given she had already been horny the moment she woke up. And as her last class of the day, her attention wasn't fully there.
When class ended, a male classmate turned to her and said, "would you like to grab a coffee with me some time?"
She was about to answer when her professor's voice rang out sharply: "Helena, I need to speak to you. Now."
She shrugged apologetically and made her way down the auditorium stairs to her professor who eyed her with intense disapproval.
"You didn't follow orders. Pack up your things and come to my office."
When she arrived at his office, she wasn't surprised this time when he closed the door and locked it. His next order, however, did. "Strip."
She hesitated, but did as she was told.
She did, and he immediately pressed his erection against her lips. She opened her mouth, understanding the silent command.
He slid in and out slowly, completely stretching her mouth with his girth as he spoke. "I specifically told you Helena to not let me catch you misbehaving again. And what do I feel during my lecture?" He gripped her hair tightly as he pushed himself deep and held still. She whined at the pressure and focused on breathing through her nose. "My phone buzzing every single time your dirty little mind reblogged something on Tumblr." He pulled out, still hard, and pulled her to standing. He wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed slightly. "You directly disobeyed me, Helena. What should I do about that?"
He didn't give her time to answer. He laid her out on his desk, her legs spread to him as he reseated himself. He stared at her now soaking pussy and gave her a long lick. She squealed and she heard him growl.
He nuzzled her clit with his nose and she squirmed on the desk. "I could smell you all during lecture, did you know that? I'm sure that boy could too." He grabbed her thighs, pinning her down. "No one gets between these thighs, but me. Understand?"
"No one sees you naked or gets to taste your juicy pussy but me," he continued. "And what a juicy pussy it is. I bet it's been leaking ever since our meeting last week." He spanked her clit once, and she yelped. "This tight little body of yours is mine. Do you hear me?"
She nodded again.
"No coming, Helena." He smiled and licked her again, making her back arch. Then she felt his tongue plunge inside her and she knew she was in for it. The feel of his tongue massaging her so intimately and hearing her wetness was quickly driving her to the edge. When she thought she was about to lose it, and inadvertently disobey him again—despite wanting to please him so badly—he pulled away and stood.
Then she felt him push in with one swift movement and screamed at how full he made her feel. She hadn't forgotten from their first encounter. In fact, it had been that memory that made her wet every hour since.
He pressed a hand on her stomach, making her feel his size even more. He began fucking her slowly, just as he had her mouth, but she could see how tight his muscles were—like he was ready to snap at any moment.
She hesitantly raised her legs to his hips, and he grabbed them, pulling them to him as he began to pound her, the sounds of her wet arousal surrounding them.
He leaned down and growled in her ear, "Good girls do not come without their Master's permission, Helena. You will wait until I decide to give you that privilege." He twisted his hips, hitting a new spot inside her, and she jerked beneath him. He kissed her and ground his hips down, rubbing her sensitized clit as he continued to take his pleasure.
She felt the orgasm building in her and closed her eyes, hoping to keep it at bay. He began moving faster and faster, then growled, "Come for your Master, you dirty girl."
Her muscles spasmed around him and she felt him expand inside her a moment before she felt him unload inside her. He held still over her for a few moments before pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. "You’re mine now. Say 'Yes, Master' like the good girl I know you are."
He helped her dress and stroked her hair. "I have your schedule, Helena. You will come here every day after your last class, understand?"
"Good girl." He kissed her tenderly and pet her now covered sex. "I'll see you tomorrow."