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View MoreA Slut For My Professor (Part 1)
SUMMARY: A young lady gets initiated into the world of BDSM and meets her college professor who is more than ready to make her beg for more.
•KRISTEN•
I was twenty-two when I first had sex, barely three months ago.
I thought I was waiting for the right person, someone who’d make my first time matter, but it didn’t. It meant nothing to Edward, my ex-boyfriend.
To him, my virginity was a prize. A fucking milestone.
When he finally got me in bed, there was no tenderness, no slow build, no care. Just rough, clumsy thrusting that barely lasted thirty seconds. The pain came fast before I even had a chance to feel the pleasure. Afterwards, he didn’t ask if I was okay. Hell, he didn’t even look me in the eye.
Days passed, and I sent text after text, yet he never replied to any. It felt like he had cut me off completely, and that’s when it hit me: none of it mattered to him.
I was a name, more like a box checked off on his list of girls he’d fucked, nothing more.
But here’s the truth: I didn’t want sweet romance, neither did I want gentle.
I craved more.
I fantasized about surrender. I secretly desired to be broken open and owned. I dreamed of being collared, silenced, bent over and fucked until I forgot who I was.
I wanted to be devoured, and taken like an animal in heat. I wanted to surrender and go on my knees to please a man who could make me beg for more.
A few weeks after my ex-boyfriend dumped me, I decided to explore an anonymous online BDSM community. The moderator of the website reached out to me shortly after I had filed out the application form.
The next day, I received an invitation to meet him in person at a local restaurant in the middle of the city. He refused to tell me his name or give me any information about himself. Instead, he told me he’d be in a white suit that had a pink pocket square.
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NOW.
It’s 6 p.m., and I’m standing at the entrance of The Velvet Fork, the restaurant, as my heart pounds in my chest.
“Phew. Are you ready for this, Kristen?” I mutter to myself, smoothing the front of my dress. I scan the restaurant, discreetly trying to identify my “initiation guide.”
My gaze lands on a man in a white suit leaning against the wall in the corner. There’s no pink square pocket on his jacket, but the face?
Oh fuck. I gasp.
I know exactly who he is. Cassian.
Professor Cassian Ashbourne, my psychology professor. He’s staring at me too, but quickly looks away.
I freeze. This is seriously messed up.
I’m rooted to the spot just by the entrance, torn between turning around and walking out. I watch as Professor Cassian pulls out his phone and scrolls for a second before lifting it to his ear.
Is he about to call me?
Before I can think too hard, my feet move on their own. I walk toward him, eyes locked on his face, silently convincing myself this is just a coincidence.
But as I get closer, my denial starts to crack. His jawline is clean, sharp, and ridiculously sexy. What the actual fuck? He still avoids my gaze, looking straight ahead.
When I finally reach him, I do the only thing that makes sense in the moment..I walk right past him and into the restroom behind him.
I slam the door shut and lock it, gripping the edge of the sink. My reflection stares back at me, eyes wide with panic. And something else.
A thrill.
He’s not just any professor. He’s the sinfully hot Professor Cassian Ashbourne and I’ve nursed a stupid little crush on him for months, fantasized about what he’d look like shirtless, what his voice would sound like against my neck.
And now he’s supposed to be my Initiation Guide? Into BDSM?
What the hell do I do?
"Leave," I mumble to myself. "Run. Pretend this never happened."
But my body betrays me, and as I watch my reflection in the stained bathroom mirror, my nipples are hard, aching against the soft fabric of my dress. I went braless tonight because I wanted to feel sexy. And now… I’m wet.
Shit. I shouldn’t be turned on by this, but I am.
I have two options here. I could walk out of the restaurant and forget about this or I could walk up to my hot professor and submit to him. For almost two years, he had been the subject of my dark sexual fantasies, and right now, he is only a short distance away from me, probably waiting for me. I am his student and if I follow through with this, he's probably going to fuck me before midnight.
I draw in a deep breath.
My panties are soaked now as I rub my thighs against each other.
What is the worst that could happen if I went on my knees and let Prof. Cassian do anything he desires with me?
I do not wait to think of an answer. Instead, I push open the door and step out of the restroom.
He's right there, waiting for me. A faint smile plays on his lips as he watches me, his suit jacket now draped over the back of a chair. He’s left in a crisp white shirt that hugs his broad shoulders in a way that should be illegal. He gives me a small nod, gesturing for me to follow him.
He walks over to a quiet corner and takes a seat at a table. I hesitate for a second before sitting across from him.
“Good evening, Ms. Thorne,” he says smoothly.
I swallow hard. “Good morning, I mean, evening... Professor Ashbourne.” My words come out a little rushed. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Especially not as the BDSM moderator.”
A wave of nervous heat floods my body. My palms are damp, and I can barely control my breathing. What is he thinking? Is he judging me? Is he going to shut this down completely?
When I meet his eyes again, he smiles and leans in slightly, “No... not here. Outside school, I’m not your professor. Just call me Cassian.”
I nod.
His gaze searches mine. “If having me as your guide makes you uncomfortable, I can ask someone else to step in.”
God, no. Please don’t. My heart jumps, and I force a tight smile.
“I…um... no, profe—” I catch myself.
“Cassian,” he gently corrects.
“Right. Cassian,” I murmur, placing a hand over my chest to steady the anxious fluttering. “Will this... affect anything back at college?”
He raises a brow. “No, Kristen. It won’t. And is it alright if I call you by your first name?”
I give a small nod.
“Kristen,” he says again, his voice lowering just a bit. “Everything that happens here stays here. It’s completely confidential. You have nothing to worry about. Do you have any questions for me?”
I nod again, this time more slowly. “Yes... I do.”
He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing with interest. “Then go ahead. Ask.”
That look he gives me…it's intense and focused, like I’m already stripped bare beneath it. The way he stares at me makes my mouth dry.
And then a filthy thought hits me: I was just about to discuss BDSM with my college professor, and all I could think about was dropping to my knees under this damn restaurant table… and tasting him.
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (7)“All right, all right,” Ron said, his voice a low growl as he thrust deep into Vera from behind, his hands gripping her hips, guiding every stroke with control. “You want another round with her tomorrow, that’s fine. But once you're done with her, you send her to me. I’ll make sure she’s properly fucked.”“Oh, yes, baby,” Vera whimpered between shaky breaths, her voice trembling as her body rocked back into him. “You hear him, Peter. He knows how to make me feel it… so deep. He knows how to take care of me.”Her words weren’t for show. Her body trembled beneath Ron’s every thrust, her back arching, ass high, legs spread wide. Her little gasps grew louder as he drove into her, slow but powerful, giving her every inch like he knew she could take it.Ron looked down, watching her body move with his. Her calves tensed and released with each grind. Her painted toes curled tight into the cushions beneath her knees.“Watch her,” Ron murmured, glancing a
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (6)Ron stood tall and confident, his presence commanding the room as he glanced at Peter.“Have a seat, Son" he said, voice smooth but firm.Peter moved to the edge of the leather sofa and sat down without a word.Ron turned to Vera and rested his palm gently against the side of her neck. “Come here, sweetheart,” he said, leading her toward the sofa.“Lie back. Put your head in his lap.”Without hesitation, Vera obeyed. Her body lowered slowly until her head rested across Peter’s thigh, her dark curls tumbling over his leg. Her eyes flicked up to him, and she gave a soft, teasing smile.“Hold her hand,” Ron instructed, watching closely.Peter reached down, fingers intertwining with hers. She exhaled slowly, her lips parting as Ron knelt between her legs. Her thighs fell open naturally with one foot propped on the sofa cushion, the other anchored on the floor.Ron positioned himself right between them, taking a firm hold of his cock. He pressed the
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (5)With her breasts already bared from the open front of her athletic top, Vera slowly lifted the fabric over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her skin glowed under the light, soft and flushed, her chest rising with each breath. She reached for the waistband of her skirt, fingers hooking the edge, but Ron stopped her with a low command.“Wait right there.”He stepped up behind her. His hands came around her waist, palms gliding up her stomach, smooth and trembling beneath his touch. He looked straight at Peter, locking eyes with the younger man as his hands slid beneath Vera’s full breasts.“You like touching her like this, boy?”Peter swallowed. “Yeah. Of course.”“Gets your cock hard?”“Yes, sir.”“Makes you want to fuck her, huh?”“Yes, sir.”“Take your cock out.”Peter blinked. “What? Why, Dad?”“We’re learning here. Take it out.”There was a long pause before Peter gave in. He reached for his zipper, dragged it down slowly, and pulled his
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (4)Vera slid her small hand into the open fly of Ron’s pants, her fingertips fumbling briefly with the fold of his boxer shorts before slipping inside.When she found what she was looking for, her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and pulled it free. The thick, long shaft sprang out hard and ready, veined and heavy in her grip.“Dios mío.” Her voice was breathless as she sat back on her heels, wide-eyed. Her gaze lit with awe and something far filthier. “You and your son are not the same, Papi. Your cock is so much bigger.”Ron smirked and reached down, gently stroking her soft golden-brown hair. His fingers slid through it slowly, tender and possessive. “He’s got some growing up to do.”“Sí.”“You want to suck that, don’t you, little kitten?”She looked up at him with heat and uncertainty. “Will it... cum?”“Not unless I let it. A little girl like you couldn’t make this cock cum if you tried.”Vera bit her lip and grinned. “That sounds li
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (3)She moved toward him. “Maybe I do.”He nodded toward the chair she’d just vacated. “Up.”She stepped onto it, now face to face with him. Her hungry eyes held him.“How long does he last in bed?”“A few minutes,” she admitted, her voice trembling now. “At best.”“You need more than that.”She nodded. “God, yes, I do, sir. I need so much more.”Ron’s voice was controlled. “Does he use a condom every time?”“Yes, sir. Always. He finishes and just… stops.”“Does he make you cum?”She looked down for a second. “No. Never.”His jaw tensed. “So how do you finish?”She lifted her chin. “Usually with my fingers when I get home. He’s too rough and he doesn’t pay attention. He just shoves them in, like I’m some kind of sex toy. No patience. No rhythm.”Ron circled the chair slowly, his eyes moving down the delicate lines of her thighs, the subtle sway of her hips, the tension wound tight in her spine.“That’s not how you treat a woman, Vera.”She turned her
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (2)He opened the door to his study and left it wide behind him. She hesitated, then followed. The room smelled like cedar and old books. He sank into the deep red leather chair and motioned to the other across from him.She sat carefully, pressing her knees together. Her back remained stiff.“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, watching her body more than her eyes. “I just wanted to tell you something.”“Y-yes, sir?”“You and Peter. You seem to be getting really close.”“I guess,” she said, fiddling with her fingers.“You guess?” he echoed, smiling.“Well... I mean, I don’t know. Maybe you should ask him that.”He chuckled darkly. “Vera, the moment I met you, I pulled Peter aside and told him, ‘You don’t fuck this up.’ I saw right away. You’re different.”She blinked. “Me?”“Yes, you. Julie doesn’t like you because you aren’t a plastic socialite with her nose in the air. But that’s exactly why I like you.”Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Y
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