All Chapters of Professor Dearest: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MATTEO’S POV I knew all I needed was self-restraint, but faced with a woman like Arlette who was weaponizing her femininity against me? Fuck it if I didn’t want to stand up from here and turn her over the table so damn fast. When I had chosen my penthouse to bring Arlette over to? It was not for me to have her undress before me, but to punish her. Either way, slipping my dick in her is no way for a decent punishment. I will have to think of something else. “Like this?” Arlette asks as she lifts her clothes downward a little bit, edging each new skin as if I have not seen her naked already. This isn’t about the past times I’ve seen my woman naked. This time, she is seducing me, and with each step, I seem to be falling down that bottomless pit. “Stop!” I call out and slowly, Arlette’s hands pauses mid-air. “Am I doing it wrong?” She wonders and my eyes bulge as if she spoke a foreign language. “No! Fuck! I need a moment to catch my breath,” I confess, feeling the bulge on m

ARLETTE’S POV The loud banging of sounds that penetrate my ears gets me excited as I accept the glass of whiskey that Hayden offers me. We are at his friend’s house where he is organizing a pool party. I didn’t plan on swimming, but one of the girls was nice to find me something to wear. So, here I am dangling my feet at the large pool while bringing the glass to my lips, sipping on the amber liquid, feeling the hot drizzle burn down my lungs. “Thank you,” I mutter with gratitude. “Anything for you, Cookie,” he says, smiling warmly at me. The party is crowded, and people pass around holding their phones recording, while some are even on live, streaming the party. Bodies are rubbing against one another, others are busy fucking in dark corners, and here I am, staring at Hayden in the water as he is swimming, but not far away from me. Hayden puts his hand on my knees and that makes me smile, although I would have loved him to just keep his hands to himself. “Did that son of

MATTEO’S POV On my way to the police station, I called Dante and I was not surprised to see him there when I got to the police station. It is barely five a.m. in the morning, and it is so cold. I open the door, and walk towards Dante, as he waves at me. I love the fact that my brothers always have my back, the fact that they will be available whenever I am for them, and so will I. “Matteo!” He greets me and I kiss him on the cheek, making him gag jokingly. “Come on, let’s see what Arlette has gotten herself into,” I tell him leading the way to the station. We walk into the station and my friend; the commander greets me. He was waiting for me, and he directed me to his office, smiling brightly. “What happened? Thank you for not making a scene out there,” I tell him as he offers me a chair. I sigh, sitting on the chair comfortably, and the smile he presents to me is bright. I gladly accept the scotch he hands me in a whiskey glass. After the first gulp, he speaks up. “Arl

MATTEO’S POV I was so pissed off right now, I felt like every fiber in my system was holding me back from not latching out completely, which is absurd because I wanted to show Arlette what an asshole I can be when angry. For now, I need her to know what she did was wrong and there are consequences she must face for her actions. Increasing the pain on her right nipple, I notice how Arlette aches backward, her pussy rubbing against my thighs. But this isn’t pleasurable; it’s going to be a punishment. “Stop! You aren’t jerking off no one bit from this,” I grit out as I push her back to the door, squeezing my body into her. “What do you want me to say, Matteo? I’ve been a bad girl. Will you punish me for that?” Arlette asks throwing more fuel into my already burning rage. I couldn’t resist myself when I let go of her and walk over to my drawer, I pass over the whip I had used to spank her the other night with. Today, she will be tasting something different. “Oh! You are mad, D

ARLETTE’S POV Have you ever heard the word topping from the bottom? Because that is exactly what Matteo was doing to me right now. It is true I was still on top of him after making him cum so hard, but what sparked up his energy was the fact that he came first and I was still on him, trying to right out his orgasm. Well, I should have taken that as a sign to step down from his long cock because right now, I am moaning at the top of my voice. “Daddyyy!” the words leave my lips, as I throw my head backwards, feeling like a thick chunk of wood is being fired into my pussy. Fuck! My ass still burned after being punished by Matteo. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to hit me that badly; the swollen is going to go away in a couple of days, but what baffles me the most is that I had to use my safe word. ‘What the fuck am I doing fucking my professor and so fucking enjoying it?’ I chide myself as I continue rocking Matteo, even though his hips were leaving the bed and impaling me hard