Alle Kapitel von Forbidden collection : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

He left me cuffed and spread for a long time.Wrists above my head. Ankles open. Cunt completely exposed. I felt every slow drop of wetness slide down onto the sheets. My nipples stayed tight. My breathing sounded too loud in the quiet room. He sat in the chair and watched. Nothing else.When he finally stood, my stomach clenched.He did not speak. He went to the black bag, took out a soft leather flogger, and came back to the bed. The first touch was light—the falls dragging slowly across my stomach, then over my heavy tits, then lower, brushing my open cunt. I shivered hard.The first real strike landed on the soft inside of my left thigh. Sharp heat bloomed under the skin. I gasped but kept my legs open. The second hit the right thigh. Then the undersides of my breasts. He worked steadily, never rushing. Each strike left a hot, stinging trail that sank deeper. When the flogger finally landed directly between my legs—wet and sharp against my clit and open folds—my hips jerked and a

He left me on my knees in the entryway, collar still locked around my throat, cum leaking slowly down my thighs. The house was quiet except for the sound of my breathing. My cunt throbbed. My ass still felt open from the dildo. Every small shift of my weight reminded me how thoroughly he had already used me outside.He walked past me without a word and went into the living room. I heard the soft clink of glass. When he came back he held a short glass of something dark. He stood over me and drank, looking down at the mess he had made of me.“Crawl,” he said.I dropped forward onto my hands and followed him across the cool marble. My heavy tits swung. Cum smeared along the insides of my thighs with every movement. The collar kept me aware of every tug of the chain still hanging from it. He led me to the long couch and sat down, legs spread.He pointed to the floor between his knees.I crawled into place and looked up.He unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock free. It was already hal

I had his cock buried in my throat when the door opened.The tile was freezing under my knees. My jaw already ached in that stretched, messy way I loved. The lacrosse boy’s hands were fisted in my hair, hips jerking, that wet slap of skin loud against the metal lockers. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my heavy tits. They swung with every bob of my head, nipples tight and scraped pink. Between my legs my fingers were working my clit hard, my shaved pussy dripping down my thighs. I was soaked. I always got soaked when I put on a show.I knew exactly how I looked. Big tits out. Ass up. Mouth stretched wide around a thick cock. The most wanted body on campus, currently on her knees and taking it.Then the footsteps changed.I didn’t pull off. I kept sucking, kept the pressure, kept rubbing myself. But my eyes lifted.Dr. Kane stood in the doorway.Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled once. That same calm, unreadable face from class. His eyes moved over me the way someone looks at a wet floor

Thursday came slower than it should have.I spent the two days between office hours wet. Not the usual easy wetness that came when some boy stared too long at my tits in the library. This was different. Constant. Low and mean. Every time I shifted in my seat during class I felt the bare lips of my pussy slide against each other. No panties again. I wanted the reminder.Kane taught like nothing had happened. Same low voice. Same precise hands when he wrote on the board. He never looked at me longer than anyone else. But I watched the way his jaw tightened once when I crossed my legs and the short skirt rode higher. I saw it. He felt it too.At 3:55 I was already outside his office.This time I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it soft behind me.He was standing at the window, back to me, looking out over the quad. The late light cut across his shoulders.“Miss Hale,” he said without turning. “I thought I made myself clear.”“You touched me,” I answered. “

I didn’t go back to his office the next day.I waited.Saturday night I was in my dorm, alone, still feeling the ghost of him inside me. Every time I shifted on the bed I felt the dull, sweet ache in my ass and the tenderness between my legs. I had come three more times after I left his office, fingers buried in both holes, replaying the exact second his control finally broke.Sunday I stayed away on purpose.Monday I walked into class late on purpose.Kane was already at the front, writing on the board. He didn’t look up when I entered. I took my usual seat near the front, crossed my legs slow, and watched him the entire hour. He taught like nothing had happened. Same low voice. Same careful hands. But once—just once—his eyes landed on me and stayed a second too long.That was enough.After class I didn’t wait for the room to empty. I walked straight to the front while students were still packing their bags.“Professor,” I said, loud enough for a few people to glance over. “I have a