Teacher's Pet

XXIII

Mollie

"A wh-what?" I asked, not having a clue what he meant. "God, you're fucking precious." He chuckled before sitting next to me and pulling me onto his lap. "Now I'm not saying this to turn you into a submissive, although the thought of that is intriguing enough." He smiled, showing off his million dollar smile. "But I don't think that is our type of relationship, at least not completely. A safe word is used to inform me that whatever activity is happening needs to stop, and it will stop immediately. If you say your safe word aloud, I will stop whatever I am doing." He informed me without sounding condescending.

"Why would 'stop' not work?" I asked genuinely curious. If a safe word meant the same thing as 'stop', then why wouldn't the word itself suffice? 'Yes', 'no', and 'stop' seemed pretty black and white to me. "Well, do you remember," he began to draw lazy patterns up and down my leg, "when you said 'please don't stop' when I was fucking you?" He drawled as he inched his fingers closer to my sex inch by inch. "That could make things quite muddy." I nodded my head to assure him that I understood, but couldn't stop myself from averting my gaze. His words were so vulgar, but made my abdomen stir with want and need. A feeling I knew only he could sate, overtook my body.

"Erm- pineapple?" It was the first thing that came to mind. I hated pineapples, just the thought of them could make me gag at times. I bet that'd be a real turn off. Although I heard pineapples can make you smell or taste better down there. Gah- nope. I'll have to find an alternative. "Pineapple... it is." He confirmed my choice. "If you feel at any moment this becomes too much, whether it be with the pain, emotion or just too overwhelming, do not hesitate to use your safe word and this will stop immediately."

He rested me over his knees, the sudden movement startled me evoking a gasp from my throat. I was still wearing the same dress as this morning which gave him the access he needed. He pushed the checkers fabric up my thighs until it rested above my hips. I felt his fingers trial up my fair skin, igniting every cell in my being with such a gentle touch. When he reached the cup of my bottom, I winced as his fingers trailed in between my cheeks. "A thong, Miss Williams?" He growled the rhetorical question. "It seems as though these won't need to come off then."

Without warning, his palm connected to my right cheek making a delicious burn flutter through me. I jerked forward from the impact, and before I could catch my breath, he struck me again. The burning sensation soothed for a moment as he rubbed my skin beneath his palm. He massaged my bottom, easing the heat, but he didn't wait long until moving onto the next cheek. Each strike sent currents of electricity to the nub in between my legs. I tried to focus on the pain of him spanking me, and ignore the wetness pooling into my panties, but it was more uncomfortable than being hit. I couldn't stop myself from squirming and squeezing my legs together. I needed some sort of friction to take this discomfort away.

"I suggest you quit, Mollie." He groaned. At first, I thought I was making it hard for him to deliver his punishment, but when I felt something poking against my abdomen, I figured out what I was making hard. "Oh, sorry..." I whimpered, nearly out of breath. By the twentieth spank, warm tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I didn't want him to stop. It was painful, but in a stinging and uncomfortable way rather than excruciating. I trusted he would only deliver what I deserved, and knew when enough was enough. Smack... 21. Smack... 22. Smack... 23. I bit down onto my lip to keep from using my safe word. I can do this, it's not that bad. Smack... 24. Smack... 25. I couldn't hold in the sob that pulled my lip from between my teeth.

My clit was throbbing for attention, I was so needy. "You took your punishment so well, sweetheart, but I could've gone without you talking back to me beforehand." He rasped into my ear after he yanked my head back with the fistful of hair he held onto. "Let's put that bratty little mouth of yours to good use, shall we?" Within a second I was off of his lap and kneeling before him on the floor. It was as if I were put here to worship him at his feet, and my only purpose was to please him. My throat ran dry at his words because for once I knew exactly what he meant.

"Tsk tsk. I didn't know my quiet, little mouse could be so bratty." He teased, but the truth was, neither did I. If this was the reaction it pulled from him, maybe being a brat was worth it. My cheeks were flushed from the exertion of just taking his punishment, and my heart rate hadn't calmed down. I could hear my pulse pumping throughout me in my ears. "Unzip my pants, and pull my cock out." He instructed, causing me to leap into action. I forced my inept fingers to unbutton his pants and tug the zipped down. Mr. Thomas looked amused at my frivolous attempt to see him naked. Thankfully, he was kind enough to raise his hips enough for me to pull his trousers down to his knees. If it were up to me, I would have him completely naked but I was too desperate to taste him.

"Slowly," he told me as he touched my hands gently. "Believe me, I am in no hurry." I nodded and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. His length was building beneath the fabric of his boxers. It was so large, the waistband wasn't even lying on his stomach, it was pushed up by the head of his manhood. I slid my hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles contract beneath my fingers. Once I reached the top, I slid the fabric down, again thankful for his help. His manhood sprang to life, curving upwards since it wasn't being withheld by the clothing. A drop of precum was glistening on the head, and I was dying to lick up the liquid.

Angry, purple veins pumped his member to its full length, and I doubted I could fit him entirely in my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around him, and began to pump him slowly, praying that I was doing this correctly. Given by the hiss that escaped through his teeth, I took that as an indication to keep going. I looked up at him to see how good this felt, but his expression was as stoic as ever. Only his eyes told me how much he was enjoying this. The desire behind his eyes was enough evidence.

"Tighter." He groaned and I tightened my grip on him, feeling him twitch within my grasp. I leaned up high on my knees and licked the head of his member, moaning at the saltiness. I wrapped my lips around him before sucking him down as I jerked him. I pushed him in as far as I could without gagging, and pulled back to the tip to swirl my tongue around. He wasn't having any of that. He laced his fingers through my mocha locks and forced my head down until he hit the back of my throat. Tears pricked my eyes as he thrusted in and out of my mouth. "That's it. Be a good little mouse and take every inch of my cock."

"You'll remember who this mouth belongs to, won't you?" He grunted between thrusts. Saliva was dripping from my mouth and down his shaft from his brutal pace. I tried to answer him 'yes, Sir' but it only came out as a gurgled response. Within a few moments, his movements changed from calculated and fast to jerky as his hips sputtered. I felt his manhood twitch on top of my tongue, and I dropped my hand to cup his sac. "Fuck!" He expelled as his thrusts ceased and he exploded into my mouth.

I swallowed every drop of him, and licked him from the base up to the tip to drink up that last bit. He dropped his hands from my hair and face, and collapsed back into the couch. His chest heaved with each breath he took, and I couldn't help but smile knowing I made him feel like that. When he pulled me from the floor and wrapped me in his embrace only made my smile grow bigger. His length, however, only teased the ache between my legs I had lost focus on, causing me to grind down onto him.

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