Professor's Pet

Two*

Warnings: sub!Kate; dark!Dom!Owner!Reader; dark!widow; standing cnc; collaring; leash-training; dumbification; physical punishments; degrading; oral; training; voyeurism/exhibitionism; dom/sub-master/pet dynamics in public; sharing; flirting; power imbalance professor/students; public sexual acts; orgasm control;

You nudged Kate's shoulder in the morning – she had been curled up at the foot of your bed where you left her, blanket halfway tucked around her naked body, the leash still firmly in place hooked over the bedpost. It didn't look like she had moved an inch. She couldn't be broken already, could she? The point was never to break her, just make her more pliable. She was already willing enough. But all puppies needed to be trained, and you were just getting started. Honestly, you thought that if you admitted it to yourself, this was one of your favorite parts. You tapped lightly on her cheek, bringing a blush to her cheeks as she began stirring under your watchful gaze. It took her a moment to acclimate and glance around the room before her eyes went wide.

"Lucky, I left him all..." her panic-stricken voice was cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps, the dog appearing and winding around your legs. "Oh." You smirked as the retriever moved forward, licking Kate's face. You had done that too, and she kept trying to return the favor. You loved the taste of her skin already. All of her skin. Everywhere.

"You need to get dressed, pet." You gestured to the clothes you laid out on the bed for her before she woke. Kate frowned. "I picked them up when I got Lucky."

"Where are we going?" You couldn't help but watch Kate as she slid from the foot of your bed, completely naked in front of you. You clenched your jaw. You couldn't be late. Not today.

"You start as a TA today, pet." You watched the gears turning in Kate's head as she tried to work out what you said.

"But how did you..." You couldn't keep the smirk off of your face any longer, and she gazed up at you, doe-eyed and half-dressed.

"More specifically, Ms. Bishop, you're my TA. Now get dressed." You gestured to the remainder of the clothes on the bed, knowing that if they were not on her quickly, they never would be. And then Kate would get fired from her TA position before you got to have any fun at all.

"Your?" Kate's mouth moved a few times, but no sound came out.

"Dr. Y/n Ivanov. Your new History professor." You glanced in the mirror as you straightened your tie, fixing the single whisp of your hair that was out of place. You didn't hear movement behind you. You turned slightly, glancing in Kate's direction. "Don't make me tell you again." The skirt dropped out of Kate's hand as she gaped at you before almost instantly snapping herself to attention, pulling her clothes on in record time. You removed the leash from the collar, sliding it into your pocket and not missing the slight whine when it was released. You left the collar on. Her white shirt collar almost covered it. Unless you were looking for it specifically, and you were. You kept eyeing the metal ring at the front of her neck, wanting to tug on it. The skirt didn't cover much, and you smirked. You made a couple adjustments.

...

The two of you arrived to the classroom first, goosebumps appearing instantly on Kate's exposed skin at the air-conditioned and empty lecture hall. She moved instinctively towards your desk and you chuckled, snapping your fingers. When she glanced up at you, you gestured to a chair in the front row.

"Take notes. Pay attention, and do what I say. It's going to be a long day, puppy, I'm going to need you." You stood imposingly over the chair as she slid into it, her eyes locked on yours.

"Yes, Professor." She licked her lips when she spoke, and you felt a surge of energy going directly to your core. You took a deep breath, backing away slightly as the younger woman looked at you in surprise before the faintest hint of a smirk ghosted across her face. The puppy was smarter than she looked.