Professor's Pet

Eighteen*

 

Warnings: sub!Kate; dark!Dom!Owner!Reader; standing cnc/free use; collaring; leash-training; physical punishments; degrading; oral; training; dom/sub-master/pet dynamics in public; sharing; flirting; power imbalance professor/students; feral!doms; blindfolds; masturbation; voyeurism;

You had been busy while you let Kate sleep in uncharacteristically. By time her eyes opened, she squinted in the unfamiliar darkness, disorientated. That was the idea. You hung blackout curtains around the house, tucked your phones into a drawer, and unplugged the clocks with only white noise in the background.

"Y/n?" Kate's voice was groggy, and you got goosebumps at the sound of her using your first name, enjoying it more than you wanted to admit. You'd heard it before, of course, but it sounded sweeter first thing in the morning when the sweet pup was still sleep drunk.

"I'm here, pup," you murmured, walking into the room silently. Kate stiffened at your presence then immediately relaxed. You smiled. You were going to put that to the test today. Your fingers caressed Kate's check and she leaned into your touch, smiling, pressing her lips to your palm. You crouched by her side of the bed, your index finger lazily tracing across her face as her eyes opened fully. She grinned when she saw you.

"What time is it?" she murmured, looking around. You shushed her, pressing your lips to her forehead before taking her hands in yours and leading her off of the bed.

"Meet me downstairs in five minutes. It's training day." You smirked at the grin that widened on Kate's face. Your training days pushed her, but they usually ended in some kind of reward. This one was going to push you both.

Kate made it downstairs with a good minute to spare, looking around curiously at the almost complete darkness throughout the house. You were able to come up behind her and your hands were almost to her hips by the time she recognized you were there. She was going to have to do better. You fixed breakfast for both of you, the curiosity practically killing your puppy, who was looking at you with pleading eyes. You smirked. That was the idea, after all. After cleaning up, you snapped your fingers, signaling that training had begun. Kate's eyes went wide and her attention hyper-focused on you.

"Good girl. Come, puppy." You pointed to your side and Kate fell into step beside you. You paused. "Knees." By the time Kate made it to her knees, she was almost panting already and you hadn't even started yet. You stood in the center of the living room, pointing to a spot beside you on the carpet. Kate knelt there obediently, her eyes watching you. "Stay." The only part of Kate that moved were her eyes as you moved across the room, fishing something out of your drawer. She watched you as much as she could as you walked around behind her, straddling her legs, your knees bracing her shoulders. She tried moving back into you and you snapped your fingers. "One." Kate straightened and didn't move as you slid the blindfold around her eyes, securing it behind her head. Your hand on her shoulder guided her down until she was on all fours.

"It's important for my safety, as well as yours, that you're able to find me anywhere. So, things like Natasha's party don't happen again. Do you understand?"

"Yes Professor." Kate was biting her lip so hard it was turning white and it took every ounce of restraint that you had to not bite it for her. Among other things. Her head turned slightly towards the sound of your voice.

"We're going to play a game, puppy." You smirked as Kate gulped but was practically drooling. "Every time you can get to me, you can remove an article of clothing." Now the puppy was actively drooling at the prospect. "But every time I get a hand on you – or anything else – without you noticing I'm there, I get to take one off of you. Anything I want."