Professor's Pet

Nineteen*

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; torture;

"Would you like to explain to me why there is currently a mutt dangling about a foot off the floor by the wrists in your classroom, Dr. Ivanoff?" You raised your eyes from the test you were grading to the doorway, where a certain redhead was standing and smirking at you.

"Not particularly," you grumped back at her, leaning back in your chair and stretching out your aching limbs. The class, by and large, had ignored your numerous warnings about rereading the material, and had apparently also not been taking proper notes. It was infuriating, and it was hardly your fault that your patience was a little on edge.

"Try again," Natasha murmured, gliding effortlessly into the room and closing the door behind her. You watched as she plopped a pile of papers off of one of the chairs, inviting herself to a seat. You watched her while she moved. She wasn't here to scold you. If anything, she seemed slightly amused. If anything, Natasha was more than used to your antics.

"You've been to my lectures. It's a new visual aid." You smirked as Natasha mulled over that piece of information, fighting to keep the smile from her face. She was amused by you. Your time together recently seems to have softened her towards you professionally. You genuinely didn't know what to make of it.

"Strappado. Spanish Inquisition. I'm familiar," your boss's voice was playful and wry. You closed your eyes, thinking back to an hour earlier when you had been testing a new technique.

...

"That's new." Kate's always cheerful voice couldn't derail your spiraling bad mood as you glanced at the note that had been taped to your classroom door. Kate's voice didn't even register at first as you seethed at the necessity of having to meet with a student's parents to explain why their offspring seemed incapable of passing your class. Showing up once in awhile wouldn't hurt. "Professor?" Kate's question finally forced your eyes off of the note as you shoved it into your vest pocket. That was another hour's problem. You followed Kate's line of sight to the ceiling, remembering the pully that you had been working with.

"It's a visual aid for the Spanish Inquisition module coming up." You shrugged, walking past Kate towards your supply cabinet to fetch the rope. After slinging it over your shoulder, adjusting the pully to Kate's height specifications and fetching a step-stool from the utility closet, you beckoned Kate closer. "Come." You weren't surprised necessarily by the laugh that came from her mouth. You inhaled, held the breath for a moment and recentered. "Come." She laughed again. The pup was off of her game today and completely failing to read the room. Or you. Time for some fun.

You turned towards Kate, a familiar glint in your eye. Your next word was punctuated with a snap and a point at your feet. She leaped into action immediately.

"Yes, Professor." She mumbled. You smiled, tilting her face up just a smidge and planting a soft kiss on her lips. She perked up immediately. You positioned the stool under the rope and helped her climb up. Once in position, you climbed onto the desk.

"Wrists." You murmured, kissing Kate's shoulder, which was once again in reach. Kate extended her hands obediently and you looped a smaller rope through them, securing them cleanly. "Tug." You watched as she obeyed, flexing the muscles in her forearms. The knot tightened securely. Satisfied her wrists weren't moving, you reached up to tug on the hook, fastening it in the loop around Kate's wrists. Adding a couple of layers of rope to secure the entire apparatus, you climbed down from the desk, admiring your handiwork. Kate waited patiently as you walked a circle around your desk and her position, double checking that everything was secure again. Satisfied, you pressed a button in your pocket, raising the hook – and Kate – off of the ground by the wrists, stretching her arms and back. "How do you feel, pet?" You grinned up at her, unsurprised to find her cocky grin clearly visible on her face.