Forcefully submissive man (one shots)

The touch starved professor (unfinished)

You know it in his eyes when you look at him- something's changed. You notice these things far faster than anyone, the ring on his left hand was not there, his mind paced out every now and then; the wife was gone, and still, a smile engulfs his face when you answer a hard question that he knows only you can answer. You're almost under the impression that without you in there answering his questions he would be gone, like a need, something that the good continuation of his day relies on. You wondered about -with the absence of the wife- who would tend to his other needs. You wondered if he has been deprived, if there was finally a chance presenting itself to you. You see him rubbing the sides of his finger where the ring must've been. He must be thinking of her and that idea is a strain, a stinging tension from inside your lungs and the center of your body,
and a primitive sensation from between your legs. She can't possibly be better than you. The man is yours for the taking.. the bell rings, you haven't taken any notes, it's hard to do so when the source of information and the source of distraction are one, you slowly pack, and leave the empty notebook lying flat on your desk. You cross and uncross your legs, stand up, bend over and pick your bag, sit back down, and continue packing, until with impatience, he finds himself beside your desk. "Empty pages.. did you stop taking notes? Do I bore you miss Evelyn?"
"Not at all." You pack the notebook. you cross your legs again.
"Would you stop? Doing what you're doing.. it's not befitting for someone of your achievements." He says staring at your thighs, uncovered by the short skirt.
"Doing what mr. Anderson?" You look up at him, sounding clueless.
"Don't play dumb with me, Evelyn" he closes his eyes, clutching the bridge of his nose with the tips of his fingers. He opens them again, only to see you standing, your purse to your side, the fragrance of your gentle perfume invades his nostrils, his eyes trace along your collar bones then along the collar of your blouse, and down to your cleavage, until he regains awareness of how inappropriate a situation this is, he takes a step back, and a deep breath in.
"unbelievable." He finally lets out, as he sits over one of the lower desk rows. You sit over yours, your skirt barely stretching over your in-thighs, as you uncross your legs, and the sight in front of him leaves him dumbfounded. "You came to my lecture, like this?" He says as he sees you. Beyond what he had ever imagined, and beyond what he could ever handle to see. Sitting on the edge of the desk row with your hands behind you, knees barely spread from each other.. someone standing by the door wouldn't think too much of it, but oh, from his angle.. "you came to my lecture with no undergarments?" He scolds, to distract you from the desire in his eyes, but it's too sharp a look, too tense an air. Really, he just wants his hands on you, to touch, to control, to give control... but he can't. He would never be able to do it. It's wrong, immoral, inappropriate. He feels the words thumping against the inside of his brain, but then again he feels his crotch throbbing too. Though you're young and naturally irrational, in comparison to himself who's supposed to be wise and contained, he must therefore, not give in. You see it all.. he's on edge. On the edge of giving in to what you want, you're about to win. You reach for both of his hands, "What're you doing?" He asks desperately, and you place them on your thighs. His breath hitches. He cannot think straight. The feeling of you against his hands leaves him almost drooling. "this, fucking, skin, oh my god." He exclaimed pressing his palms against you and squeezing your thighs, "this soft, soft clear skin" his voice so low and calm like he was hardly scolding a moment ago. His thumbs draw shapes onto your in-thighs slowly closing in on your lips as he looks up at you. Your smile puts him at ease, your triumphant, mocking smile. You have won.
"this is wrong- this is so wrong" He takes his hands away, you see him bulging against his beige pants as he pulls back "but you've wanted me for so long professor, haven't you? you want me now more than ever." He sees you looking at his crotch, "don't you professor?"
His cock twitches. "I do." he finally admits, giving in to his inappropriate lust, "that feeling down in my crotch when I felt your thighs, and this sight in front of me, baby, you're so, so.. wicked. Oh how you've lured me into your little trap, my little Evelyn." you reach for his belt and undo it, "oh, god" he exclaims, you then reach for the crotch so desperately wanting to be set free, bulging and twitching, like a being of its own. "A trap, is it professor?"  You ask as you start caressing him through his pants, "ye.." he whimpers, "Yes."
"But you love it professor, don't you? You love my 'trap'? " You unzip his pants, "Even when you can see the metal teeth sticking out of the jaws of my trap, you want to stick your cock right into it, don't you?" You slide your hand inside the pants onto his boxers, he closes his eyes as his abdomen muscles convulse and he bucks his hips against your hand right as you touch it. "I do." He breathes out and whimpers as you rub his length.
"Oh, poor man, I see you haven't been touched in months.. I'm not who's wicked here... am I?" You lean in as you speak, showing him a hint of your breasts.
"No- no. You're good to me- Oh you're so good to me." he says through moans, his eyes squinting and his eyebrows furrowing every time you touch his tip against the fabric of the boxers, "oh. Gosh. ..it's true.. my wife- she wouldn't... -oh- she wouldn't fuck me. So mad, she was so mad all the time."
You pout, "but you don't need her anymore, do you?" You caress his crotch faster, all the while you can't help but notice, the way he keeps getting harder and bigger against your hand, the way he twitches and throbs when you touch his tip or caress his balls, the way you have all the control over his body, and over his mind.
"No I don't need her. I need you. Please.. I've never been this hard for anyone before, not even for my wife.. in her best lingerie- her best positions, FUCK! take me out please? PLEASE take my cock out."
"Are you sure... professor? Are you positive you can handle it?" You lightly flick your fingers at his tip.
"Positive. Fuck- Yes I'm positive. Please. I wanted you for so long.. so long- I wanted to taste you, I wanted to get on my knees under your desk as you uncross your long, pretty legs and.. FUCK." You let your hand into his boxers.
"You wanted to get on your knees for me professor? You're so sweet." You draw circles around the tip of his cock, then squeeze it, "yes!" He moans, "I did.. I do. I want to know what you taste like please- please, oh for fuck's sake let me taste your cunt- Evelyn.." he moans as revealing his cock sends waves of pleasure throughout his body, it stands against his shirt as he pushes his head back. "oh.." he yells out breathing heavily.
"please do mr. Anderson, get on your knees and taste me." you uncross your legs and spread your thighs away from each other, your fingers tease your lips as he gets closer and gets on his knees in front of you, pushes your thighs further away, and watches as you unbutton your blouse, slowly showing your naked bouncy breasts. "What a sight," he says, "your thighs spread wide for me, showing me that fucking cunt, that I've dreamed about so much. I've got to say, I've dreamed about... fucking you with my tongue. Just like I'm gonna do now, oh how I've fantasized about you baby, and with that white blouse hanging over your shoulders so lightly, showing me your breasts.." his hand reaches for his cock "oh your breasts, baby-  you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen..I can't help but.." he rubs himself as he buries his head between your thighs, licking and pushing with his tongue at your clit, "No, no professor" you grab his chin, "you can't touch yourself now. Would you want me to get dressed and leave you here like this? A complete mess, on your knees with that unsatisfied hard cock, Hm?" You smile at him as you tuck his hair locks to the back of his head "Fuck.. you had torture on your mind, when you walked in here today Evelyn.." his right hand leaves traces of sticky precum all over your skin as he fiddles your nipple with his thumb and continues to vibrate his tongue against you. You look at him, down on his knees, rock-hard and dripping all over his beige pants, but trying so hard to get you to a climax. He looks so good, squinting his eyes and pushing his tongue against your sweet spot, you just want to pull his hair, buck yourself up against his face and ride his tongue, but you loosen the tie around his neck and take it off of him, what you want to do is much better. He looks up at you. "Come on up Mr. Anderson. Would you turn around please? That's it."
You grab both of his hands and tie them once as he looks from the corner of his eyes. You tie them once more. "It's tight." He says.
"You know, for a big man you're quite soft, mr. Anderson. Tight is good."
"You know, for a student your size with that tone, I can break off the tie, push you against the desk and fuck you, right? Fuck some manners into you however I want and you wouldn't be able to stop me, you know that? " You turn him back to you. "Oh, but you won't, professor Anderson, will you now?" You cross your legs and drop the blouse off of your shoulders.
"No.. I won't.."
He looks down at you, he knows he has but one choice, and that is to give up control. He eyes you, breathing heavily, clearly, he thinks you'll take him in your mouth, or wants you to anyway, as his cock stands firmly in front of you. You flick your fingers at the head, and he groans and bucks his hips back "stand still, professor."  You say looking up at him, unbuttoning his shirt, then pushing it off of his shoulders. He looked just like in your head, so fine standing there with his hands tied behind his back, his shirt just barely covering any skin, and that cock.. you trace from down his balls to his tip with one finger, he shivers to your touch,
As you start drawing circles onto the tip of the head. He moans, "touch me, Evelyn. Please"
"I am touching you, sir." You say, grinning at him as you poke his balls.
"No. Please. You know what I mean, and what I want. Look at me, I'm so hard for you it fucking hurts." He says gesticulating with his head.
"Spit."
"What?"
"Spit on your cock."
"You want me to-"
"Yes. Spit."
"Fuck."
You press your palm against his shaft and jerk up and down his shaft. He went silent but when you looked at him.. his jaw clenched, lips sealed, brows furrowed and eyes squinting. He Seemed about to explode right onto your hands. You slap his cock and he quivers and cries out.
"Now now, Mr. Anderson. Don't deprive me of your voice."
You slap lightly at his cock again.
"OKAY- okay. Fuck, what do you want me to say? It felt good, you know it felt good." You take him in your hand, He moans as you squeeze his cock head letting it slide through your fingers and pressing your thumb to the spot beneath the head, his knees immediately tremble. "No not there."
You lean in and flick your tongue against it. "OH." He yells out "FUCK." "PLEASE. Not there- EVELYN. Please." You kiss the head of his cock and take it in your mouth. "For fuck's sake Evelyn, I'll do whatever you want, just not the head-" He whimpers "I'll come right now if you keep- FUCK!" You flicked your tongue at that sensitive spot. "Ha- stop!" you pull away and he breathes out. "God.." he laughs "fuck you for taking advantage of me, and thank you. Thank goodness that you're taking advantage of me."
"Sit back down professor, I don't want you getting tired." You say once his breathing calms down.
You pull your foot from your high-heel, and with it trace from his knee, to his in-thigh. When you're close to his crotch you trace all the way back down to his ankle, all the while he's breathing heavily, watching you raise, spread and close up your legs as you trace along his, like showing off to him while you're sitting back. Your left leg joins to caress and trace along his right, and the breathing begins to sound like moans, soft manly moans. You lightly feel against his balls and he groans, but you pull your foot away. He sighs.
"Can you touch me? Please."
"No."
"Can I touch myself?"
"No."
He laughs. "Are you planning, on touching me any time soon Evelyn?"
"I'm not sure professor, did you want me to touch you?"
He laughs and you smile.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to beg. What do you want?"
"I want you to hop over me and fuck yourself on my cock. Use me to cum. 'That clear enough for you? But you won't do it.. even if I beg, what you really want is to torture me. Break me. I don't break Evelyn, you should know this."
You get on your knees in front of him. His chest rises fast, as he looks down.
Slowly and again, from his knees to his crotch, you trace with your palm and your thumb, then back with your fingers, drawing round shapes against his in-thighs, his cock twitches more the closer you get, drips with precum as you touch his balls. "God.. baby, just touch me please."
"Okay." You say. Surprised, he exhales and cries out "yes." As you slowly jerk up and down his length. "Fuck... yeah. I wanted this since you first came into my class."
You lean in and stick your tongue out, pushing it against the bottom and leaving a trail of saliva as you go up.
"Oh..." he moans "please. Take me in your mouth." You move your mouth away, rub the saliva against him with your hand. "please. Oh... baby, I'm begging. Can you hear me begging? Just get that mouth on my cock."
"Is my hand not enough?" You pout at him as you stop. Trailing along with just one finger.
"No, no. It's enough, baby. If you think it's enough..." you trail with your nails down his thigh to his knee. "No, please, get it up there."
You take the head in your mouth. "Fuck... fuck!" You twirl your tongue around it. He struggles to break free from the tie and jerks around as you vibrate your tongue around his tip.
"God. I wish I could grab your head and push myself to the back of your throat." he says between moans.
That's why I tied you up. You think.
You take more of him and he immediately bucks himself deeper into your mouth.
"God... baby, take it. Please. I'm close." His head falls back, and his back arches towards you.
"Release my hands Evelyn, please. I wanna touch your hair. God.. when you look at me like that and I'm dripping off of your mouth... just release me. please." He exhales and moans as you suck his cock all the way out of your mouth and stand in front of him, as he breathes heavily, his cock twitching against your stomach the closer you lean in. He looks up at you. God, you look hot, reaching for his lips with yours. Your hands reach for his face, caress their way down to his neck, then his shoulders and then down his bare back, scratching lightly at his skin with your sharp white nails, all the way to his tied up hands, and the more he pushes with his tongue into your mouth and grabs your lips with his, the looser is the tie binding his hands together. The moment his hands are finally released, he rapidly wraps his arms around your back, pushes you towards him, bites and grabs at your lips, as you climb over his lap on the desk, place yourself over his twitching cock. He pulls his face away as his tip comes in contact with your wetness. "Fuck..." he moans into your neck, you smile, moving yourself against him, teasing his erect crotch against your lips, back and forth, his eyes squint.
Impatiently, he reaches behind you, grabbing at your bottom, and pushing himself in. You inhale, almost gasp for air, as he glues your body to his with one arm, and pushes your bottom back and forth against him with the other. Unable to move, you pull at his hair, running the tips of your fingers through his locks. You pull tightly at his hair, tilting his head back until his eyes are meeting yours. "Don't think you've taken control now, mr Anderson, remember, I released your hands."
"No, I haven't.. ah.. release my hair, I haven't taken control. YOU, will always be in control, and you have always been so, even in my dreams." You start moving again against him. "Keep talking." You say.
"Even.. in my dreams.. Ah fuck!.. In my dreams, you always take charge, you instruct me on how to properly fuck you. You hop over me, just like this, wrap your hand around my neck and fuck yourself with my cock."
"God." Your hips moving smoothly and rapidly against his. Your hand reaches for his neck and presses against his freshly shaved skin.
"Fuck..." he whimpers, "yes.. yeah, back and forth baby, back and forth against my thick cock, baby. Can you feel me getting close?"
"Mhm" You moan "I can,

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Guys this is so long I'll finish it some other day 👍🏻