Deriving Submission

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I felt his breath on the back of my neck, it was hot and heavy.  My ass was stinging so badly it felt like it was on fire.  "Are you going to obey now, Allie?"  The God-like voice said behind me.  All I could do was moan and whimper in response.  Why couldn't I get words out?  My arms were tied above my head to something otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to stay standing with how wobbly and loose I felt.  His hands were on my waist holding me still.  "That's not how you answer your master baby."  He whispered in my ear.  A moment later I felt the crack of the riding crop against my ass again.  I let out a small scream, it was the surprise more than the pain that had caused it.  "Baby, you have to be a good girl and stay silent for me.  I don't want to have to gag you."  His voice alone could make me orgasm, forget what would happen if he touched me.

"Sir, please, I need to...please."  I gushed out.  Had I seriously just said that? Was the pleasure from the pain of a spanking forcing me to beg like a wanton whore?  I was a virgin for gosh sake.  His hands were cupping my breasts now, rubbing in small circles and then pinching...hard.  I was breathing raggedly now, it was becoming too much, I needed something, anything, to take the pressure off my core. 

"Allie, all you have to do to make this all stop is obey me, darling.  You know what I want.  Stop playing around with that boy and I'll take care of all your needs, like a man." 

The sound of my alarm had me shooting out of bed.  I was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and incredibly sexually frustrated.  I had not just had a wet dream about Dr. Grayson.  Had not. No way. Nope.  How would I ever face him in class again?  Not to mention, I hadn't even been able to put a name to his sexy ass voice because I didn't even know his name!  What kind of girl has a wet dream about a man who she doesn't even know the first name of?  A sexually frustrated virgin, that's who. 

I dialed my best friend Emma's number, I seriously needed to talk to someone about this before it started impacting my productivity.  I couldn't afford distractions right now.  Especially when one of those distractions could impact my GPA.  Emma picked up on the second ring.

"Hello stranger, long time no talk.  I see you didn't fall off the face of the earth into a pit of burning CPA books?  Damn, I lost the bet with Sophia."  She responded sarcastically.

"Not the time Em, we need to talk...now.  Can you meet for lunch today?"

"Sure, 1:00 PM at Olive Tree?"  Emma replied

"Perfect, see you there."  I hung up and mentally went through my schedule.  It was Thursday. Dr. Grayson day. I had Financial Derivatives at 3, the hour and a half or so that I would have with Em should be plenty of time to fix my life, right?  Until then I would get some studying done, go for a run, anything to keep my mind off of my god-like professor. 

But first, I needed to figure out his god damn first name. So I did something I had been avoiding since the start of the semester weeks ago because in my mind if I didn't do anything proactive to find out about him, I was not, in fact, interested in him. I brought up the school website on my phone and looked up his bio on the finance department's page. Michael. Michael Grayson. I guess I was expecting something more exotic. I didn't need to read anything else because reading would mean I was interested. And I was not. Just curious what my professor's first name was. Michael. 

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"So you're telling me, that you have a alpha-male professor who you have  sex dreams about, and you want to make them stop?"  Emma said with the most giddy look on her face.  I wanted to punch her right now.