Only when all of the other students had gone were you brought out from beneath the desk. Seán clasped your hands tightly in one hand, the other stroking your cheek. He was smiling. "You did so well. I am so incredibly proud of you; you passed that test with flying colors." He pulled you into a tender kiss, one that you were gently pushed back against his desk for. "You certainly know what you're doing, don't you?"
"I never said I was a virgin, sir," you replied, smiling yourself. If he was proud of you, then you were happy.
His lips trailed down along your jawline and towards your neck. "Tell me, how do you feel? Are you aroused by what just happened? Do you like knowing you got me off so well?"
You nodded a little. "Y-yes, sir, I do," you answered, knowing that he rather enjoyed being called "sir", after all.
"You deserve a reward for this, you know. Do you want it now?" Seán gazed into your eyes, and his pride showed through. He really was honestly proud of you!
You took a glance at the still-open door to the classroom. "M-maybe not while that's open..." you murmured.
The professor went and shut the door, locking it from the inside before approaching you again. He wasted no time in sliding his hand down your jeans and into your panties, feeling how soaking wet you had gotten. This made him smirk. "Well, well... seems I had the added bonus of training you a little."
His fingers grazed your entrance, marveling in the slippery feeling. One digit slid inside, thumb pressed firmly to your clit. You mewled a little bit, grabbing him by the shoulders as your back arched.
Pulling you away from the desk, Seán backed you up and against the chalkboard. His smirk had widened again. "Do you trust me?" he whispered in a low, rough voice.
"Y-yes, sir," you replied quietly, nodding.
His free hand went to your throat, squeezing the sides slowly. "Just relax. I am cutting off the blood flow to your brain. The moment you orgasm, I will release you." His hand was large around your neck, but you didn't struggle. You had to trust him, even when his hand was wrapped around your throat.
The finger inside of you began to pump, thumb still pressed to your tiny clit, rubbing it a little. Soon enough he realized that that was what was going to get you off, so he removed his finger instead and focused solely on the bundle of nerves. Seán rubbed and played with it, faster and faster, until your hips started to squirm. Your brain felt lightheaded with the lack of blood; the pressure to your neck was increasing slowly. Your heart pumped harder than ever, trying to get the bloodflow going.
But the waves of pleasurable heat won out in the end, and you allowed your jaw to drop as you mewled and cried out for him. "S-sir, I... I'm g-going to--!!! Fuck!!"
"Good." As he promised, the moment your orgasm was about to hit, he released your throat. The rush of blood returning to your brain caused the orgasm to go into overdrive, and you let your head fall back as you cried out loudly, lightheaded. A gush of your juices squirted out all over his hand, and by the time he stopped furiously rubbing you, it was dripping as he removed it from your jeans.
Gasping for air you sank to the floor in a sitting position, watching him lick his hand clean in a daze. "Did... did I j-just...?"
"Squirt? Yes. Erotic asphyxiation will do that to some people. It's safer to do with another person, of course, as opposed to by yourself... people have died trying to do it alone," he mused casually as he licked his hand. Then he helped you to stand back up, acting as your support when your knees tried to give out. Seán chuckled. "I'm still so proud of you. You know what this means, don't you?"
"N-no, sir, I don't."
"It means I can claim you."
~☆~
All the rest of that day was spent preoccupied with his words. What could he possibly have meant by claiming you? Didn't you already sign a contract?
I should have done my research, at least a little bit more than just about his ring.
Mark was waving a hand in front of your face and calling out your name. "Hello? Are you all right?" You snapped your head in his direction, turning a faint shade of pink. "You okay?"
"Y-yes, I'm all right."
"Well, you've been zoning out all throughout the lesson. It's already over. Everyone else has gone home. Is there something you want to talk about?"
Your hands clenched in your lap. "N-not that I can think of," you replied softly. Your gaze landed on his ring again, and he caught it, smiling more to himself than to you.
"I know what you're thinking, but no, this does not mean that I am married." His smile widened a touch. "This is--"
"The Ring of O," you answered, interrupting him. "I already know."
Mark seemed surprised. "Really? How...?"
"Professor McLoughlin told me. He has one too."
"Ah. Of course." He seemed vaguely disappointed. "Do you remember what I told you? To avoid him? You didn't listen to me, did you?"
Your belly began to crawl a little bit. "Sir, he hasn't done anything to me," you protested softly. Boy, was that a lie...
He seemed to see right through you. Hands on your shoulders, Mark pulled you a little closer, before into his hug altogether. You froze, stiff as a board, but he didn't seem to notice. "Listen to me," he whispered softly. "Something bad happened to the last... partner he had. I would hate to see it happen to you. Do you understand? Stay away from Seán McLoughlin."
