On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories

A Slut For My Professor (4)

"Yes... but only once," I admit, looking away.

He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't hide from me, Kristen. I want you to feel everything. And I'll go slow. Just relax."

He kisses me softly, like we are lovers. The hunger from earlier is gone and this kiss is tender. I melt into it as his fingers trail along the curve of my bréast, tracing slowly. I shiver beneath his touch.

When his lips leave mine, he looks into my eyes. Not like he owns me but like he sees me.

His gaze softens and he starts playing with my nípples gently. His expression is almost amused as I squirm beneath him.

"Don't... don't look at me, please," I whisper, barely able to speak through the waves of pleasure.

"Why not?" he asks, raising a brow. His grin grows wider. Before I can answer, he pinches my nîpples hard, making me cry out.

"I don't know... it just feels wrong. Like I shouldn't let you see me like this."

He reaches behind my head and clicks on a small lamp, bathing the room in warm light.

"You're beautiful," he says quietly. "Why would you want to hide that?"

I bite my lip. "It's just... so naughty. I mean, the way you look at me, and the way I -"

"Exactly," he says calmly. "That's the whole point, Kristen. I want you to be naughty. For me."

He leans down and kisses my neck, trailing soft bites and licks down to my breàsts. When he takes my nîpple in his mouth, I arch toward him, moaning helplessly. He switches sides, biting just enough to make me gasp, then soothes it with his tongue.

Then he starts kissing his way down my body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. He pauses just above my pússy, looks up at me, and smirks.

"You smell like fresh rose petals... warm and sweet," he says. "And you're so wet. So fûcking wet for me."

"Yes, Cassian. I'm wet. I'm wet for you. Now, take me, Professor Ashbourne. Fûck me" I say.

My professor's lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile.

"You learn fast, Ms. Kristen. And trust me, I am going to take you." His tongue flicks against my clît without mercy, sending sharp, electric shocks through my body. I gasp and whimper, while my breath hitches as he keeps tormenting me.

I yank his head closer and he does not hesitate, as he slides a finger deep inside. My back arches, and my hips push into his face as I grip the sheets tight.

An orgasm builds fast but then, suddenly, he pulls back.

Just when I am about to come...why did you stop?

"Not so fast, Ms.-" He pauses.

"Professor," I blurt out, biting my lip, then immediately flush with embarrassment.

His hand shoots down hard on my ass, spanking me sharply. "Call me Cassian. Not professor."

I gasp from the sting and look up, eyes wide.

He smiles darkly. "You will get it right. Now, stand up."

Shaking a little, I obey. He pulls me into a brief kiss, then swats my ass again. "Turn around. Let me show you what a real good fûck feels like."

I glance down at him, as my heart pounds. His erect cóck is thick and glistening with slickness. I swallow hard.

"That... that will not fit," I whisper, scared.

Cassian's eyes soften. "It will. And I promise, I will make sure it does not hurt. Relax and enjoy it."

I trust him. Slowly, I turn around.

"Bend over, Kristen. Let me see that beautiful ass."

I hesitate, then bend forward as he instructs.

"One leg on the bed," he says.

I lift my left leg, placing it on the bed. He kisses my cheek and trails kisses down to my ass, hands roaming. His fingers find my wet cúnt, gently rubbing the folds.

"Relax," he murmurs.

I gasp as I feel the tip of his cóck press at my entrance. Slowly, he pushes his cóck inside.

It stings a little, but not much...he is right. I feel my walls stretch and open, filling up completely. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust. His hand rests on my back. I feel addicted already and I want him inside me all the time.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes... yes, I am fine. Just...fûck me," I beg, grinding against him, hopping he wouldn't notice it.

Smack!

His hand comes down hard on my ass. The sharp sting makes me jump.

"Don't move, slut. If you do that again, Daddy's gonna spank your ass." He warns.

A thrill shoots through me. Daddy? Fuck, yes! I love the sound of that.

I rock against him again, aching for some rough action.

Smack! Smack! His hand lands hard on my ass, again.

I gasp.

He slaps me again. This time, it's firmer. Encouraged, I move again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Do you like being spanked, Ms. Kristen?" he asks, voice low.

"Um... I-"

It feels embarrassing to say it out loud.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You will answer me." His voice is sharper as he spanks my ass harder. "Do you like it?"

"Yes. Yes, Cassian. I like it," I admit with a trembling voice

He keeps spanking me. It's slow and soft at first, then faster and harder. The feeling of pain and pleasure overwhelms me. I lose count after a dozen swats, only feeling the delicious sting and the heat rising inside me.

Then he stops, pulls me close, and spits on my ass, spreading the wetness to cool my skin. He bends down, kisses my back, and cups my breàsts, playing with my nipples between soft kisses

"Ready?" he asks quietly.

"Yes. Oh God, yes," I breathe.

He grabs a handful of my hair and thrusts deep inside me, pulling hard.

"Oh... Fuckkkkk," I moan, raw pleasure crashing through me. He is slow at first, steady. My hips follow every thrust. Soon, we find a rhythm.

Then he speeds up and each movement hits every nerve on fire. He pulls my hair with each plunge, taking control of my cúnt completely. I feel whole and helpless all at once.

His cóck slaps against me, slick and hot. I expect sèx to be good, but....fuckkkk! This is beyond good. This is pure, raw pleasure.

"Do not stop," I moan.

"Don't order me!" He growls.

"Faster," I beg him.

Surprisingly, he obeys. His hips slam harder, faster and I can smell the heat between us. The orgasm starts rising inside me again. He spanks me hard just as I start to lose control.

"Cûm now," he commands.

His voice, the sting, and everything pushes me over the edge. I explode around him, trembling, crying out. He pulls out, and I feel his hot cûm on my back. My knees buckle. I collapse onto the bed, face down. I'm weak and breathless.

Cassian grabs tissues and comes to clean me up.

"Can you just leave it there? I like how they feel," I whisper.

He smiles and settles beside me on the bed, pulling me close for a slow, passionate kiss. This time I am the one taking charge. I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch. He rolls, and I find myself lying on top of him. He pulls back. His eyes are dark with affection, while his hands trace my back.

"If you would let me clean you properly, this would not happen," he jokes, shaking his hand that still has some cûm on it.

I look at him like a mischievous schoolgirl and lick his fingers off.

His grin returns. "That is more like it, Good Girl. Do not be shy."

Then his smile softens, and his voice grows tender.

"You are beautiful, Kristen. As radiant as the morning sun, as lovely as the full moon. Thank you for choosing me as your guide."

His words melt me. This strange teacher-student thing...it is complicated. But somehow, I am ready to make it work.

"Thank you for being my guide," I whisper into his ear.

He kisses my forehead. "We should rest now. We will figure out what you like when you wake up." He says.

I smile as I snuggle against him and let sleep carry me away.

••••••

I stir awake, the room bathed in darkness, save for the soft glow of the moon slicing through the curtains. My head rises slowly, and I find myself still curled up against Professor Cassian's warm, solid chest. I don't even remember falling asleep, but the way my body molded into his, it must've been hours.

He's still asleep...peaceful, almost too beautiful in rest. His bare chest rises and falls like the steady rhythm of waves, strong and grounding. I can't help but take him in.

I stare at his sculpted arms, his calm breath, the way he smells like smoldered earth and heat. There's something primal about it, something that calls to me.

My fingers drift without permission, brushing across his abs, lower, until I find his cóck, soft but still impressive. I bite my bottom lip, the desire to please him overpowering everything else. Shame doesn't exist here, not with him.

I lower myself, my lips barely brushing the tip of his cóck as I whisper against him, "Good morning, Professor Cassian."