Bad Boy Valentine: The Hard and Dirty Holidays (6 page)

Chapter Two

Zoey Finnegan

“Not you, Ms. Finnegan,” Professor Stevens called. His voice was thick with tension. He was focused on me, his blue eyes forcing me back down into my seat.

I’d really pissed him off this time. He ran a hand through his dark hair. He needed a cut. He usually kept it just long enough to tickle the sides of his ears. Now it had gotten a bit shaggier. The locks curled around his shirt collar and fell into his face. It made him look younger, though he was only thirty-five, according to his faculty profile.

He was classically handsome. All the girls in the law school drooled over Professor Stevens, masturbating to him every night and making googoo eyes at him in class. His façade of cool impenetrability never faltered. He treated all students equally. Equally badly, anyway.

But the girls still talked and dreamed, even though Professor Stevens was married. Even though he was cold, untouchable. He followed every rule to the letter and dominated his classrooms with an iron fist. That’s what made my tardiness so much worse.

I looked at my watch. My next class started in fifteen minutes. I hoped he wouldn’t lecture me for too long. But gauging by the fire in his eyes, I assumed it was going to be quite a tongue-lashing.

When the final student cleared out, Professor Stevens bade me come closer and speak with him. I rose and made my way down the risers before walking to him and perching against the desk near the podium.

“I’m really sorry, professor. I just had a lot of other things to do so I—”

“You said it was car trouble, Ms. Finnegan.” His back was still to me.

Busted.
“I, it was, I just um …”

“It doesn’t matter now anyway. Lock the door.” His voice was a low growl.

“What?” A shiver went down my spine.

“Lock—the—door.” He turned to look at me and his eyes bored into mine.

I followed his command, not wanting to get into any more trouble. I clicked the deadbolt over.

“Come here.” His voice was a stark command.

Shit
. I was in big trouble. I returned to him. I glanced back over my shoulder at the locked door before looking at him. He hadn’t moved from the podium, his posture rigid. His broad back strained against the fabric of his dress shirt, all the muscles drawn tight.

I twiddled my long hair. “Professor, the next class starts in here in ten minutes, you know. Students will be trying to get in. Maybe we should walk over to your office or something?”

“No.” He took off his clark kent glasses and carefully set them on the podium.

He reached up and loosened his tie before unknotting it entirely. He opened his top two buttons so I could see the dark hair along his upper chest. “Professor Rains is sick. Her class is canceled. No one will be in here again until tomorrow.”

He whipped his tie from around his neck and wrapped it around one of his hands.

Fear rushed through me. “I-I- should go.”

“You aren’t going anywhere, Ms. Finnegan. Put your palms on the desk.”

“What?”

He looked up, irritation and some other emotion rolling off him in waves, his Adam’s apple protruding as he did so. I realized how large he was, maybe six foot five and fit, strong. He turned toward me. I let out a choked gasp when I saw his rigid length outlined against the front of his pants.

He sighed. “I’m not going to ask nicely again, Ms. Finnegan.”

I darted a glance to the door and took a step. That was as far as I got. His hands, large and hot, gripped my arms and wrenched them behind me. I cried out but he slapped a hand over my mouth. “If you scream, I’ll gag you. And then I’ll make this hurt. Understand?”

His grip on my arm and mouth tightened until I nodded.

He released my mouth and began working on my hands. I felt the smooth fabric of the tie against my wrists. I tried to yank my hands away and go for the door, but he was too strong. I had no chance.

He growled and slammed me chest-down onto the desk, sending a whoosh of air from my lungs. He snugged his hips up against my ass. His hard cock pressed into me. Only the fabric between us kept him from my pussy. His thick, stiff length made me shiver. He continued tying my hands.

“You can struggle if you want. It doesn’t matter. You aren’t going anywhere, not until you’ve been disciplined, Ms. Finnegan.” He bent over me, pressing me down into the unforgiving desk until his mouth was next to my ear. “Besides, I like it even more when you fight.”

I tried to buck my shoulder up to push him back, but it didn’t work. He laughed, a low, deep rumble that I felt against my back. I trembled at what that laugh meant. He leaned away from me again and finished his work at my wrists. When he was done, they were held fast. I wriggled them, but got nowhere. I was trussed up and bent over the desk, completely exposed and at his mercy.

His pressure was gone. He’d backed away from me. I turned my head to the side so I could see him, see how far away he was and if I could make it to the door.

He was only a few steps back, staring at me, a smirk on his face. Then he reached down and unbuckled his belt. The jangling sound spurred me into action. I tried to rise up and run, but with my hands tied behind my back, I was far too slow. Before I’d even begun, he had me slammed back down onto the desk.

“Try that again and I’ll fuck you in the ass right now. Is that what you want, Ms. Finnegan? It’s certainly what
I
want.”

I caught my breath and ignored the slight sting from my hard nipples being forced into the hard surface. I shook my head. “No.”

“No what?”

What did he want?
“Um, no, professor?”

“Much better.”

Chapter Three

Professor Stevens

I eased off her and finished removing my belt. I drew the smooth leather against my hands. This belt was brand new for the semester. It had Ms. Finnegan’s name branded into it along the inside by my leather guy. I had him make it once I’d realized Ms. Finnegan was in desperate need of correction from me.

The fresh leather would have quite a bite to it. Ms. Finnegan would take every single lash I gave her. I may even make her thank me. After all, she needed discipline. She was practically begging for it.

She looked back at me. I raised the belt so she could see it over her shoulder. A shiver ran through her body and her eyes opened wide. My cock jumped against my pants at her fear.

“That’s right, Ms. Finnegan. I’m going to discipline you. You’ve been late to my class how many times?”

She was breathing hard, already panting. She tried to answer but her words seemed to stick in her throat.

“How many times, Ms. Finnegan?”

“I don’t know, maybe three times?” Her voice shook.

I tsked at her. “Ten, Ms. Finnegan, including today. How many times would you say that you’ve been prepared for class?”

Her fingers clenched and her eyes roamed the room, no doubt looking for help that was nowhere to be found. When she discovered no reprieve lurking in the rows, her gaze returned to me. “Every time, professor.”

I reached down and pulled her skirt up, laying it against her back. Her ass was entirely fuckable. Round, full cheeks, a tight little flower of an asshole, and that sweet pink beneath. I forced myself to slow my pace. Discipline first. Always.

I put my hand on her lower back and pressed down. She needed to feel me over her, to know I was going to give her what she deserved. She would submit.

“Ms. Finnegan, out of sixteen classes, you’ve been prepared zero times. That’s ten tardies plus sixteen unprepared, equals twenty-six strokes with my belt.” I pressed down harder, enjoying the feel of her trembling beneath me.

She let out a small, strangled sound. I intended to lock that euphoria-inducing sound deep in my memory.

“How many times have you failed to turn in homework? Any idea?”

“I-I- don’t know.”

“I do. I’ve given only five homework assignments this semester. You’ve seen fit to do none of them. So now we’re up to thirty-one lashes. Plus another for lying to me about your car breaking down. But.” I moved my hand down and gripped her luscious ass. “I’ll make you a deal. Would you like to hear my terms?”

“Yes, professor.” Her quavering voice made me smile.

“I’ll reduce it to six lashes if you agree to let me have your pussy.”

Her shaking increased, making my cock leak into my pants.

“L-let you
have
it?”

“Yes, think of it in contract terms. I have offered consideration – fewer lashes – in exchange for ownership of your pussy. Of course, as with all items of commerce, your pussy will become my property and I can exercise dominion and control over it whenever I see fit. Or, you can get the thirty-two lashes and I will, no doubt, still fuck you before you leave this room.”

She bucked slightly. “You’ll never get away with this.”

I ran a finger down her cheeks until I came to her asshole. I stroked the tight, wrinkled skin and almost came from knowing how snug she was there. “I will. My family’s money built this law school. I’m a tenured professor. You’re just some piece of ass who never attends classes and, rumor has it – well, rumor will have it once I get it started, anyway – that you have a penchant for hard drugs and prostitution.”

She struggled. God, I loved it. Her ass wriggled against me and it was all I could do not to sink my finger inside her ass and my cock inside her pussy. But I was going to be fair and abide by my rules. Patience. After a few moments of thrashing that got her nowhere, she settled down.

“So what’s it going to be Ms. Finnegan? All the lashes? Or will you take the deal?”

She stilled beneath me, the fight gone once she realized nothing would keep me from her. She was mine. I would own her in one way or another. Now she knew it.

“The deal.” Her words were quiet.

I was high on power at her agreement. I gripped her ass with both hands, letting her feel the leather of the belt in my palm against her smooth skin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I took a step back from her and freed my cock. She swiveled her head to the side so she could see me again. Her red lips begged for my shaft, and she would have it. It may not have been part of the deal, but I was going to make her throw it in.

I stroked myself with one hand and readied the belt in the other. I had to go slowly. I wouldn’t risk letting my spend go anywhere but inside her delicious body. “Not a word, Ms. Finnegan. For every sound you make, I’ll add a lash. Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what, Ms. Finnegan?”

“Yes, professor.”

“Good. If I have to tell you again, it will add a lash.”

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“No, Ms. Finnegan. Eyes open, always. Always watch what I’m doing to you.”

She whimpered and obeyed, her green orbs surveying me as I loosened up my wrist. My cock surged in my palm as I stroked it, ready to enjoy its prize.
Not yet, not yet.
First, she had to be corrected. Then I could reward her.

I reared back and swung. The belt cracked across her with a satisfying slap. She jumped but remained silent. Her green eyes focused on me, fear and anger warring in her gaze. Fuck, it turned me on even more.

Slap.
I gave her the leather again. Her fingers gripped the smooth fabric of my tie. I continued to stroke myself at the sight of her, letting my pre-cum drip down onto the classroom floor.
Slap
. I put a little extra heat on the third one, hoping she’d cry out. She didn’t. She was tougher than she seemed.

Her ass was already turning the perfect shade of pink, my lashes branding her as mine. Another lash had her breathing out hard, but no true sound came from her lips. Those eyes watched me intently, even as I delivered the next to last strike.

“One more, Ms. Finnegan. Though, I admit, I want you to make a sound so I can add to your punishment. Your ass needs more strokes. Many, many more to get you in line.”

She tilted her chin up in defiance as I swung for the last time. Not a sound. Her silence, though I’d demanded it, was maddening. But I knew how to make her scream. I dropped the belt and got on my knees. Her ass was directly in front of my face, with her pink peeking out below. I was maddened by the sight of her plump pussy so close.

I gripped her thighs and spread them. She stiffened, but I didn’t stop. I walked her heels out so she was spread in front of me. Her pussy was glistening.

I ran a hand over my face. She was
so wet
.

“You enjoyed the lashes, didn’t you, you little slut?” I asked.

“No, professor.”

“You didn’t?” I darted my tongue along the folds of her pussy. They were coated with her own cream.

She shivered, her knees giving way and bumping into the back of the desk.

“You did, Ms. Finnegan. I should add another lash for the lie.” Instead, I buried my face in her ass, her pussy.

“Oh!” she cried as my tongue entered her pink folds. I didn’t give her a reprieve. I ran my tongue down to her clit, pushing past her delicious skin until I grazed the nub. She jumped beneath me as if electrified.

I put my palms on her ass and spread her cheeks wide before licking from her clit to her asshole. I laved the tight hole and slid a hand around to her wet pussy. I sank two fingers inside and groaned at the heat I found there. Her walls clamped down on my fingers, sucking them inside her. I worked them in and out while I let my tongue play and stroke.

I pressed my lips against her and sucked her tight asshole. She moaned, the sound low and sultry. My cock begged to be inside her pussy. I ignored it. I needed more from her first. I stood and wrenched her up from where she lay on the desk before turning her around. I forced her to her knees in front of me.

She looked up, her eyes pleading with me. It did no good. She was mine, all of her. Nothing she did or said would stop her punishment.

“Open,” I said and pushed my blood-darkened head against her red lips.

They remained tightly closed. I smiled down at her. I was hoping she’d resist. I grabbed the hair on either side of her head and squeezed. Her eyes narrowed as the pain grew. I kept pulling until her mouth opened, her wet tongue beckoning me inside.

“If I feel so much as a tooth, Ms. Finnegan, there will be many, many more lashes. And this time, I’ll be striking your pussy.”

She shuddered and I pushed into her hot mouth, sliding all the way to the back. She took me in and closed her eyes.

“No, Ms. Finnegan. Look at me when I fuck your mouth.”

Her eyelids jerked open as I forced myself further inside. She gagged a little but I ignored it and pushed into her throat. She took it so deep that my balls were on her chin.

“That’s it, Ms. Finnegan, swallow me.” I gazed down into her eyes and slid in and out of her, fucking her mouth, her tongue. Spit built up and ran down her chin and to the floor as I thrusted and withdrew, thrusted and withdrew. I groaned when I felt her tongue playing along the bottom of my shaft. She was trying to make me come, to make me stop.
Clever little bitch.
I wouldn’t grant her the cum she so desperately wanted.

I gripped her hair harder. “Only when I’m ready and only after I’ve fucked your sweet little pussy.”

She moaned, the sound sending a vibration along my shaft and into my balls. Her tight throat was already drinking down my pre-cum. I had to get inside her pussy before I would allow myself the release I’d been looking forward to all semester.

I withdrew from her mouth and yanked her up. I pulled down her top, looping the fabric under her large tits. She didn’t wear a bra. Her shoulders were pinned back because of her bound wrists. Her nipples jutted into the air, hard and puckered. I took one in my mouth and kneaded her other breast. I bit and teased at her nipple until I felt her rub her thighs together ever so slightly. She wanted to be fucked. I would reward her.

I turned her around so that she was lying face down on the desk again. She let out a high squeal as I eased my head into her. Her pussy was even tighter and wetter than her mouth. I realized she desperately wanted my cock.

I sank into her, giving her every aching inch. She kept making little grunts and squeaks as I settled inside her. Her noises spurred me on until I was pounding her, the slapping sound of me against her ass echoing around the lecture room. There was no controlling myself now.

Her pussy tightened, demanding I be as rough with her as I wanted. I owned her and had to leave my mark. I groaned at how good it felt to finally give her what she deserved. I bent over her, my chest to her back, and pulled her hair to bring her head off the desk. Then I wrapped one hand around her throat as I fucked her harder and harder. Her pussy was so wet my cock slid in and out easily.

I squeezed her throat, cutting off her air for a moment and letting her know I was in control. I felt her heartbeat in her neck. It pounded to the vicious rhythm of my hips. Her pussy grew still wetter, hotter.

I let go of her hair, keeping my hand at her neck, and slid my other hand down to her clit. I circled the hard nub before stroking and flicking it along with my pumps into her. She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating against my fingers pressed tightly against her skin. I took the wetness from her pussy and brought my hand to her ass. I coated her asshole with her own sweet cream and pushed a knuckle inside. I pushed further inside her as I felt her slippery walls tightening around my cock. I began to twist my knuckle, running it along all the sensitive skin around her asshole as she writhed beneath me, pushing back into my strokes and driving me more deeply inside her.

“Ready for your discipline, Ms. Finnegan? Ready to take it all?”

When she didn’t answer, I plunged into her even more viciously.

“Yes, professor.” Her voice barely made it past my fingers.

“Good, Ms. Finnegan.”

I removed my hand from her ass and went back to her clit, stroking it furiously as I fucked her. She seized beneath me and arched her back as her pussy sucked my cock in farther. I took my hand from her throat and clamped it over her mouth to cover her screams as she came. She cried against the palm of my hand as her pussy constricted me tighter and tighter until it squeezed out my release. My cock kicked inside her, spurting hot jets of cum and coating her sweet pussy with my seed. She took every drop I had to offer, her walls still milking me as she cried into my palm.

It was all I could do not to yell at the feeling of finally disciplining Ms. Finnegan.