Bad Boy Valentine: The Hard and Dirty Holidays (7 page)

Chapter Four

Zoey Finnegan

I cleaned myself up, showered, and threw myself onto my bed. I lay under the lazy ceiling fan, naked and hot. Flashes of Professor Stevens played through my mind. I rubbed my wrists remembering the fabric from his tie binding me. The look in his eye as he told me he would “discipline” me. I let a hand trace down to my clit, still slightly buzzed from his earlier attentions.

I began to stroke myself, remembering the sounds of him pounding into me.

My doorbell rang.

I jumped up and pulled a robe out of the closet, throwing it on as I walked down the hallway of my spacious apartment.

I lived in one of the nicest places in town and was likely the only student in the high-priced complex. I had no money to speak of, but I certainly had friends, and one in particular.

I looked through the peephole and cursed under my breath.

“I know you’re in there, Zoey. Let me in.” I recognized Mrs. Stevens, Professor Stevens’ wife.

Shit.

I swung the door open. “Hi, Mrs. Stevens.”

Mrs. Stevens strolled in and dropped her bag, worth more than my car, on the sofa. She wore a tight sheath dress in emerald green. Her brown hair was long and flowing, and her olive skin set off her hazel eyes perfectly. She was thirty at most, Professor Steven’s younger bride. She looked like money. Perfectly curated money.

“Any news for me Zoey?” she asked as her eyes roved my body, as if she could see under my robe.

“Yes and no.”

She motioned to the sofa. I sat and she eased down next to me. She was so close I could smell her pricey perfume. Her luminous eyes were beautiful and catlike.

“Well, spill,” she said and patted my bare knee that showed through my robe. She left her hand there.

“I kept doing what you’d told me to. I was late, didn’t do my homework, all that. And then earlier today I was really late and didn’t wear any panties.”

She smiled. “That would certainly do the trick.”

“It did. But there was a problem.”

Her hand tightened on my knee. “And what was that?”

“He whipped me and fucked me just like you said. But he did it in the classroom, not his office. So it wasn’t recorded.” I hated to disappoint her, especially after she’d gotten me this nice apartment and promised me a new car if I got Professor Stevens out of her way.

“Fuck!” Her eyes flashed.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Stevens.”

She regained her composure. “Well, you certainly tried. And you can do it again, right?” She began rubbing circles on my thigh, making me hot all over again.

“I can. He actually made me a deal.”

“Did he now?” Her circles edged higher and higher. She reached over and pulled the sash loose so that my robe fell open. I let her. She licked her lips as her eyes strayed to my tits and then lower. “What were his terms?”

“He gave me fewer lashes if I gave him ownership of my pussy.”

Her gazed focused on my cleft, and she pushed my knees apart. “Did you take the deal?”

“Yes.”

“Now he owns it. So that means I have to have it.” She bent over and took my nipple into her mouth, making me squirm beneath her.

She stroked up my leg and ran her fingertips through the hair at my cleft before spreading my lips and sinking a finger inside.

“But-but- I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I’m afraid.”
I’m afraid of how much I liked it
.

She sank another finger inside me and bit my nipple lightly before raising her head up. “If you enjoy living in this apartment and you enjoy your fat bank account, you can.” She bent back down, sucking my other nipple, making the peak even stiffer against her soft tongue.

“I can,” I breathed.

“Good.” She withdrew her fingers and hiked up her skirt. Then she sank to the floor in front of me before spreading my knees wide and pulling my ass to the edge of the sofa. I could feel her breath against my opening. “You look so plump here. Almost bruised. Was he too rough with my baby girl?”

She kissed my inner thighs, once on each side before settling in at my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of her licking me, her tongue swirling expertly around my clit.

“He was rough with me.”
And I loved it.

“Mmm.” She kissed and sucked my tender flesh, bringing my nerve endings alive again with each movement of her mouth. She pushed against my legs harder, as if she wanted to lick all the way to the very center of me, tasting every ounce of skin I had down there.

She reached up with one hand and pinched my nipple before rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. I couldn’t help the cry that escaped my lips.

When her tongue snaked inside my pussy, my hips bucked against her mouth.

“That’s it,” she said before returning to my clit and driving two fingers inside me.

Her furious strokes were bringing me so close to the edge that I gripped the edges of my robe for dear life. I couldn’t stop my hips from rising in their own rhythm, begging for her hot mouth.

She increased her speed, making my clit tingle with the force of her tongue and the pressure of her lips. With one final jerk of my hips I gave in to the tension that bloomed between my legs. The jolting waves of pleasure rocked through my body and I screamed as I came. I felt myself pressing her fingers deeper into me, though the touch of her tongue was what set me on fire. Peal after peal of bliss erupted through me until I was spent. Mrs. Stevens gave me one more lick before wiping her mouth on the hem of my robe and standing.

“He may own it, but I’m the one who can please it.”

“Yes ma’am,” I panted. After Professor Stevens and Mrs. Stevens, I was utterly destroyed and wandering in a satisfied haze.

“Tomorrow. Get it done tomorrow. He’ll want you even worse now that he’s had a taste. In his office. Understand? That’s the only way I can get it on video and nail him.”

She grabbed her bag and pulled out a lipstick. She repainted her lips to perfection without the benefit of a mirror. When she was done she laughed and gave me another long look. “Wouldn’t give me half in the prenup, would he? He’ll give me three quarters now and a divorce so I can play all I want.”

Chapter Five

Professor Stevens

I hadn’t been able to think about anything except Ms. Finnegan. Her taste, her smell, her sounds, the beautiful slashes of pink across her sore bottom, the way she took every inch of her discipline.

Serena didn’t seem to notice. Odd, she came to bed the previous night in a particularly jovial mood. She hadn’t snarked about my daydreaming, though, come to think of it, she had seemed more than a little preoccupied lately. I didn’t mind. It gave me more time to plan out how I would own Ms. Finnegan.

When I arrived at the university the next morning, I left a note in Ms. Finnegan’s student box to come see me in my office at noon. I went through the motions in my morning classes. I seemed to hand out fewer punishments. I supposed I was saving them all up for Ms. Finnegan.

By the time lunch arrived, my cock was already hard and eager. I forced myself to sit at my desk and wait patiently for her to come by. After all, I required discipline of everyone, including myself. I loosened my tie, pulled it off, and laid it across my desk.

At five past noon, there was a small knock on my door. I knew it was her from the tentative sound.

“Come in.”

She entered and closed the door behind her. Today she wore a button up top and a longer skirt. I smirked. None of that would stop me. Her big green eyes watched me, trepidation in them. Her anxiety was an aphrodisiac, hardening my length even more.

“Lock it.”

She obeyed quickly this time.

“Come sit in my lap.”

She walked the few steps around my desk and perched hesitantly on the side of my chair. I gripped her waist and pulled so that she was sitting directly on my cock. I groaned as she settled onto it, her long legs hanging off the side of my chair.

I gripped her chin and guided it to me. I hadn’t tasted her lips yet. I brushed a light kiss across them before pressing harder into her, forcing her to open her mouth so I could sink my tongue inside. She warmed to my caresses and leaned into me slightly. I slid a hand under her skirt, smoothing up her thigh until I reached fabric. I broke our kiss and laughed.

“Did you think panties would stop me from fucking you?”

She looked down, heat in her cheeks. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t know
what
?”

“I don’t know, professor.”

“That’s one lash. I warned you last time.”

She bit her lip.

I pushed her thighs open with my hand and ran my fingertips over her panties. The fabric was deliciously wet.

“You’re already gushing for me, Ms. Finnegan.”

She tried to close her thighs but I wouldn’t let her. I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric and massaged her slick folds.

“Unbutton your shirt. I want to taste your tits.”

She didn’t move.

“That’s seven lashes.”

Her eyebrows went up and her fingers began to work at her buttons. “Seven?”

I pushed my index finger into her slick pussy.
Fuck
. “One for each minute you were late, one for addressing me incorrectly, and one for disobeying. That makes seven.”

She pouted. I leaned forward and took her lower lip in my mouth, sucking and biting on it as she continued unbuttoning her shirt.

“Take it off.”

She did as I told her, revealing a white lace bra underneath. Her nipples were already hard, trapped in the delicate design of the fabric.

“Off,” I said roughly and moved my slippery fingers up to her clit.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall. I dropped my mouth to her nearest nipple, sucking it in as my other hand reached around to knead her breast. I wanted to spring my cock free and sit her wet pussy right on top of it, but I couldn’t. She needed discipline first.

I sucked at her nipple and stroked her clit until she was moaning too loudly. I reluctantly released her and stood her up.

“Strip. I want to see all of you.”

She followed my order, dropping her skirt to the floor before shucking off her panties. When she stood back up I sucked in a breath. She was perfect. The only thing her pale skin needed was the pink of the lash. I would give it to her.

“Hands on the desk, Ms. Finnegan.”

She obeyed, though she stayed slightly upright. I slipped off my belt before walking to her and pushing her lower back down, which shoved her plump ass even further out. “Like this.”

“Yes, professor.”

“Good girl. Not a sound, remember?”

“Yes, professor.”

I turned on some music, classical sounds to at least try and drown out the sound of my belt on her skin. Pity, it was a gorgeous sound.

I gave her the first strike, letting the belt graze off her glistening pussy. She arched her back even more, putting her pinkness out for me to enjoy.

“That’s it.” I gave her another, higher this time, teasing her.

She raised up on her toes. I quickly gave her another, hitting the sweet spot so that she moaned. Too loud. I dropped the belt on the desk and picked up my tie.

“Open your mouth, Ms. Finnegan.”

She looked up at me and did as she was told.

“It pleases me when you obey,” I said and rolled the tie in my hand before stuffing it into her mouth.

I reclaimed the belt and aimed a shot right at her folds. Her knees weakened a bit and she dropped her head. The tie muffled her cry, but I heard it enough to have to let my cock out to play. Just the feeling of my shorts rubbing against it would make me come now. She’d gotten me that riled up, that desperate to punish her.

“Three more, Ms. Finnegan. I can hit you higher or I can hit your pussy. If you want me to get your pussy, you’ll have to spread your legs more for me. I’ll let you choose as a reward for being so good so far.” I brought the belt up to my face and licked where it had touched her.

She eased her legs apart further.

Fuck
. I wanted to come on her ass, her pussy. She was
mine
. I hit her again, the hardest one yet across her pussy. The pink on her skin was perfect. She trembled and cried into my tie.

“Two more.” I rubbed her ass, needing to feel her before giving her the final lashes.

She spread her legs even further, giving me more access. I slapped the leather against her, ghosting along her pussy lips. Then, I gave her the final lash, her muffled cry making precum leak from my cock. I hated to let it go to waste. It should have been either in her or on her.

I pulled the tie from her mouth. “Turn around and sit on the desk.”

Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed. I lifted one of her legs and positioned it on the visitor chair before dropping to my knees. Her blonde curls were on full display, now damp from her wetness.

Her smell drove me mad. I went for her clit, pulling it into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. She moaned and ground her pussy against my face. I answered by sucking on her hard, giving her clit no reprieve from the heat and pressure of my tongue. I slipped two fingers inside her and she jerked. I could tell she was already close to coming, but I wouldn’t let her. Not yet. Not until I was buried deep in what I owned. I pulled my mouth off her, though it took more than a little effort.

I stood again and palmed my cock. It was over-sensitive with need. She gasped when she saw it, her mouth making a red ‘O’ that should have been fastened around my shaft.

I leaned in and bit her nipple and she let her head loll back. I knew she was enjoying it. I knew from the moment she spread for me, from the moment I tasted her wet pussy. She knew she needed my brand of discipline.

Her tits were like candy in my mouth. I pushed my head against her slick heat until I couldn’t deny it any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance and groaned as I sank inch by inch into her hot pussy. She didn’t fight me even as I took her free leg and spread it out to the side. I should have bound her hands, but instead I brought them up and pressed them into my shoulders. I started a steady pace and she dug her nails in with each stroke.

She was wide open, her ass perched on top of the desk. I relinquished her nipple and feasted on her neck as I fucked her harder and harder. My strokes made the desk creak with each impact.

She clenched my cock, drawing it even further in each time I pistoned into her. I reached up and yanked her hair so her neck and tits were even more exposed. I slid my tongue down her chest, never stopping my punishing rhythm, and ended at her right breast. I took as much of it in my mouth as I could, the hard nipple grazing my tongue. Her pussy tightened even more, squeezing drops of cum into her. I would spend like this if I didn’t slow down.

I had more plans for her, ones I’d only teased at until now. I may own her pussy, but I wanted to borrow every other part of her. I took her neck in my large hand and squeezed. I gave her nipple one more hard bite, making her buck, before letting it go. I scooted her off the desk, my hand still at her throat, and turned her around. I pushed her down hard and wrenched her hands up behind her back. I looped my tie around her neck and put both ends in my left hand. I yanked, choking her a little and making her raise up off the desk, her hard nipples grazing the papers spread out there.

Keeping the tie in one hand, I knelt and licked her pussy, drawing the cream and my precum up to her asshole. I darted my tongue inside the tight hole, penetrating her lightly before I forced the rest of it inside her, wetting her. I stood and leaned over her, giving her a little slack so she could breathe fully again.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Ms. Finnegan.”

She moaned and turned her head to look at me. I pulled on the tie again and sank a finger into her ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you here.” My finger stretched her, moved in and out, and around. I sank in another. I pulled harder. “Tell me, Ms. Finnegan.
Beg
me to fuck you here.”

I removed my fingers and nudged my head into her wet asshole. When she didn’t answer me, I spanked her, four hard hits, two on each check. My handprints would be there for a while. I smiled.

“Please, please fuck me in my ass, professor,” she said on a breath.

I let the tie loosen a bit and pushed into her. She sucked me in, constricting my cock and taking every inch I had. “That’s it, Ms. Finnegan.”

I pulled on the tie until she raised up, now standing in front of me up against the desk. I looped the tie in a quick knot around her throat, keeping her slightly constricted. Then I reached around and palmed both her tits as I started fucking her ass. I moved slowly at first so she could adjust. I thumbed her nipples as I increased my force, my cock demanding I go faster.

Soon, I was slapping into her. She braced herself against the desk with her hands as I held onto her tits and leveraged my cock as deep as I could go into her slick, tight ass.

“Finger yourself. I want you to come when I shoot my load in your ass.”

She took one hand from the desk and reached down to her pussy. I put my hand on top of hers so I could feel what she was doing to herself. She delved down to her hole, bringing up her own cream to rub around the hard nub. She swirled and rubbed it, making herself rock back into me harder and harder with her own rhythm. I let her continue to stroke her clit as I dove two fingers into her slick pussy. The pressure increased on my cock, already in a tight squeeze.

“I’m going to come, Ms. Finnegan. Come with me.”

“Yes, professor,” she breathed.

I fucked her roughly, my balls slapping into her ass with each strong plunge. She tightened around my cock and my fingers until it was almost painful. Then she started to cry out. I took my fingers from her pussy and shoved them into her mouth to silence her. She sucked and licked her own cream as she came. My balls pulled up tight against me as my first hot spurts of cum shot into her ass. I pushed in as deeply as I could go, wanting to get my seed in every nook and cranny of her succulent body. I gritted my teeth as the release shot out of me, thick ropes no doubt filling her ass and making it weep. With one final thrust, I was finished.

I pulled out, letting my cum hit the floor. It dribbled from her ass, leaking down to her pussy and her thighs. I embedded the image in my mind to take out and look at again later when I needed to stroke off to thoughts of her.