Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“To my office.”
“But why? Isn’t it bad to be seen together there?”
“No one is going to see us. It’s the middle of the night. The building will be empty except for possibly some grad students in the lab, but they don’t care what the fuck we’re doing as long as it doesn’t affect their experiments.”
“Did you leave something here?”
“No.”
“Then what—”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
He frowned but didn’t protest anymore. I parked as close to the building as I could, and we hurried inside, quickly taking the stairs to my office. Alex left the door open out of habit.
“Close it and turn the lock.”
“But I thought…”
“Do what I said.”
He sucked in his breath. I knew how much he liked it when I was harsh and commanding.
He locked the door and turned to me. I stepped closer, trapping him between my arms as I braced myself on the door.
“I need to punish you for going through with this plan. You could have died tonight. When Ivanov put the gun to your head, I thought everything was over. I would never have forgiven myself if he’d hurt you or… worse.”
“I’m sorry. I just thought it was the best way to end things, and now he’s still out there, still going to be fucking with us.”
“That is not your fault. We’re going to find him, but right now. I’m going to do what I wanted to do the first time you stepped into this office. You disobeyed me then, and now you’ve done it again.”
Alex nodded. “I’ve been bad, Professor.”
“Yes you have. Come bend over the desk.”
Alex’s eyes widened as my hands went to my belt, unbuckled it, and yanked it through the belt loops, letting it snap in the air the way I had the first time we’d been together.
“You… You’re going to use that on me?”
“I am. Now, bend over the desk, Alexander.”
“You really fantasized about this the first time I came to your office?”
“I never had a student need a spanking as badly as you did.”
“I…”
“Alexander, are you disobeying me?”
“No, Professor.” He did as I’d asked, stretching his hands out in front of him across the desk.
“You might want to hold on to the other side. This isn’t going to be easy for you.”
“I’m not sure…”
“Trust me.”
He exhaled and sank against the desk. “I do.”
“I’ll warm you up with my hand, then you’ll find out what this belt feels like.”
“Um…”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it since that first night.”
“Okay. Maybe a little.”
“Are you ready for your punishment, Alexander?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“What have you done wrong?”
“I put myself in danger.”
“That’s right. Are you going to do that again?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Not unless I have to.”
“That’s not going to happen.” I reached under him to undo his pants and shove them down his legs.
When I exposed his gorgeous ass and muscular thighs, part of me wanted to fall to my knees and eat his ass until he came all over my desk, but that would have to wait. I needed to see if he enjoyed my belt as much as I thought he would.
I brought my hand down on his ass, and he yelped.
“That hurts!”
“Yes,” I said and did it again.
He was fighting it, holding his whole body tense. I’d work that out of him. I spanked him over and over, alternating sides. When I stopped, he was breathing hard. I reached under him and stroked his cock. He was as hard as I expected him to be. “Don’t you dare come.”
“You think I could… from this?”
“Are you telling me you wouldn’t, that I couldn’t make you?”
“I don’t know.”
“If you’re good and take your punishment, I’ll get you off one way or another.”
“Yes, Professor.”
I picked up my belt and snapped it in the air again. He gasped and instinctively tried to pull away.
“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay right here and find out what this feels like on your ass.”
I brought the belt down. Crack.
Alex whimpered. “Please.” I didn’t stop to find out if he was asking for more or telling me to stop. I slapped the belt across his other cheek, and he cried out. “Too much.”
“Relax and breathe. The more relaxed you are, the less it will hurt.”
I brought the belt down again. Alex gasped, but he stayed in place.
“That’s better.”
“How much more?” His voice shook.
“Until I’m done.” I switched to my hand again, slapping his ass lightly several times. He began to shift his hips, working himself against the edge of the desk.
“Remember not to come,” I warned.
“Why does it almost feel good? Why does it make me feel so needy?”
“Because you like pain, and you like doing what I say and being my obedient boy.” I struck him with a belt again, and he whined, but he arched his back as if asking for more.