Chapter Five
LUCY
“Shit,” I gasp as the sheer fabric of my underwear tears. “Oh well.”
I swear, I hear Professor Kane laugh as I try to kick off the torn purple panties, only to get them stuck on one of my boots. Her voice is so thick with desire that the idea of some light humiliation, if it pleases her, only makes me wetter.
“Elbows on the desk. Ass up, Lucy.”
“Yes, Professor.” I bend over, chest against the cool wood of the desk, hips raised high.
I don’t try to hide anything from her. She can see and have all of me, my pussy and ass.
It’s hers. I can still taste her cunt on my lips, feel the heat of her against my cheek, the way her folds parted for me as I pushed my nose deep into her lap, and I would do any embarrassing thing she asked to keep her close.
Professor Kane tried to hold me back.
I’m not sure why, when I’m begging for it all and more.
“You will tell me if it’s too much, Lucy,” she says.
I nod, eyes glazed and body eager, as I mumble, “Uh huh.”
“Speak up and look at me when I ask you a question,” she growls, cracking the broken pointer against her palm.
My pussy spasms at the command, and I twist, keeping my ass up and on display as I lock onto her gaze.
Professor Kane is hidden mostly in shadow, with only the silver light of the moon to illuminate her silhouette.
Her frame is broader than I remember it being when I first entered, taller and curvier too, like her whole body has swelled in size.
Her hair is nearly free of her tight ponytail, curling around her face in chaotic abandon.
Cool light bounces off her eyes so they appear a glowing red; I could so easily lose myself in the intensity.
“I will tell you if it’s too much,” I sputter out. “I promise.”
“Good girl,” she smiles and my knees suddenly go weak. I can’t hold myself up.
Her arm shoots out, cupping my pussy, she lifts the weight of my large ass and thighs with one hand to set me back on my feet.
“Oh fucking Christ, you’re strong.” I nearly come on the spot, feeling her fingers, thicker than I remember, brush over my bare, sensitive folds.
But then, her hand is gone, and I’m left shaking as the first firm whack of the pointer strikes my ass. It sounds harsher than it feels, leaving my skin hot and tingling, but with little pain. Another whack, and my flesh hums. Another, and my hips jump to meet the stick.
“You’re so eager to please,” she says, curiosity lifting the deep huskiness of her voice. “Does pleasing me turn you on, Lucy? You are so very good at it. Tell me truthfully.”
Another whack, and I scream, “Yes, yes! I’ve never been wetter than when I’m around you. That’s why I could never sit still in your class.”
“Fuck, Lucy, ” she moans as she strikes again, my skin burning hot.
“I almost came watching you teach once,” I tell her.
Each confession ratchets up my pleasure, as if the more I expose myself to her and the more she accepts it, the more physically and emotionally closer I get to orgasming.
“You called out a student for cheating or something, and you were angry and beautiful… He was so scared…”
Another whack, and my ass jumps.
“I squeezed my thighs tight and held my purse in my lap, hiding my hand as I pressed the heel of my palm against my cunt. Everyone was focused on you. I couldn’t look away either; you looked like you were going to tear him apart.
I almost got there… I was so, so close, but then the class ended, and I had to finish myself off in the faculty bathroom. ”
“And you liked me terrifying him? You liked me being scary and aggressive and loud?” she asks, her voice suddenly cautious, and I don’t quite understand the question. How could I not be attracted to her when she can command the emotions of an entire room with only her voice?
“Yes. I love it all,” I gasp.
It is suddenly loud behind me. There is a growl and a hiss, metal squeaking over wood as desks shift and chairs rattle, but Professor Kane hasn’t told me to turn around, so I stay in position. The stick clatters to the floor once more, and then silence.
Something hot and wet—saliva?—drips onto my ass and slides down over my asshole. I want her to touch me there too, and I arch my back and shove my ass out, searching for her hand or thigh or any part of her she wants to touch me with.
“Please,” I beg, “it’s all yours. I’m all yours.”
“I know, Lucy. That’s the problem.” Her voice is so husky, it seems to vibrate over my skin.
It awakens any sleepy nerve ending that hadn't already been thoroughly aroused by the caning until my whole body is just a sensitive bundle of nerves so desperate to be allowed to get off, I think I might scream.
Professor Kane’s surprisingly wide hand palms my pussy once more, and I cry out in relief. She called me a problem, but I can’t think about it now.
“There you go, my angel, my pet. This is what you wanted and what you took the cane for,” her voice, smokey with desire, rumbles as her fingers slide between my slick folds.
“Yes, yes.”
Her skin is thicker than I would’ve guessed, almost like leather, and she has soft, downy hair on her arms, tickling the inside of my thighs.
Her nails are so long, the tips tug on the curls of my pubic hair.
She is careful with them, curving her fingers so as not to cut me.
The danger of it brings me closer to the brink.
I groan as she works the length of her fingers back and forth. My hips buck, and I lay all my weight on the heavy wooden desk, having to hold onto the far edge to stabilize myself.
“That’s it, Lucy. You take what I give you, and you say thank you for it.” Her sultry voice is interrupted with heavy breathing.
“Thank you, Professor,” I whimper and mean it.
Every late-night fantasy, every time I rode the bus after class with panties stuck to my core, every time I had to find a public bathroom to get myself off because I couldn’t make it home—none of it compares to reality.
“Thank you,” I gasp as I feel her straddle one of my legs, kicking my feet apart before she presses her crotch against my ass. She works my cunt with her fingers as she grinds herself into my hips.
Harder, faster, she thrusts with her hand and hips, using my body to get off as she pushes her cunt against me..
“Oh God, thank you,” I groan, my body writhing under the onslaught of Professor Kane’s ministrations until I’m so close to coming, I’m clawing at the wood desk.
Suddenly, something sharp slides over my swollen folds, and my hips jump.
“Ouch!” I hiss and then let out a short laugh. “I think you got me with your nail.”
“I hurt you?” Professor Kane sounds worried.
“It’s just a nick,” I tell her.
“No, there’s blood,” she bellows, her voice suddenly sounding distraught and far away. “Lucy, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I promise.” Lifting my hips to her, I frantically add, “We don’t need to stop.”
Silence fills the room.
I lie over the desk, ass up, panting as my clit aches, so close to orgasm only to be suddenly interrupted. I’m wet and swollen, but her hand is no longer there; her strong, delicate fingers no longer tease me closer and closer to the edge.
“Professor?” I moan, pushing my hips back as I search for contact. “Please,” I whimper.
“This…this was a bad idea,” Professor Kane’s voice growls, and I feel my pussy clench at her roughness. “You should leave, Lucy.”
“No,” I hiss. This was everything I wanted and more, and now, she’s just stopping? I don’t understand. I came to her. I begged her.
“Yes.” Professor Kane’s voice is just as loud as before, but there is a distance now, and I no longer feel the heat of her on my ass. “This is serious, Lucy. This isn’t fair to you. You don’t know what you walked into.”
“I do. I know exactly what I signed up for.”
Pushing myself up from the desk, I hold on to the edge as my legs wobble.
I don’t see her immediately, and when I do, she is nothing more than a black shadow in the dark corner of the room, her body moving erratically. “Professor Kane? Are you okay?”
“Lucy! I’m fine, but you don’t know what I am, what I’ll become.”
“But I—”
“Go,” she barks. “Now!”
I don’t want to go. I’d give anything to stay, but she asked me to leave, and I want to do what she asks. My feet move up the stairs, seemingly without my control, as I race to grab my bag and climb to the exit.
“Professor, I understand you. I really do. I don’t need to leave. Let me explain.”
“You don’t, Lucy, you can’t. This isn’t fair to you. Just leave, now!”
I race out of the dark lecture hall, down the hall, and up the stairs, then down the second set of stairs.
Growls and hisses echo in the tiled hallway behind me.
I want to go back to check on her. I know what she is—I know who she is.
I was hoping my final paper might give her a hint.
I should’ve told her, but when I stumbled into her lecture hall, I could barely form a coherent sentence, let alone let her know I know her secret.
As the glass double doors come into view, a long, booming howl fills the empty building, and a security guard walking down the small pathway stills at the noise.
He’s going to lock up the building.
I should leave. Now!
I don’t think—I just jump to hide behind a thick pillar and watch as the guard half-heartedly scans the hallway with his flashlight before nervously locking up the building and walking away.
I’m not leaving Professor Kane. I don’t care what she said. I know what I signed up for, and I want to make sure she knows so this night isn’t my only night with her.
It can’t be the last time I see her…or touch her…or kiss her…
As the security guard grows small in the distance, I step out from my hiding spot, only to be hit with hot air on my neck and the sound of heavy breathing behind me.
Slowly, I turn towards the noise and heat, only to find myself in the shadow of a werewolf.
Over six feet tall and standing on her hind legs, she has the ears, fangs, claws, and tail of a wolf, the muzzle and sharply angled face too, but her body is curved, standing upright like a human woman, naked except for thick, golden blonde fur covering her skin.
Small strips of tan and brown tweed are stuck to her claws, a length of chain locked around her wrist, broken links hanging off.
“Professor Kane?” I ask. “I was coming back for you. I already knew…”
“You need to run,” she growls. “Now.”