Chapter 12 - Jackson
My hands shake as I fumble with the button of my jeans.
They’re fucking useless as nerves wrack my body, but it’s not out of fear.
Maybe it should be. I certainly was afraid when he was listing off all the possible ways he could have offed Dylan Ross.
But then I realized he was fucking with me. Or, I hope he was, anyway.
While I have my doubts that the email was actually from Dylan, I’m hoping that, at the very least, that means he’s not dead. That Professor Kendall didn’t really kill him.
But something happened between them, that much is obvious. Maybe that makes me stupid for wanting this so badly.
Because, no, it’s not fear I feel now. It’s something I’ve never felt before.
A bone-deep, profound, and heated want.
Professor Kendall’s—Isaac’s? Sir’s?—hands come around my waist and push mine away so he can take over because I’m getting nowhere.
As he lowers my zipper, his warm breath at my ear makes me shiver. “Nervous?”
“I’ve never done this before,” I answer honestly, even my voice trembling.
“What?” I can hear the grin in his voice. “Been spanked?”
“Sure,” I mutter with a weak roll of my eyes.
I don’t believe for a second that’s all he has planned.
At least…I hope not.
He chuckles before placing a soft kiss behind my ear. “Use the word red if you want me to stop, sweetheart.”
I swear if his arms weren’t around me, I’d melt into a puddle on the floor.
If there was any doubt before that I’m actually bisexual, it’s certainly vanished now.
That awareness only adds to how fucking turned on I am.
I won’t pretend that I haven’t had fantasies about my professor’s hands on me, his lips on mine, the feel of his short beard against my face. I have. More than I care to admit.
Now that I’ve had it?
There’s no way I’m backing out, even if I am a bit surprised to learn that he’s dominant. Only slightly surprised though. He’s always had this commanding presence about him, and it’s part of the reason I found myself attracted to him in the first place.
He tugs my pants and underwear down past my ass, and my hard cock springs free. I peer down to see that I’m leaking like crazy, my head red and shiny with precum, a pearly bead of it dripping from my slit.
“Bend over.”
I nearly forget before I quickly check myself. “Yes, Sir.”
The moment I’m bent over with my palms flat on his desk, he grabs one of my ass cheeks in his hand and kneads it roughly. “You have such a gorgeous ass.”
My breathing picks up, my mind going a little hazy. When his nails sink into the flesh, I let out a surprised cry. I know what I did wrong without him having to use the words to explain it.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Such a good boy. You learn so quickly. And this ass is going to be even more gorgeous after I redden it up.”
My responding whimper gets cut off with the first smack of his hand against the cheek he was just grabbing.
I pitch forward onto my forearms as a sob gets caught in my throat.
He didn’t start out easy. My ass already stings like hell, but he doesn’t give me half a chance to recover before he hits the same spot again, even harder this time.
Then he’s lighting me on fire with two quick slaps to my other cheek.
It’s hard and brutal, the way he shows my ass absolutely no mercy as he alternates his hits. The only sounds in the room become the striking of skin on skin, his increasingly heavy breathing, and whatever the fuck my litany of embarrassing noises could be called.
By the time I’ve lost count of how many times his hand has connected with my ass, there’s a moment when the word red is on the tip of my tongue.
I bite my lip to keep it at bay. Not because I’m worried about disappointing him, but because I think I would end up being the one disappointed if this stopped.
Even through the intense pain and the fiery heat spreading across my ass and upper thighs, there’s an even hotter sensation swirling around in my gut, flames licking at the base of my spine.
It’s only when the blows start to slow that I realize just what an absolute mess he’s turned me into. Hot tears run down my cheeks, and I can’t even identify the kind of sounds coming out of me.
I never thought anyone could turn me into a whimpering, blubbering mess like this.
And that I’d fucking love it.
“Do you think you’ve had enough, Mr. Ellis?” he asks, his soothing voice and the soft touch of his hand against my abused ass jarring after the pain he just inflicted.
I don’t forget how I’m supposed to answer him, but, fuck, I can’t trust myself to speak.
When all I can manage is a nod of my head, his nails once more dig into my ass. It feels as though they’re stabbing into me, drawing blood.
“Yes.” I swear the sob I make comes out of every pore in my body. “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you sure? It seems like you might need to be punished more if you still can’t remember how to answer my questions.”
“No.” I shake my head, though it feels like a hundred pounds swinging on my neck. “No, Sir. Please. Fuck. Please, I just wanna come.”
And I do. I really fucking want to. My dick hangs heavy between my legs, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve leaked a puddle of precum onto the floor of his office while he went to town on my ass.
“Do you think you’ve earned that?” He doesn’t give me the opportunity to answer before he’s shoving two fingers into my mouth. “I’d suck those so they’re nice and wet. I don’t have any lube.”
Oh, fuck.
My cock jerks with excitement while nerves coil tight in my chest.
But I do exactly as he said, sucking on his fingers eagerly while one finger of his other hand dips into the crease of my ass. A full-body shiver races through me when it circles around my rim.
I’ve played with my ass before, but having someone else touch me there is such a foreign feeling. A good one. I moan around his fingers while I suck them eagerly.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Jackson,” he says, his breathless voice sending a bolt of pride through me knowing that I’m affecting him at least almost as much as he is me.
“So desperate. So hard and leaking all over my floor from my hand making your ass red. So needy for something to fill you up.”
With his fingers still in my mouth, all I can do this time really is to nod. He’s not wrong about a damn thing.
As he removes his fingers, he shifts to stand more beside me, replacing his dry finger with his wet ones. As they circle my hole, gently pushing against it, I shove my ass back, desperate, silently begging. He doesn’t give it to me, varying the pressure, teasing me.
“Please,” I sob, realizing it’s the only thing that’s going to give me what I want. “Please, Sir. I need it.”
“Good boy.”
He pushes one finger inside me, and I swear the sensation of being filled alone is enough to have me dangerously close to an edge that I have a feeling I need permission to fall over.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as I push back to take more of him.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says as his second finger starts teasing against my rim too. “You feel so fucking good. Take what you need.”
I whimper as I dig my fingers into the wood of his desk in an effort to keep my hands where they are. “Will you touch me, please?”
“I am touching you.”
Again, I can hear the amusement in my sadistic teacher’s voice.
With another shameful sob, I shake my head. “Will you please touch my cock, Sir?”
He hums, the sound a deep rumble. “I suppose you do deserve a reward for being such a good boy and asking for what you want.”
I nod as though that will convince him. Except all he does is torture me more when he lightly trails the tip of his finger from my balls up my shaft.
I drop my head and let out a whine of frustration.
It must sound just pathetic enough that he feels sorry for me because he finally wraps his hand around my cock at the same moment he stretches me open with a second finger.
My lips part in a silent cry of pleasure.
Leaning over until his mouth is at my ear, he slowly starts to stroke me. Too fucking slowly. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
I moan at the feel of his hand around me, his fingers fucking my ass, his panting warm breaths kissing the side of my face. I feel as though I’m about to burst into flames. “I…I can’t. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You will.”
My hips move all on their own, fucking myself back on his fingers before thrusting into his hand, the pressure building in my balls. “Sir, please!”
“No.”
Fuck, this is worse than the spanking.
The heat intensifies. The tension. Tears leak from my eyes again when I realize I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Please, Sir,” I sob. “I don’t want to be bad.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his voice going soft. “I won’t let you be bad.” He places a tender kiss behind my ear again as his strokes turn a little faster. “Come for me.”
He takes the lobe of my ear between his teeth and bites. Between that and his command, I’m utterly powerless but to obey, white-hot pleasure rushing down my spine as my release shoots out of me and all over the side of his desk. He strokes me through it, and it goes on and on and on.
“Fuck,” he groans, his words buzzing in my ears as though I’m underwater. “Your ass feels so good clenching around my fingers. I wish it was my cock.”
My mind is all pleasure drunk as a shiver races through me. I think I wish it was too.
“Come on,” he says as he gently slips his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling strangely hollow. “On your knees before you collapse.”
I let him help me rise off the desk before I basically do collapse even with him guiding me to the floor. My breaths still come hot and heavy as I blink up at him, my soft cock still out and resting against my thigh as I sit back on my heels.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jackson. You were so good for me.”
Some strange noise born of pleasure and pride slips out. I realize I haven’t responded to him since I had the best damn orgasm of my life, but it seems like he’s willing to forgive me for that right now.
While one hand brushes some of the sweaty hair from my forehead, his other goes to the button of his slacks. I lean into his touch as my mouth waters at the thought of getting to taste him.
I’m so curious how he’ll taste.
When he pulls out his hard cock, I’m thinking maybe it’s a good thing he didn’t fuck me with it after all.
It’s not that he’s ridiculously huge, but he’s definitely larger than me with even thicker veins and a wider head.
And a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers or anything else I’ve put in my ass.
I’m pretty sure he’d split me open if he tried to shove that inside me without lube.
The sight of precum leaking from his tip has me leaning forward, desperate to lick it up. However, he stops me with a rough tug of my hair.
“Did I give you permission?” he growls down at me as he starts to stroke himself.
I frown and finally manage to speak, my words coming out as a dry croak. “No, Sir.”
“It’s not because you were bad,” he says, and I feel immediate relief at his words. “I’m already too fucking close. I’m going to paint your face and your cock with my cum, and then you’re going to thank me for it.”
“Yes, Sir,” I moan.
I’m somewhat disappointed that I won’t get the chance to feel the weight of him on my tongue, but…fuck. Getting to watch him might just be the next best thing.
I stare with rapt attention as he jerks himself a few times before hot cum splatters over my face.
My eyes close on instinct, but I quickly open them again because I don’t want to miss the sight of his orgasm.
He groans as he aims his cock down, more ropes of cum landing over my dick that gives a rousing twitch.
When he’s finished, I tear my gaze away from his release dripping down my cock to peer up at him and whisper a breathless, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Grazing a finger down my cheek, he drags some of his cum to my mouth. I willingly and eagerly part my lips to suck it off his finger. It’s a new taste, and one hit is enough to already have me addicted.
“Perfect,” he says again.
I always loved my professor’s praise in the classroom before I started acting out, but the praise he gives me when we’re alone in his office and I’m on my knees covered in his cum is transcendent.