Office Hours (Closed thread)

[Bevatoria]

"The... Conflict. Needs to exist." Adam could her that her voice was a bit unsteady as she spoke; struggling with the device throbbing inside of her. "People have opposing thoughts continuously. Always have w-ways of engaging the other side. Two parties need to exist. Even if they can't seem to get along." A visible gulp as she looked down at Adam. "Some people find they enjoy the power that comes from their side of it... Try to over use it at the worst possible times."

Another message. Adam's smirk could've easily been mistaken for a smile at her boldness at directly challenging him while addressing Kendaway's point. The former member of congress seemed a bit taken aback by how she'd illustrated her point, but nevertheless she continued on, as did Adam.

Rewarding his teasing student by turning the dial up one more level on the device. Punishing her impudence. He wished he could be closer to her, to push her as he had during their encounters so far, bringing her to the brink and then pulling it away from her; at this distance, he would have to use crude estimations at where her arousal was, assuming she was at all. Adam didn't want to risk discovery; either of her having something 'wrong' with her, or of what he was doing to her. Still, the rising level of his arousal bade him to leave it on for another minute before turning it off again.

Which he left off until the end of the lecture, 10 minutes later. "Everyone, let's thank Miss Kendaway for her time and for sharing her experiences with us today." The typical tepid, on-command applause from most of the class, but enough suckups and people actually interested in the subject clapped with real enthusiasm. It made Sophie smile enough that he was sure she'd be back next semester; which was one of two things Adam was looking to get out of this class; he briefly laid a hand on his colleague's shoulder before turning back to his students.

"We won't be testing on anything from today's lecture, as it was meant for you all to enjoy; sometimes it's easy to get more out of a lesson if you know it won't be marked, or graded." Another easy smile. "After all, I'm sure you think I'm testing you all on enough things already." The muttered chuckles that went through the class signalled that maybe he'd made one joke too many today, and he looked over the class again before speaking.

"Class dismissed."

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Adam hung up the phone with a sigh; grateful for the privacy in his office as he'd had in on speakerphone, which he didn't like doing with the risk of a colleague or student dropping it. But it was past office hours, and most of his coworkers were gone for the day. He and Rente had gotten into a discussion about an upcoming seminar, and who he should send...they'd immediately dismissed Adam as a candidate, which both comforted and infuriated him at the same time.

He didn't want to go, but it wasn't as if he didn't want to be considered for it. Already later then he'd hoped to be, Adam hurriedly shoved items into his bag; he had much to do at home.

To get ready for a certain someone's arrival.

 

[PollySays]

She was trying. Trying so hard not to let him effect her too much in the middle of the woman's speech, but the sudden overwhelming pulse of the thing inside her left Becky's lips tightly clamped together, a tiny whimper attempting to escape from them. Her thighs pressed together suddenly from that, her hips rocking back sharply, causing the student to straighten even more in her chair.

A quick stolen glance his way, pleading eyes begging him to stop, stop this, don't make her do this right here, not now-
Her hips swayed in the seat, trying desperately to get away yet stay close to the toy that taunted her, tortured her. Her pen raised, the end bitten down upon to distract herself as she closed her eyes. Don't make that sound again. Don't do anything that could-
Could-
Oh god...

He stopped it.
Her pen fell, back to the desk, Becky's eyes still closed as her shiftings continued. He let her be, let her finish the class with both the freedom of his torture and a new one- the infuriating ache now resting around that toy.

His parting words were enough to give reminder. She glanced at him again as she stood up from her seat, a monotone look. She had to decide what to do next. What she would let happen.
The consequences of her choices, however, were what frightened her the most.

***********

She made it back to her dorm.
That. Thing. Had not come out at all the rest of the day.
She was afraid to even try. That she would pass him in the hall, get too close to his office. That he would find a way to be close enough to test that it was still there. After what had happened back in his classroom, she was afraid to even try.

The cab was on its way.
Becky stood out front, a little denim jacket donned, her purse in hand. Starting to rain already, a little drizzle. Enough to make her regret not bringing an umbrella. The squeak of the wipers on the glass as the cab brought her to him sent a shiver through her, simply waiting and worrying, wondering what he was going to think, say. Do.

"$12.50," The man suddenly called, the car stopping. She took the money from her purse, handing it to him, then started up to those front steps.

A light knock.
Another shifting dance as she waited. That nervous clench in her throat.
"Professor..."

 

[Bevatoria]

It had started raining, as it often did. It felt like a storm was coming.

Adam hadn't looked at the weather reports. But with the mood he was in, it felt like a night for crashing thunder and lightning, with pouring ran. He absently wondered if the roof would leak in a couple of rooms upstairs. Of whether he would care about it, if his landlord clearly didn't. Tonight, he wouldn't. This evening would be for something else entirely.

The movie playing was a familiar one. He wasn't even really watching the scenes now; the sounds of a brunette getting fucked in an alleyway reverberating through the house. Adam had enough of an edge now; a slow burn he wanted to keep for his guest. His special guest. A half drank scotch sat in his hand for the same reason; he wanted his inhibitions lowered just enough, but not to the point where he was completely out of his mind. He knew the effect his words had on her; and if he was to speak to her, Adam wanted his words to cut through, to stay in her mind.

A knock at the door came; he drew himself up slowly. He was wearing a threadbare white t-shirt (tightly covering his well built arms and torso), khaki shorts, and his boxers, of course. Adam walked to the door, feeling his anticipation heigten as he got to the door. He opened it slowly, taking in the site of his student.

She was still in the dress she'd been in earlier. A light jacket, put on in a modest but insufficient effort to protect from the cold and rain; his awning was very short and she was just under it now. Adam watched the water run down her face for a moment; taken in by the site of a young woman caught in the rain. A memory came to him for a moment, of him and Catherine...

He motioned her inside, closing the door behind her. Adam wanted his silence, and his hard, leering look at her to speak more volumes as he slipped her jacket off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside him. Another deliberate action, as he again took his time looking over her body, seeing what parts of her dress the rain had gotten to, wanting her to feel the drops on her skin in the comfortable temperature of his house. His hand went to his pockets; he wondered if her attention would be drawn to somewhere closer to that, as he felt in there for something familiar. With slow steps, he walked in front of her, keeping her near the entrance to his house, next to her jacket; she wouldn't be going anywhere until he said so.

With a familiar click, the vibrator came to life inside of Becky again; as in the classroom, Adam had turned it up to its highest setting. At her reaction to it, a cold, dead voice came out of him. "Do you want to take it out now, Becky?" No question as to how, or when; only if. His unwavering gaze took her in, her body's reaction to his toy's manipulation of it as she gave her answer.

 

[PollySays]

He just. Stared at her for a moment. Becky couldn't come up with anything to say. Not a word. What was she supposed to say to him? Apologize for earlier? How would she even do it? Instead, she just studied him back, his own wandering eyes met with a somewhat frightened roaming of his features. Something, briefly, was there.

But he simply waved for her to come in, without a word. She stepped in, afraid to turn back around to face him, a quick jump given as he reached up to pull her jacket off. "Professor...," She started slowly as she stared down at the carpet, frightened to even hear the sound of her own voice trying to find words for him.

Not seeing him worried her.
The same as seeing him seemed to do as well.
That look. The silence he gave her.
Everything. God, everything was setting that pit inside her. Her dress covered her, soaked in rain, little modesty given before the man who had taken her clothing form her twice now.

He managed to make her feel more indecent with it on, than he had with it off.

Her gaze rose from his floor, finding him before her now, a foot upon her coat as he slid his hands into his pockets. Her lips nervously tightened together, looking up to his eyes as though to silently plead for him not to-

-Do that.
It came to life within her, the toy buzzing inside her heavy pulses of frustration that brought a cry to her lips. Her hand flailed out resting upon his wall as the device moved and claimed, reminding her of what he held in his hand and kept so fully turned.

She could only nod at first, trying to find her words.
"Please- Yes, please, Professor, I want it- I want it out, please...!"

Another little whimper, her lips pulled together tightly as she closed her eyes, her body clenching against the toy, her knees squeezing together as she stood.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really am," Her words were interrupted by another light cry, the toy within making it hard to keep her words flowing. "Please... Please, just let me take it out, please..." She was begging now, glancing up to him once again as she pushed her fingertips against his paint a bit harder.

 

[Bevatoria]

Although the sight of her struggling with the vibrator inside of her excited him, Adam kept a hard look on her, although not without considerable effort. The cry from her lips and the desperate slap of her hand against the wall were welcome sights of her fight to resist him. Eventually, Becky nodded at him, gasping at straws to find a coherent sentence. "Please- Yes, please, Professor, I want it- I want it out, please...!"

"So?" he replied coldly. Adam enjoyed her torment. Her whimper, the sight of her lips pressing together tightly, smudging her lipstick. Admiring her body tensing; her random, erratic movements as she fought against the release he was seeking to force on her. Her eyes clamping shut, as if by doing so she could block out the world. Adam reveled in how much of her body that her damp dress revealed, the wet cotton plastered to her skin.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really am," Another cry escaped her as she begged him, pleading with a man who had barely moved from his straight standing posture, several feet away. "Please... Please, just let me take it out, please..." For the first time, Becky met his gaze, her plea in her eyes, her body's movements as she pressed harder into the wall. He took his time watching her; his only movement was to kick her jacket aside, so that it would stay out of their way. He made slow movements around her, admiring her body as she pressed into the wall as if to force away the high he was bringing her.

"I will *let* you take it out eventually." Adam's tone of voice communicated clearly what his statement did not; that only when he permitted it was she to remove the vibrator she had so callously kept out of herself during the class. "As long as you do what I say, without question." Why would he need to add that? She was already under his thumb, having brought herself here to begin with, having obeyed him in every endeavour, careless or otherwise, so far. But something burned within Adam, to push her down farther, and farther, breaking her even when her will seemed to be nonexistent. There was no excitement in pushing someone who didn't push back; and even in her submission, Adam still saw the fight in her, within herself.

He placed a hand on her arm, pulling her away from the wall that served as some sort of protection or comfort to her, pulling her into the middle of his entryway. The threadbare carpet, drab by any standards, would act as a balm to Becky soon, even if she wasn't aware how yet. Adam slowly let go of her, examining her again, looking for the fear and uncertainty in her eyes as she wondered what he would ask her to do next.

Adam moved behind her, his hands gently encircling her waist, stealing a quick feel of her hips and thighs under the wet dress as he turned her around. He'd put himself between her and the exit again, another gesture to reinforce that he was in control of the situation. He firmly gripped her shoulders as he leaned into her, breathing his next command into her ear before he backed up to the door to enjoy the results - one way or the other - of his next decree.

"Strip."

 

[PollySays]

The curt ice to his tone only made her feel even more tortured, a weak whimper leaving her as he stared her down, a deadeyed look upon her as she struggled to keep herself from losing it to the toy's effects. He moved, slowly, much the way he did in the class; studying students, this time, studying her.

He finally spoke more words, but not the ones she had so longingly hoped to hear. A demand for behavior. She glanced at him, lips trembling, a tiny sound given in response as she twisted a bit more against the wall. Try to hide from him, keep herself contained, something besides him to keep herself tethered-

His hand upon her skin. Pulling her away. Fully exposed, nothing left to try to hold, hide with. She shivered, arms pulled in against her, fists balled slightly as she looked to the floor, her thighs still trying to press together. She heard the heavy breaths that left her own lips, slow but long, stumbled at points as he stepped around her.

Warmth. His hands. It felt both nice after the cold of the rain, but frightening as it came from him. She stiffened slightly, but didn't try to pull away. Her eyes simply closed, doing nothing as her teacher guided his touch along her dress, against exposed skin slick from the rain. Guiding her, turning her, adjusting her as he pleased. On display for him- a shivering, whimpering mess he had created.

The warmth of his breath against her ear made her gasp softly, lips still parted as her eyes reopened, looking at him as he stepped back, simply watching her and waiting for her to comply.

She said nothing, simply reached for the bottom of the dress, pulling it up slowly and over her head, left to her boots and underthings; the little black bra, the pink panties. Becky looked to him once more, seeing the expecting look upon his face. Her thumbs hooked the edge of her panties, tugging those down as well, sliding them over her knees and down over the boots to the floor, her bra removed easily and simply dropped to the pile.

His toy seemed more noticeable now, its effects tearing through her, leaving Becky to stifle away another moan as she looked to him once more. A silent plea. Afraid to say too much to him.

 

[Bevatoria]

Watching Becky's response to his instructions to her never got old. It wasn't the lingering fear in her eyes or slight hesitation in her movements as she exposed herself to him. It wasn't the seemingly effortless sensuality of her hair being ruffled as she pulled her dress over her head, or the graceful jerking of her legs as her panties fell below her boots. No, it was the slight bit of hope he saw in her, the inextinguishable thought that maybe, just maybe, the next thing he'd ask her to do would be the last. Adam had to fight not to smile as she stood before him, naked, as he knew that tonight would not bring that last request. Even better, that she knew that as well.

He listened to her moan, watched her body's slight jerks as Becky dared to meet his gaze, the question in her eyes. His only answer was to walk up to her slowly, unabashedly taking in her body with his eyes. Adam never wanted to get tired of seeing her like this, her body in state of conflict with itself. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards his living room. Several stuttering steps for a naked girl. Away from her clothes. He thought she was close, but he made sure to turn off the vibrator before he rather roughly threw her down on his couch. He made sure to wait until her eyes met his again as his fingers traced a path down her bare arms to her hands, grabbing the and moving them to where he wanted them to be.

One hand to her navel, poking the skin gently with one of her nails. The other to grip a full breast, clenching her hand on the abundant flesh, the vibrator still on full speed inside of her. He loomed over her even with the shoes she had on, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "If you want the toy out, Becky, touch yourself." He squeezed her hand over her breast again,, harder, as if to emphasize the point, pulling his hand away only to roll her other nipple in his hand. "Do it and I'll take it out." As if anticipating her obedience, he gingerly slipped his fingers inside of her to relieve her of the burden she'd place on herself.

 

[PollySays]

She could feel her skin redden, the hum of the toy he left buried within her as she stood in the center of his entry way. Her eyes closed for a brief moment as he stepped closer, long enough to be taken by surprise as he clutched her arm and drew her into his living room. A meek sound left her at this, her heeled boots staggering her steps along with him, thighs trying to keep the building feel inside of her from overtaking her. "Professor, please-," She started softly, gasping out as he tossed her to his couch.

Quickly trying to straighten herself up as he moved before her, her eyes raised to him, a pleading in silence. The toy had mercifully been turned off, though left within, reminding her that any moment could result in him hitting it once more. Softly drawn long breaths, attempts to calm herself, to stop the shivering his 'torture' in the hall had caused. His touch, however, was making that hard to do, a quick surprised jump as he grabbed her hands and controlled them against her own body.

His to control, to guide and place as he wished. To her stomach, to her breast, forcing them to grasp and to tease. She whimpered softly, glancing back up to him as he looked down upon her, closing her eyes once again as he leaned to her ear. The words left to it brought a soft cry to her lips, made louder only by the clench of his hand upon her own as it held her breast. The promise of removal was emphasized with his fingers against her opposite breast, his free hand roaming down between her thighs to chase his property left within her.

"Y-Yes, Professor..." Her voice was soft and wavering, wanting to close her eyes once more, but finding it so hard to do as the toy suddenly burst back to life inside her. Her hand upon her breast grasped and teased against the soft flesh, teasing her nipple between her fingertips as the other hand on her stomach slid down, feeling his own hand cupping her center, his fingers buried within her as she traced a finger against her swollen clit. A sharp quick breath was drawn at that, already having trouble containing herself from the toy's efforts, made harder now with both his touch and her own against her frustrated body.

"Professor, please, please, I can't take all of this, please- Get it out, get it out, please!" She was nearly sobbing, shaking her head as she continued to do as he requested, her fingers dancing against both her throbbing clit and engorged nipple, her hips shifting and swaying earnestly against his couch.

 

[Bevatoria]

Her reply was only a little hesitant. "Y-Yes, Professor..." she wavered, as if sensing what her delay would entail. A moment later, Adam turned the vibrator back on within her, wanting to see her body tormented by both her hands and his toy. The blush in her skin reinforced what her moans and gasps were showing him; she looked like a woman in heat. Which is what he wanted. What he'd been pushing her to this entire time.

Her hand seemed to move without any more prodding; one finger making a path around her clit, the other testing her nipple, making it harden under her grasp. Adam poked inside of her, feeling the vibrations as he gently pushed wet folds aside, teasing her center. He spread her pussy lips, as if the toy would make its own way out if he let it. Another sharp gasp came from her as she seemed like she could take no more.

"Professor, please, please, I can't take all of this, please- Get it out, get it out, please!"

"Don't stop." whispered Adam menacingly, as her hands continued his work on her body as it swayed and bucked against the couch with him leaning over her. His fingers felt around for the moving toy, grasping it even as it buzzed within her, familiar wetness coating it and her fingers as he finally pulled it away from her. He watched her body's reaction to it, to her hands work on her as she was finally free of it. Again, his eyes roamed over her body; her nipples harder then he'd ever seen them, her hands desperately working on her clit....

He tossed the toy aside so his hands were free, continuing to watch her. He couldn't let her cum. Not yet, anyways. But would he be able to control it? With one hand, he spread her thighs as she continued to work on herself, waiting for the right moment to step in. His belt buckle clicked involuntarily and he couldn't help but smirk; she had to know what was coming. Why he had brought her here.

But letting her think first about it was delicious torment.

 

[PollySays]

His hissed words brought another cry from her, looking back to him pleadingly before closing her eyes tightly. Her fingers continued to toy against her own flesh, grinding her tips against her clit, nails clawing against her breast. The toy had been removed, his own hand pulling it free of her throbbing center. The feel of its withdraw, the way it hummed against her lips, the emptiness she felt without it- She crooned out, her head rocking side to side in frustration.

"Professor, please-"
She could only beg, trying so hard to hold back what he had caused so quickly upon her arrival in his home. He had tormented her so much in the class, recalling it all for her so quickly the moment she came through that door.

His hand touched her leg, her eyes reopening to look back up at him. They widened even more as he pressed himself between them, standing over her, staring down at her with a smirk. Her lips were trembling, though her hands refused to stop what he had commanded of her. She was afraid to stop. She would wait. Keep going, keep pushing through it.

The strain of his pants was obvious enough, held so close to the level of her eyes, of her face. She swallowed hard, peering up from around it, to see his eyes. Try to see what was in them, the plans spinning in his head.

Was he. Was he actually going to do it this time?
The thought both scared and aroused her, afraid of how roughly he may do it, the manner in which he would take her. But the promise of it, to finally have the torture of being so close, brought right to the edge, his pressure against her, his continued teases of almost-but-not-quite. It left her aching for him, as much as it infuriated her.

"Please, Professor. I- I need it. I need to feel you, please, Please, Professor. Please, I'm begging you, please fuck me!" She was nearly sobbing now, shaking her head yet again, the words nearly a scream as she pleaded to him. "You keep doing this, and doing this, and leaving me like this- and it's just- I can't-" She was fumbling on her words now, looking back up to him. "I can't think of much else, nothing else- Only your cock, the torture you put me through... I can't keep- I- Please..."

 

[Bevatoria]

She was amazing. Adam could see the fear in her eyes as she looked at him, eyes widening when their gazes locked, but still she pressed on, her yearning hands teasing her breasts and clit more, harder, waiting for him to stop her. She was all but thrashing about, her head and body bucking with desperate need, her voice echoing the need whenever she could find the wherewithal to speak. Becky could talk, but she could not make herself heard. Adam's smile turned predatory when he saw her gaze drift down to his shorts, which were feeling all too constricting right now.

"Please, Professor. I- I need it. I need to feel you, please, Please, Professor. Please, I'm begging you, please fuck me!" Her head shook as she was all but sobbing, her words barely coherent."You keep doing this, and doing this, and leaving me like this- and it's just- I can't-" Even as her hands continued his work, she dared to look back at him, hiding nothing from him in body or gaze. "I can't think of much else, nothing else- Only your cock, the torture you put me through... I can't keep- I- Please..."

The drizzle outside had turned heavy, and the wind was conspiring to make the rain drops pelt against the window near his living room, which was soon to be a full blown storm. Adam wasn't thinking about that as his eyes narrowed, anything resembling a smile on his face disappearing as his hands encircled her wrists, pulling them away from the very thing he'd been asking her to do, leaving her wanting. Again.

But it wouldn't last.

He leered at her, giving a slow, predatory glance up and down her trembling, exposed body, completely open for him. What do you know about torture? Have you ever watched your life collapse around you? Powerless as the one you wanted to share your life with closed herself off from you? First emotionally, not speaking to you about anything but her work for months? Then physically, sharing your bed in name only? Burning every trace of intimacy and then taking everything else away from you?

He didn't care if the anger showed in his gaze. Or think about how appropriate it was that the sound of thunder echoed from the growing storm outside as his thoughts finished. It didn't startle him. Or faze him. He had seen enough of her to know her want; her erect nipples, flushed skin, and dripping center was evidence of that.

But her want was nothing compared to his craving. For her. Adam guided her smaller hands to his belt buckle, letting his hard look speak for him as he pressed in closer to her, pressing into her nearly naked form.

If you want it, come and get it...

 

[PollySays]

She had lost all sense of what her hands were actually doing, only the feeling of her own touch against her skin, against the ache he had created inside her, the desperation that tore at her. Gasps and whimpers turned to a heavy cry and whine as he yanked her hands away from her own body, Becky's eyes quickly turning upward to look at him pleadingly. No words, simply the pantings of breath that were caused by what he had demanded of her. Still shaking, still wanting.

He simply looked at her.
But the way he did it. There was more to it that just a simple gazing upon her. There was intent to those eyes, the way he watched her hips rock against his couch, the turn of her body, the shudder that refused to leave her skin, the tremble of her jaw.

Fear grew once more as he looked back to her eyes. This was no longer simply playing with her, to leave her wanting and pleading for him to make it stop. At least, not with the way he had been torturing her. That something more was growing. She could see it in the way he stared into her eyes.

"Professor..," She whispered weakly, afraid to say much more. Questioning.

His hands still held hers, guiding them now. A new position. A place she had touched once before. her fingers traced against his thickness through his pants, taking to his belt with his hand. She looked back up to him once more, the determined stare telling her exactly his intention with this.

Becky swallowed down at that, refusing to take her gaze from his eyes as her fingers set to work on what he silently demanded. The click of the belt seemed so loud in the storm's rumble outside, the feel of his arousal pressing back as she pushed open the fabric.

Another little whimper.
She both hated and needed him so much right then, one outweighing the other somewhat more as the warmth and thick firmness of his cock against her fingers was suddenly found. A moan left her, tiny, merely an exaggerated breath. But the look in her eyes had to have told him more.

The feel of him had been embedded in her mind since that night, the money, in her dorm. To have it once again. She didn't realize just how much she had wanted it.

Her fingers met him, wrapped against him, stroked him gently as she watched her teacher's eyes. Confused, aching, and needing. It was frightening, the silence he gave her, the stare that continued.

Becky's mouth felt so dry, but she fought that back, swallowing again, trying to work something back to her throat. "I need you, Professor. Please." Her voice trembled as she whispered the words, staring up at the man that haunted her so much.

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam did nothing but gaze at her, take in her beauty as she swallowed, her chest rising with every breath. The sound of his belt, undone by her hands. A rumble of thunder in the distance, echoing in his room, somehow less to him then the whimper from Becky's mouth. A whimper of need as she mechanically lowered his shorts and boxers. There was nothing mechanical about her actions, however, as she traced his length. Even the look of her as she moaned, the way her face seemed to tighten in embarrassment at her body's desires. But her eyes told the story.

Her eyes told the truth. Of what she really longed for. She wrapped her hand around him, refusing to leave his gaze as she slowly worked on him. Obediently getting him ready for the inevitable as she, in some small measure, refused to back down. Even naked, with him looming over her, something within Becky seemed to want to put out one last measure of courage, for some sort of moral victory even as he'd already won his prize.

Still, Adam drew in his breath at her pleasurable motion, his eyes closing briefly before he looked back down at his student. "I need you, Professor. Please." she near-whispered, her voice trembling in fear at what she was asking, and in lust at something else. Becky had already debasedly admitted what she had wanted him to do; to fuck her. To not tease her as he had every night they'd been 'together' so far, to not leave her at the precipice wanting what she could hardly understand.

But Adam could not simply comply. Their relationship was too complicated; no matter how far she lowered herself, Adam had to push her farther down. He'd take her, all right. The rain outside continued to pelt against the window and roof; as unkempt as his new house was, Adam knew the roof was solid, and in no danger of leaks. But for the moment it was the only noise aside from their breathing, as he continued to enjoy the feel of her hands on his length for a short while, his own hands eventually exploring the chest he knew so well, no longer with the practiced care of a man wanting to pleasure her, but with the urgency of someone wanting to take what was his, greedily rubbing and squeezing every inch of exposed flesh.

With effort, and another indrawn breath, both of his hands made his way to hers, slowly pulling them off of him. She would've done it if he asked, but this was how it had to be. He had to force her to obey even if she would. He pulled her wrists together above her head, securing them in a familiar one wrist hold. His other hand lazily ran down the middle of her body, and he leaned in as he squeezed a nipple hard; wanting a reaction from her.

"Becky." A whisper, into her ear as he pulled the hard nipple away from her before his hand went to her center, spreading her desperate pussy lips; he spared a moment to look down, wondering if the only way she could possibly be more damp is if they were outside, in the rain. A delicious idea for later, maybe....

He pushed himself forward, his cock fully free of its confinement as he aimed it for her. "I need you to say something, Becky." Adam was so close to her now that any forward motion would connect them, but he still held her there; his left hand tight on her wrists, his right having taken some of her wetness and offering it to her lips, wanting her to taste it before he gave her one more verbal humiliation. Even if he wasn't entirely sure what it would be.

He took one more breath near her ear before looming back over her, so close he could practically kiss her if he wanted. "Say that I will do anything I want to you." It was one thing to admit that he could. But to say that he would, to know it, realize it....As she responded, he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Even Adam knew his control had limits, though, and he wondered if he'd used this game as much as he could stand.

 

[PollySays]

Just that stare, that look she found left her both trembling and shuddering, frightened and aroused. Becky wasn't sure what was on his mind anymore, just the look of a predator lingering in his gaze as he stared down at her. She didn't dare take her hands away from him, her fingers continuing to explore her professor's cock, stroking him gently as his own touch roamed her breasts. Rough, claiming motions of his hands, as if reminding her that she had lost possession of them in his presence. A tiny whimper, her eyes grimacing slightly from his grip and pinch. She knew. As much as it scared her, she knew.

His hands stopped abruptly, pulling hers to stop as well. A surprised gasp left her, quickly looking up to him with widened eyes. Had she done something wrong? Hurt him somehow? Back up, left too far to do anything, straightening her body against his couch, presenting herself to him as he stared down at her and let a hand roam free of his own.

Her breast once again, taking her nipple firmly in his fingertips. She whimpered softly as he tugged, the sound growing to a cry as he continued to pull, pinch. Her hips rocked upward from the couch, her eyes tightening closed.

Warm breath, simply her name pushed into her ear as his hand drifted downward, fingers guiding her sex open for him and drawing against her arousal.

She felt him.
Not touching.
But close enough to be felt, his warmth radiating against the part of her that wanted him so terribly. Her noises grew louder at this, her fists drawn up high flexing and tensing.

More words.
SHe could only nod, her head swimming between everything. Try to listen. Do what he wants. His fingers danced over her lips, slick with her desire, the look in his eyes telling exactly what he wanted with that. Her mouth opened, taking his digits to her tongue, cleaning him of her own moisture, her own need.

WHat he wanted. It was finally said. Becky looked up at him as he repositioned, his heat so close, teasing, waiting for her to respond. She drew a breath, studying his face, his eyes, her fingers tending again.

"You... You will do anything you want t-to-" She cut off for a brief moment from her reciting back to him, crying out as he eased his thickness into her, her eyes clenching shut once again. "Professor! Oh god... Ah- You'll do anything you want, anything you want to me..." The words rolled out with a groan, Becky reopening her eyes to stare up at him, already finding a soft pant leaving her lips from his push alone.

 

[Bevatoria]

"You... You will do anything you want t-to-" Adam tested her control by moving his hips into her slowly, his manhood finally, mercifully slipping into her. He watched her eyes squeeze shut; there wouldn't be much of that if he had his way.

Which he would get.

"Professor! Oh god... Ah- You'll do anything you want, anything you want to me..." She moaned, her eyes flickering open as he pushed almost fully inside of her. As Adam pulled out slightly, he took one more moment to poise himself over her; her body pressed into his couch. His own breathing echoed with hers as he leaned back over his frazzled student, lewdly displayed under him with nothing on but her boots. Her hair disheveled, and breathing almost as erratic as his.

"Don't close your eyes." he breathed menacingly. "Watch." He gripped the couch behind her, his hands planted near her face as he started to thrust into her, the sound of his hips hitting her thighs soft at first, even as his eyes betrayed his lack of control. Losing it. Finally getting to the precipice, yet only finding there was more climbing to be done. Seeing her here, flush with arousal and desire, giving into his every whim....it was everything he had wanted it to be. Everything he had hoped as he slowly started pounding into her faster and faster.

She had asked him to fuck her. Had begged him, after his manipulation.And now, she would get that, and more. Tonight, Becky would find out exactly how much her tortured professor would take from her. As Adam started to grunt with each thrust into his student's body, he didn't bother thinking about what they'd do tomorrow; how they'd feel about this when the morning came.
About how he'd feel about it. Only about what they were doing now. All he could think about was her, the way her body was reacting to what he was doing to it. To a free hand, unsatisfied with her moans and gasps so far, slapping the side of her ass; at first, testing the waters, but then hitting it twice more when her reaction didn't satisfy him.

He tried to push her thighs wider; as if she wasn't open enough for him already. With one hand still keeping him up, he felt the urgent need to get her boots off, and his thrusting slowed, only for a moment, as his hand roughly scrambled to pull her boots off of her feet. The right one first, with a quick squeeze and toss, the left one even more hastily, her socks following her footwear to who knows what part of his house. But there was no risk of him inadvertently getting scraped by her footwear in their debased pairing.

And also with the benefit of Becky having nothing more then her jewelery on now. Completely naked in her professor's living room, the rain and thunder outside providing the opening as Adam started to roughly fuck his student again, his only communication the grunts and ragged breaths with each push further inside of her, forcing further and further into her with his pushing and with his arousal growing.

Through it all, his eyes never left hers, even as her own gaze seemed to wander.

 

[PollySays]

Becky moaned softly as he scolded her for allowing her eyes to close, looking up at him momentarily as he gripped the couch, her legs spread about him, his own body forcing against her. Within her. The push of him taking, claiming. What she had wanted, because if him. Feared, because of him. She tried to keep her eyes on him, to keep them from closing again, drawing a sharp breath as pleading gazes were given up to his determined stare. Her voice carried a new edge as she cried out, her hands clutching against the seat edge of his couch, arms buried beneath her widened legs. "Professor-!," she howled, biting down on her lip as she fought back another high cry.

The slow push, press, claiming motions came to an end, Becky able to feel him buried deeply within her. She shivered, staring up at him as he began to withdraw once more, his eyes deadlocked upon her. Harder. Faster. Deep firm thrusts that claimed her completely while he clutched his couch. Becky struggled to stay focused on him, her heat racing, her own hips attempting to join him unconsciously. While her head struggled to even think of what this was, what this meant, her body knew only one thing. It wished to Fuck. And he was giving it. Demanding it. Her body was willing to oblige hungrily, taking everything he wished to give, offering up for him to take.

Becky groaned again, panting weakly as he suddenly let go of the couch with one hand- the sudden unexpected sting of his palm catching the edge of her ass. She yelped out, her eyes widening as her hips jerked forward, taking him further. Another smack. And another. Becky's voice echoed in the room as she cried out from it, her eyes leaving him to roll back slightly. He felt- too good. No. She couldn't be enjoying this. He was using her, torturing her, a horrible man.

But she could feel it. Even just the wet mess against her wrists, her hands braced beneath her ass. The dribble of need that ran from her, that he called out as he fucked her. She whimpered at the thought, a high noise that remained lodged in her throat and seemed to change pitch as he pounded against her.

He stole her boots. Quick angry yanks of them, hurling then blindly behind him. Her legs raised a bit higher now, spreading further, Becky grimacing slightly as he loomed over her, clutching the couch. Pushing. Staring.

No words.
Simply that look, the sounds of nearly animalistic growls and grunts leaving him, his hips slamming against hers.
His.
His toy now. Completely.

 

[Bevatoria]

There were no words. No more that needed to be said.

The rain pelting against the roof, unforgiving thunder and lightning rumbling in the distance. It sounded like he'd left a window open. The grunts of exertion from Adam as he bore down both in sight and in form on his young student. The moans of pleasure from Becky, and the audible form of their bodies connecting. Both inside, and out. From a distance, Adam would probably wonder how he had done it. How this simple student relationship had devolved into something as basic as him taking whatever he wanted from her as his manhood continued to plumb and explore her depths, his hands running up and down her torso, hips, and thighs however he wished. Feeling the burning on her skin, the heat clear from her temperature and body movements. The wetness beneath her, showing her need.

But all that was on his mind was his own pleasure. And even as he enjoyed their union, pounding her harder and harder, feeling her body forced into his couch, a small part of him yearned for more. His gasps became more and more guttural with the increase in urgency in his thrusting, and he felt his point of release approaching. Adam didn't know how close she was, and didn't care; this was about his pleasure, and not hers.

Which was the problem. This...was becoming about both of them. And not about what it had been about before. Which was-

The tensing of her muscles let him know she was close - or maybe achieving climax already - and using every bit of willpower he had left, Adam slowed down his relentless assault, slowing down even as her hips bucked against him until he had pulled out entirely, planting a strong hand in her hair to hold her. "You...want to cum, don't you? To be fully taken by me...?" He managed to get out, his voice weak. It was no mystery what she would say, and he half pulled her off of the couch to his living room floor.

"On your knees, Becky." One final torture in a series of them for his student. "Make yourself cum as you service me...and I will give you your reward." Her final torture was to push herself past the brink before getting her professor's manhood to cause it. To give herself what she wanted to be given to her.

Adam would be giving her a reward for her disobedience, but she didn't need to know that. His reward, her punishment...

 

[PollySays]

He was stopping, slowing, trying to make her cease. Becky groaned in frustration, shaking her head, not wanting to lose what he had planted as such a desperate need inside her. Her hips rose and fell, aching to search him out, a cry of desperation coming from her lips as he tore away from her. "No, please, Professor, please," She begged through sobs, her words stopping abruptly as he twined his fingers into her hair once more. Silence, aside from stolen breaths, staring up at him. Eyes wide. Focused. Body trembling, that need refusing to be silenced as her head tried to focus on him.

Her legs couldn't cooperate to his guidance, but it seemed to fit his plan. Shuddering to the floor, a tiny sound leaving her as she came to her knees. Pulsing, aching. His words an added torment to her position. "Yes-God, yes, I- Please. I need to cum, sir, please-" Stumbled words, her eyes begging as well.

The command. Staying low beside his couch, her hand reaching out to touch the edge of it, enough to keep her own balance as he looked down upon her, his cock balanced before her vision, reminding her still of what she wanted, what he left her craving. Her own remnants left him glistening, the lightning flashing from the storm providing added light, forcing her to see proof of what she had done. That was hers. Her arousal for this man. Her mess. What had come from her, brought about by him.

Her gaze raised slowly at the added demand given, her mouth slowly coming to open, a quick breath drawn.
He wasn't going to.
He wasn't.

Teasing her, maddening her.
But she complied, taking him between her lips as her hand slipped between her thighs. He had left her soaked, her pussy desperate for any contacnt at all now. The mere touch of her hand sent a shiver through her entire body, her lips crushing down upon his length as she whimpered softly. Stroking herself as her mouth stroked along his cock, fingers urging out the desires he had left behind, the need he refused to fill. Her eyes remained closed with this, a tensed tug at her features as those tiny whimpers fell to heavy whines against him. Her fingertips curled into her wet opening, driving in to fuck herself as she sucked her teacher's shaft.

That free hand clutched the couch even harder now. Frustration, a few tears forced from those tightly closed eyes as his cock claimed deep into her throat, muffling out the cry of her body giving in to her own touch. Engulfing him, lost in her groans of orgasm, her body quaking against her own fingers. Her eyes finally managed to crack open, looking up at him as it tore through her.

A plea as she came for him.
For what, she wasn't certain.
But she had this feeling. A feeling she should beg. Beg for him. Beg to him.
Plead.
Mercy.

 

[Bevatoria]

He forced himself to watch. The intensity of the moment, of how he'd been inside of her left him wanting to do nothing more then feel her on him. To let her do her work, the student satisfying her teacher with her body, her mouth. But Adam had been waiting for this for so long, to finally make her understand what he would demand of her, and he forced himself to look. To watch her with his eyes, sacrificing feeling the pleasure of her now for what was to come later. For what he had planned for her later. His use of Becky's body, his subversion of her mind, his breaking of her will.

He watched as she sucked him desperately, as she shivered with the meeting of her hand and her sex. The moan that escaped her even as she serviced him, her mouth on his length desperately as her hand worked between her legs. The closing of her eyes leading to the sounds escaping her becoming more and more desperate, seeking for something that wasn't there. Adam knew what it was. He'd planned on it; her hand able and yet unable to give her what she seeked. She saw both of her hands tightening; one on the couch, grasping at what was not there. The one inside of her, trying to give herself what her hands could not give.

He managed to see her as her eyes opened; her body quaking with her loss of control as she brought herself to her climax for him. Becky's wide eyes seemed to look up hopefully at him, as if asking for something with his length in her mouth. Adam's eyes went cold, desires starting to bubble up his student doing at his beck and will. She was enjoying this.

But the dark part of him was saying that part of his enjoyment was her not enjoying it. So he pulled his throbbing length out of her, twisting her hair in his hand as the slightest of squeezes from his own hand was enough to send himself to his own end.

Right into her perfect face, angelic face. Even as his seed spoiled his view of her, it seemed more suiting for him to see her that way. The high of their mutual pleasure could only cover for so much. Another hardening of his look as his actions and his words were one; pulling her to her feet a second after he spoke.

"Up, student." The name had come out of him as naturally as she had seemed to name him; a label he'd demanded she keep for him. His small home meant his kitchen table was nearby; nothing but a couple of place mats and a stray napkin or two. He let go of her hair, letting her face away from him while he removed his shirt. Adam flexed involunarily as he placed her hands on the table in a familiar pose; enjoying the feel of her skin against his; his chest against her back, and his strong arms over hers.

He'd put her in the posture he'd had her assume over the bed that night. The night he had left her wanting. Facing away from him, leaving herself completely open for him.

Open for the taking.

 

[PollySays]

She could feel him, the pulse of his cock into her mouth. The impending edge that he ride upon, the swell he built against her mouth, riding her tongue and pressing to her throat. Becky felt herself, still shaking, still aching and needing more from the man she was unsure on whether to hate or adore.

That thought lingered upon her mind briefly. Far too briefly to be a complete thought, interrupted by his sudden grasp upon her head and harsh pull away from his thickness. Her mouth still hung open wide, the string of drool created by her hunger for his taste left between them. Her eyes raised once again to attempt a peek to his expression, closing quickly as he gave her what she had craved.

Him.
His seed, marking upon her face, claiming her as his. His toy, his mess, his-

... Student.
A word he snarled upon her ears, a reminder of how he had control over her. Becky's feet fumbled to find the floor, a less-than-helping hand given by her teacher as he hauled her to standing.

Her legs wouldn't stop. The shaking, the trembling. That feeling down her thighs.
She had cum for him, and she still craved more.

His hands guided her to the table, molding her against it as he wished her to be. Legs spread, stretched, waiting.

Oh, god.
Not this again.
She knew this.
A whimper left her lips, her head lowering slightly as she waited. A sound. Anything.

But this time was different.
He was still there, pressed against her. Holding her still, his weight upon her.
Stronger than her.
Bigger than her.

"Anything you want," she choked out again, her fingers pressed firmly against the table as she spoke the words toward the wood grain of his table.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Anything you want." Her moan excited him as he pressed against her, his hips against her backside, pressing into her. Adam felt his arousal growing, looming over her like he had that evening in her room. He'd almost gone through with it then, seeing her spread for him, bent over, unwilling to stop him from violating her in her own sanctuary. It would have been easy.

But not right. Not as right as it was here, as he pulled back ever so slightly; still close enough to be felt, but no longer pressing. His face hardened looking at her, letting a moment pass before his hand lashed out against her butt; slapping it several times in quick succession. "Do...not...move." He punctuated his words unnecessarily with harder spanks; her cries of torment exciting him further. He was as naked as she was, but not as exposed, not as vulnerable. He was in his home, and she only going further and further down the rabbit hole.

As he found the item he was seeking in a drawer - taken out from the bag that had once held it - he would test her resolve to see if she had meant what she had said. He let the sound of the drawer closed stay in the air as he made his way back over, pressing his legs into hers as he spread her even further over his table. The jingle of the item he held resounded in the silence of the home (even as the rain, thunder and lightning continued its symphony outside). Adam cruelly grabbed her left wrist, yanking it without concern behind her back, letting a metal restraint click into place. The metal felt cold to him and he let the other cuff fall into the small of her back. She was now off kilter with only one arm out, but he took care of that by yanking the other one behind her back , cuffing it just like he had the left one.

An unnecessary step. Which was why he had to take it, much like the next one as he encircled her torso, his hands finding her nipples and playing with them; squeezing them between two forefingers, rolling each of them in turn before letting her go. One hand trailed back up her spine, to her hair, running through it gently before grabbing it.

Adam took a moment to reposition himself before squeezing her hair, holding it for unnecessary leverage while he took her from behind; his own grunts echoed with her noises as he finally got what he wanted. What he had never gotten from his wife in all of their years together, from what he saw as a younger, more submissive version of her. One that would never talk.

And one that would never leave.

 

[PollySays]

The first real breaths taken without a shudder to them finally came as his weight lifted somewhat from her back, Becky still holding against the table's surface in a futile attempt for some type of control. Stability. It rejected her tries, her fingertips sliding against the slick surface, leaving her to more claw at it in desperation than anything else. That need to hold grew immensly as his hand connected against her bare flesh, a cry of pain and surprise tearing from her lips as he struck down to accentuate his demand.

She could only nod, choking to regain the air he had stolen from her with those strikes.
The last of her movements. Dead still, aside from the tremble of her lips, the shiver of her skin.
Staring against the table. Fists clenching, trying to plead to the table.

His warmth returned, is weight upon her. Becky stiffened slightly, but still refused to move, only shifting with the push of his own legs against hers. Spread. Nearly too far for her to keep holding her balance. Clutch the table. Keep holding, keep trying.

Hand to wrist. A yank, a twist.
Becky barely had time to cry out as the metal harshly claimed her wrist, tight enough to keep from slipping. The chill lay against her back as she tried to balance against the wood, a tiny whimper leaving her at the fleeting control over her own body.

His.
He was only doing what he had warned, what he had demanded her to say.
Little parrot repeated it all.

Another grab and twist, her other arm joining the first, her body left awkwardly at his disposal. Her balance was kept by him, his hold, his weight. A quick sharp cry was yelped out with his abrupt grab into her hair, his body pushing hard back against her. Into her. Fucking her.

That quick little cry was gone. Loud, groaning, overwhelmed. Her features tightened, her lips left open, her jaw hanging as she squealed and gasped, panting and whimpering.

She shouldn't be.
She shouldn't.
She wasn't supposed to enjoy this. This was wrong, horribly wrong. Every part of this. Was.

"Oh, God- Professor!"

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam's eyes bore into her. Even with her posture, bent and submissive as he took her from behind, he glared. A smoldering gaze as his eyes ran over her flawless, smooth back, marred only by whatever marks he'd left so far that evening. Her perfectly round ass, slightly pink from the work of his hands and hips. The sounds around him, a wide range of auditory nibblings - the roar of the thunder, pelting of the rain hitting the window, slaps of him ramming into her thighs, the gasps and moans from her, the animalistic grunts from him - all blended into one as Adam concentrated only on what he was feeling. Her warmth around his length, squeezing him as he forced himself further and further into her depths. Her cry for him only spurred him further into his dark cravings for her young body.

Becky's wrists didn't need to be cuffed and restrained behind her back; she'd already agreed to let him do whatever he wanted to her. He didn't need to grab onto her hair for leverage, roughly letting her head fall against the table. There was no need to take her against this table, where the couch would have provided the same amount of control for him and been easier on her thighs and back. And there was absolutely no need for him to snake his hands around her torso, squeezing onto her breasts as his tempo briefly abated, slowing as he twisted her nipples away from her, pressing them into the wood of his table, just to hear her squeal between thrusts.

But it was what he wanted. He stopped his hurting of her ample bosom only to grab her hair tightly again, listening to her reaction as he leaned in to her; as much as he was degrading her, to the deepest, darkest part of him, it wasn't enough as he gave her one last verbal command.

"Beg, Student."

 

[PollySays]

She knew the storm was still raging. She was certain of it. But the sound of it was gone from her ears, the sight of the lightning that brightened his home blinded from her. Becky was lost from everything in the world about her now. The only thing she knew, recognized. Understood. Was him. Overwhelming and drowning her. Lost to everything he gave her, forced her to take. Her eyes locked tightly closed now, tears managing to squeeze out from behind her lashes as his thrusts slowed, his fingers reminding her of his claim upon all of her. Every part of her. Hips. Breasts. Nipples. Flesh to mark and abuse as he pleased.

The pinch and tug he gave, twist and force. Becky cried out, howled and squealed, her hips twisting and contorting back against the man who claimed her. A pained expression took her face, her mouth left open still as she gasped for breath, nearly oblivious to the small pool of her own drool he had forced from her lips from his actions. Pinched against the table and his thumb, her hips pushed against it as well. The wall finally stopped the table, merely lifting up onto its legs as Becky's toes were all that met the floor, his thrusts pushing her up higher.
Ecstasy and pain.
Fear and arousal.
Hatred and adoration.

The tears gave way, streaming her cheeks with their thin pathway down her face, single lines that marred her makeup as she continued to give the tiny gasps and cries. Her fingers tensed behind her back, fists that opened and flexed, tightened and whitened her knuckles. His own fists found her hair once more, yanking her back upright, Becky shrieking out again.

Hard and deep.
Her body couldn't take this.
Her cunt ached, her legs trembled.
Flooding. Flooding everywhere.

But his voice was still there.
A command.
Firm and stern, a voice she heard even in her sleep.

She obeyed.

"Please, Professor-," She choked out between her own groans, shaking her head in his fist's grasp. "Use my body, fuck my cunt- Oh GOD- Please, please Sir! I need to feel you fill me with your cum- I need to- to- AH! Please, Professor, fuck me, do anything you want to me, PLEASE!" The last word was all but screamed as she leaned her head back against his balled fist of hair, gasping sharply as she crooned out to him, words that had no meaning, whimpers and whines that continued to plead to him.

 

[Bevatoria]

The storm in him was not matched by the one outside. It toppled it. Even if it was contained in him, only showing in his actions on the lovely young girl under him, the one who was begging him, pleading him. "Please, Professor-," Her voice choked out, her hair shaking in his grasp as she either tried to escape him, or spur him on. Adam wasn't sure. Even if the force outside was more visible, more tangible to the world, he knew that his power exceeded that. Lightning and thunder could manipulate a person, drive it, push it elsewhere but it could not master someone like he was mastering Becky right now. Real control was being able to do what you wanted, when you wanted. This was the night for the storm, but Adam knew that over young Becky, any night would be his now. No need to wait for clouds and rain.

"Use my body, fuck my cunt- Oh GOD"

Adam felt his hips thrust into her, as if she was doing it herself, using his body to violate her. Even as he controlled her, in a way, she was controlling him.

"-Please, please Sir! I need to feel you fill me with your cum-"

It didn't matter how foul her language was, how little she could understand him, how loud the rain was against his windows. He had to strain to hear her, but he was hearing only her. Only what they were doing. Nothing else mattered to him now. Her cries of pain, moans of arousal, the way she bucked against his grip and the cuffs he'd put on her. Against the battling desires within her of hatred and love, one fighting for control over the other. They battled in him, too. As much as he wanted to punish her, inflict pain on her, for daring to look like the woman who had scarred him so, he could feel his own conflict. His anger at the argument within himself was being taken out on his student. The one who he was fucking against his table, the one he'd forced to take his manhood.

"-I need to- to- AH! Please, Professor, fuck me, do anything you want to me, PLEASE!" Becky all but shrieked at him, and her urgency pushed him on. He was close, now, feeling the familiar pulsing within him that meant his seed would be exiting him for the second time that night. Any pretense of control left him as he started to groan, his hand involuntarily tightening in his student's hair as he made his final claim of her body.

All that was left was her heart. And as Adam came down from his high, letting go of her as he felt the familiar afterglow of intercourse, he wondered where her heart was at. Hell, he wondered where his was, too, as he looked at her against the table. Still restrained and spread for him, if he wanted. How much did she really have to do with this, he wondered?