The Professor by Josie Leigh Read Free Book Online Page A

binding them with the rope and securing it to a hook in his headboard.
    “Bend your knees until your feet are flat against the bed, then let your legs fall open,” he told her, grabbing another length of rope. After she’d complied, he knotted rope just above each of her knees and moved to lock them on hooks she assumed were on the floor just under each side of the bed. After she was bound, he grabbed the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. “I’ll see you again on the other side, my pet,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I want to hear your pleasure, don’t be afraid to scream out.”
    After a beat, she felt the bed shift again and heard him walk back to the bureau. After rifling through, she heard the door close and he was back. Suddenly, she felt a tickling softness she assumed was an ostrich feather against her ankle, gliding up her leg and across her stomach and down the opposite leg. The whisper of touch across her skin by the object he used brought all of her synapses to full alert and her core flooded with moisture. A shameless moan tumbled from her throat when she felt the feather circle her navel and travel up her abdomen to her breasts. He continued the path for several more minutes until she was writhing on the bed and her moans deepened with expectation.
    The first trickle of hot wax against her sensitized nipple startled her, but when the second one dropped onto her breast, she bit her lip as she was sure her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation. “Don’t suppress your reactions, my student, remember, I want you to scream your pleasure,” he warned as he continued to drip wax on her other breast and down her stomach, taking the same path as the feather, replacing the softness with a searing ache.
    “Please, Professor,” she begged on a growl.
    “Hmm, Miss Carson, you seem to be enjoying the wax against your supple skin,” he observed. “Can you handle it here?” he asked as she felt the first drip land just above her nub.
    “ Please ,” she begged.
    “You may come, Miss Carson. You’ve done well today,” he allowed as another trickle of wax moved closer to her core. Her body was wound so tight that she knew the second the wax made contact with her clit she would explode. Sweet anticipation coiled within her as he moved the candle to her inner thighs, causing her to pant loudly into the silent room. Because of the angle of her legs, rivulets of wax left a blazing trail down her legs toward her aching pussy, before cooling and hardening against her skin.
    After what seemed like an eternity, the first lick of wax finally caressed her clit and her body bowed off the bed in an Earth shaking orgasm. Pulling at her restraints, she howled out her release. Floating above herself, she felt suspended in her orgasm as every muscle in her body pulsed.
    “Thank you, Professor,” she whispered after she regained the ability to speak.
    “That was exquisite, my pupil,” he praised, his voice hoarse as she felt the cold pinch of something solid and sharp gently, but efficiently detaching the wax from her skin. By the time he’d concluded the process, she was, again, writhing underneath him close to release. His weight left her briefly again, but when he returned, she felt the length of his shaft against her thigh, sheathed and poised against her entrance.
    “We can play more with the wax after you’ve gotten rid of this,” he told her, pulling lightly on the small amount of hair covering her. “I enjoy it, but I would love to see how you respond when the wax drops onto your bare skin.”
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    The Professor moved his hands to grasp the rounded globes of her ass as he impaled her roughly with his granite-hard cock. As he lost himself in her clinging heat, their grunts and moans echoed against the walls of his bedroom.
    “Next time, I’m going to clamp these,” he barked through his punishing pace as he pinched at her nipples. Her answering whimper was the only confirmation he