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needed to know she could handle whatever he would throw at her. He looked forward to the challenge of testing the boundaries of her pleasure.
    A vision of her bound, gagged and clamped raced across his mind and he could no longer hold his orgasm. Luckily, her walls began to convulse around him and a string of incoherent words tumbled from her lips again. Pumping into her one more time, he stilled and roared his release. He was usually much less vocal, but there was just something about her that brought out his inner caveman more than usual. Collapsing on top of her, he pressed her into the mattress with his weight for a few seconds before disengaging and disposing of the condom.
    After pulling his briefs back on, he moved to release her bindings, taking turns to massage the life back into her thighs and wrists. Lastly, he removed the blindfold and looked into her luminous, but deeply sated brown eyes. “I think we’ll partner well, my student,” he whispered, leaning over her to ravage her mouth again, her hands sliding into his dark hair, pulling lightly.
    “Yes, Sir,” she agreed with a tired smile when he finally pulled away from her.
    “I suppose I should get you back to your dorm now,” he suggested. “Although, if it were up to me, I’d bind you to the St. Andrew’s Cross I’ve got and keep you there for a while,” he joked, but then added after a second of feigned consideration, “Perhaps this weekend?”
    “If that is your desire, Professor,” she grinned.
    “This is going to be fun,” he laughed, helping her sit up and get off the bed. “Now, go and get dressed,” he told her, placing a ringing slap on her ass as she moved to leave the bedroom. “And no more yellow!” he yelled out after her as he began to redress himself.
    The drive back to campus was made in companionable silence, which he suspected was because she seemed utterly spent. She’d rose early to meet his demands, had a full day of classes with the uncertainty of their burgeoning relationship weighing on her mind, then had dedicated her entire evening to fulfilling his desire. She was a true submissive and it was a glorious gift he would not waste.
    Pulling up in front of her dorm, he set the vehicle in park and turned to her. “Friday is when I will see you again,” he informed her. “Do you have a skirt longer than the one you wore to my office on Monday, but shorter than what you wore Tuesday?” he asked, suddenly, an idea forming in his head.
    “Yes, Sir,” she confirmed.
    “Wear it to my class on Friday, sit in your usual seat. If you wear panties, though, I will be sorely disappointed,” he gave her a mock pout. “Any time I take a sip of my water, I want you to uncross your legs and give me a peek at those delicious folds.”
    “Absolutely, Sir,” she bit her lip to suppress her wanton reaction to his suggestion.
    “If you can find a way to inconspicuously play with yourself, I want you to tease your clit for me,” he said, molding his mouth to hers again before nibbling at her bottom lip. “Make sure you don’t make yourself come, though. I want you frustrated and ready for me when I pick you up on Friday night for the weekend.”
    “Yes, Professor,” she smirked as he released the catch on her seatbelt.
    “You’ll understand why I don’t walk you to the door, but please text me when you are safely in your room,” he said, pulling her phone from her purse and inputting his information. “Sweet dreams, Sabrina,” he released her after placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

Chapter 8
     
    Though her day had been exhausting, she couldn’t help the lift she felt when she gazed down from her room at the Professor’s car still idling in front of the building. Retrieving her phone from her purse, she sent him a quick text to let him know she was safe and in her room. There was no direct response to her message, just his tail lights as he sped off into the night. Changing into her pajamas, she slipped into her