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It didn’t take long for him to return with a pair of green crystal nipple rings that matched the color of her eyes.

She widened her gaze as he sat down and squeezed one of her nipples so that it was even harder, then slipped the loop of the nipple ring on. He tightened it with the slide beads and she gasped.

“Does that hurt, baby?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip and nodded before saying, “Yes, Professor.”

“Good.” He took her other nipple and squeezed it just as hard then slipped the ring on the nipple and tightened the ring. “Now, is it starting to feel good in a pleasure-pain way?”

She looked down at her breasts and returned her gaze to him. “Yes, Professor.”

“You’re going to feed me now.” He loved the contrast of her naked with the nipple rings on while he was fully clothed. God, his cock was going to fucking fall off.

“Yes, Professor,” she said.

She reached for a flour tortilla and began filling it with sizzling strips of beef, onion and bell peppers. When she finished she raised it up and he leaned toward it and bit into it. He kept his gaze focused on hers as he devoured it down to the last bite. She moaned as he held her wrist in his hand and licked each of her fingers.

“I’m going to feed you.” He was having a real hard time talking. Goddamnit but he needed to get her into his toy room.

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After he fed her a fajita, he brought a glass of iced tea to her lips. The moment she swallowed her tea, he slipped his free hand into her folds and started stroking her clit.

She groaned and moved her hips against his hand.

He plunged two fingers into her core and rubbed his thumb against her clit. “Are you close, baby?”

“Yes.” She squirmed and tilted her head back. “God, yes.”

“That’s another punishment.” He withdrew his hand and she looked at him with surprise on her features.

“What did I do?” she asked.

“That’s twice.” He stood, took her by the hand and brought her up so that their bodies were flush. He could feel the heat of her body through his clothing. “You didn’t address me correctly.”

He gripped her ass and rubbed his cock against her belly, wishing he didn’t have anything on.

“I’m sorry, Professor Bennett.” She sounded breathless. “I won’t do it again.”

“But you still need to be punished.” He took her mouth in a fast, hungry kiss, bringing her so close he felt her nipple rings through his shirt. He raised his head and looked into her green eyes that were glazed with passion.

“But we need to talk about one thing before we take this any further.” He brushed her hair from her face. “You need a safe word. The minute you say that word this all ends and I’ll send you home in that little red sports car.”

Her brow furrowed. “I don’t get it. Um, Professor.”

He cupped her face in his hands. “Know anything about bondage and domination, Ms. Grayson? Spanking, flogging and assorted other methods of sexual punishment?”

Jessica’s eyes widened and she parted her lips. “You’d flog me?”

“Uh-huh,” he said as he brushed his lips over hers. “And I promise you’ll like it.”

She blinked. “Really?”

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“Mmmmmm…” He nuzzled her neck, ignoring the fact she was forgetting to call him Professor. “The nipple rings—tell me, did they hurt, but now the pain has an intense feeling of pleasure to it?”

She groaned. “Yes. Okay, I’ll try it. So I choose a safe word and you’ll stop something if I don’t like it?”

He raised his head. “Everything stops and you go home. So think carefully.”

She paused for a moment then sucked in her breath. “Algebra.”

He laughed. “Why’d you choose that?”

Jessica wrinkled her nose. “Because I hate algebra.”

He shook his head and grinned. “Come on then. I have some toys I want to show you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Toys?”

“Yeah.” He gripped her hand and brushed his lips over hers one more time. “I’ve given you some leniency, Ms. Grayson, but from here on out I’m your Professor and you’re my student.”

She gave him that sexy smile of hers that he loved and her eyes flashed with desire.

“Yes, Professor Bennett.”

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Craig’s hand felt large and warm around Jessica’s fingers as he led her to the stairs that went down to what he called his “dungeon”. Just the name of where he was taking her caused her to shiver. Cool air brushed her naked skin and her nipples ached. She was so wet between her thighs at being naked while her professor was still clothed.

The farther they walked down the stairs, the more nervous she became.
Dungeon?

BDSM? Safe word? Punishments?

She swallowed hard.

Craig crossed his chest with his free hand and tugged at the rings dangling from her nipples. She gave a soft gasp with each pull. It hurt—yet it felt good. A combination she would never have put together,

“I had this room custom built,” he said as they reached the bottom of the stairs and she saw a pair of double doors in front of her.

Jessica’s stomach twisted even more.

He pushed the doors open and she entered complete darkness until she heard a click and a light came on.

She caught her breath. It was a beautiful room—but filled with the strangest things she’d ever seen. The room had thick burgundy carpeting, cherry wood cabinets and accents, taupe walls and a white ceiling.

One wall had a cherry wood panel with an assortment of items that made her heart pound faster. Like whips, floggers, dildos and lots of things that she had no clue as to what they were used for.

A huge X-shaped cross took up one corner, a swing in another—and was that a stockade?

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A pang of fear gripped her at the same time she felt both excitement and curiosity.

It was an unusual combination of emotions that had her skin tingling. She looked up at her college professor, her eyes wide.

“Let me introduce you to my ‘toys’,” he said with a wicked smile.

He started with the stockade. “This completely immobilizes you so that I can spank you or fuck you from behind.” Jessica gripped his hand tighter without really meaning to. The stockade was made so that the person in it would have to be on her hands and knees, her head, wrists and ankles restricted.

“Over here is a specially made saddle.” He gestured to a leather saddle complete with stirrups—except that it had a big dildo sticking up from where the person would be riding it. Her cheeks heated at the sight of that rubber cock.

“This is a locking spreader.” He gave her a look that burned with fire. “I can just see you in it now, your ass in the air, your ankles and wrists bound to the bar while I fuck you.”

Jessica’s knees almost gave out at the image. And her professor saying the word
fuck
to
her
.

Next he showed her something that looked like the strangest lounge chair she’d ever seen. “This has twenty-eight different fasteners for me to restrain you with,” he said close to her ear. “You can kneel where this low part is, lean over the hump and I’ll tie you down. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Ms. Grayson?”

Jessica’s attention snapped up to his face again. “Um, no, Professor.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

Uh-oh.

Yet the idea intrigued her too.
Really
intrigued her.

He led her to the wall of toys she’d seen, that also had a rich cherry wood surface beneath it, with a cabinet that included several drawers.

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“On your hands and knees, Ms. Grayson.” Craig opened one of the drawers as she obeyed.

Her lips parted as he brought out a tube of lubricant and a thing with black straps and some kind of rubber object on it.

“A harnessed butt plug.” He lubed the plug and she almost felt dizzy from all the strange sensations zinging through her body. He set the tube down before approaching.

She automatically tensed as he kneeled behind her. “Relax, baby,” he murmured. “It’ll feel very good once you adjust to it.”

Uh-huh. Sure. Relax.

“Trust me. You’ll enjoy this. Once you get used to it.” Slowly he pushed the plug past the tight ring of her anus and didn’t stop at her cry of surprise. He just eased it in, keeping it slow until the plug was buried all the way inside her.

Oh. My. God.
She’d never felt anything like it before. It hurt but it felt good. Then she noticed how full she felt with it inside her and how much wetter she was growing between her thighs.

He buckled the harness around her until the plug was firmly in place and there was no way that thing was going to come out. One strap ran through the folds of her pussy, against her clit, and she squirmed from the need to come.

“Stand, Ms. Grayson.” He had moved in front of her and extended his hand.

She took it and found herself a breath away from him. His body heat radiated through his clothing and his eyes were dark with desire. She loved that the need in his gaze was because of
her
.

He placed his hand at the small of her back and continued guiding her around the large room. It felt odd walking around with a plug up her ass, but exciting too.

“A bondage bed,” he said, pointing to a leather, padded surface big enough to be a twin bed but high off the floor on wooden legs that looked like they could be raised or lowered, and had restraints (surprise, surprise) fastened around it.

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“And this is a suspension bar.” He gestured to a device that looked like a giant clothes hanger, with chains forming a triangle from the suspension bar. It dangled from the ceiling from a long, thick-linked chain.

There was even a cage and a bondage chair. The cage made her raise her eyebrows.

She would never have guessed her college professor was
this
kinky.

He surprised her by bringing her around, hard against his chest, and taking her mouth in a rough and dominating kiss. He took command of her mouth, his tongue mastering hers, his lips hard and unyielding.

It was a
to die for
kiss.

When he raised his head, she felt the rise and fall of his chest against hers and her mind spun.

He took her hand and guided her to what he’d called a bondage bed. Butterflies tickled her belly as he helped her take a step up and had her sit on the edge.

“Lie on your back and spread your legs,” he said in a tone that was definitely an order. “Arms over your head.”

Jessica bit the inside of her cheek as she obeyed. She felt shivery, tingly and excited as he bound her ankles and wrists in leather cuffs so that she was spread-eagled. The butt plug felt even more snug inside her body and so deep, and one of the harness straps rubbed her clit. Cool air stirred in the room from the fans overhead and her nipples peaked harder within the nipple rings. The air brushed her pussy and the trimmed hair of her mound.

After she was bound, he knelt close and she smelled his spicy aftershave. He gently nibbled at her ear, then reached for one of her breasts and slipped the nipple ring off.

Instantly she felt another rush of pain followed by pleasure and she gasped. He repeated the act with the other nipple ring with the same results, and this time she moaned.

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He murmured close to her, “You look so damn sexy, baby, that I want to fuck you now. But that’ll have to wait.” His smile turned into a stern look as he drew away from her. “Now for your first punishment for being such a bad girl at school, Ms. Grayson.”

Jessica shivered in anticipation. In a million years she would never have believed she’d be in this position. Literally. But with Craig—something about him had attracted her from the first moment she saw him. Something more than the fact that he was the best-looking professor on campus. Something about the way he smiled, the way he spoke with authority but was down to earth. He was obviously always in full control of his classroom when teaching.

Now he had full control of her. And she more than a willing student.

Craig surprised her by bringing out a long ostrich feather from a drawer beneath the bondage bed. “Part of your punishment is anticipation and delayed gratification.”

Oh, she was anticipating all right. It was the delayed gratification she wasn’t so crazy about. She wanted him, and she wanted him
now.

“Why don’t you have your clothes off, Professor?” She wiggled against her bonds, testing them.

He frowned but she saw a glint in his eyes. “You’re to stay quiet and not speak to me unless I say you can. Don’t make any sounds. If you do, I’ll add another punishment.” He ran the feather down her belly, the soft, tickling sensation causing her to squirm, and she barely held back a gasp. “Do you understand, Ms. Grayson?”

Jessica started to say yes but clenched her jaw tight and nodded.

With a slight smile, Craig said, “Good.”

And then he started stroking her with the feather.

Oh God!
She wanted to cry out, to moan, to beg him to stop, to beg him to keep going. It was all she could do to clench her jaws tight and hold back every sound building within her.

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He feathered her nipples, causing them to tighten and ache from the soreness from the nipple rings. He trailed the feather down to her bellybutton where it sent zinging sensations straight to her pussy.

Jessica thought her head was going to explode from holding back her cries. Not to mention the fact that her body wasn’t going to be able to take much more without self-combusting.

When he reached her mound, she tossed her head from side to side and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on not making a noise rather than on what he was doing to her.

“Look at me,” he demanded and she forced her eyes open. His blue eyes were burning with passion. “I want you to watch everything.”

Damn.
She swallowed down another cry as he brushed the feather over her mound and moved to the inside of one of her thighs.