Comfort Object (49 page)

“Yes,” I confessed in a whisper. My clit throbbed and my tight hole clenched around the toy. “I love to have my ass taken and used.”

“I bet you do,” Jeremy said. “And to tell the truth, sometimes there's no other way to put a headstrong little coed like you in her place.”

“Yes, Professor,” I said, pressing my clit against the edge of the hard desk again.

“Stop fidgeting,” he snapped, running his fingers up the inside of my thigh and then back down to trace the top of my schoolgirl stockings. “Spread your legs and brace yourself for a nice, hard paddling. Afterward I'll take that naughty little toy out and give you exactly what you deserve.”

“Oh no, please, Professor. You won't…you won't take me…there? Will you?”

“I most certainly will,” he said. “And I should warn you, my cock is much larger and much less forgiving than that little toy you play around with.”

“Oh no!” I pretended to be distraught. “What if…what if your big cock hurts me?”

“I sincerely hope it does, since you are in such severe need of correction,” he said, then brought the paddle down hard on my ass. “I have no intention of going easy on you.”

Ouch. Tell me about it.

Whack
. He brought it down again. “Owww!” I yelped, not totally faking. “Ow! Please!” The more I squirmed under the paddle, the more my clit rubbed against the desk. I spread my legs farther and arched my back as the sting of the paddle spread across my cheeks. I loved every second of it, but yes, it really hurt. It was easy to play the squirming, chastised student getting paddled hard by the stern professor because, well, that's exactly what I was.

“Please, oh please, Professor! I'll never write anything so…so…inflammatory again!”

Inflammatory
got a soft chuckle from Jeremy, a real victory since he hardly ever broke character in our role-playing scenes. “Just hush,” he said, landing a really sharp one. “Don't make me put the glasses on again.”

I half yelped, half laughed as he paddled me harder. I could barely feel the stinging pain now, I was so aroused.

“Please, please, please,” I begged in earnest. “Please, I've been punished enough now. Surely you don't even need to take my ass! I know my place now, and I won't be disrespectful again, not ever. I promise. I swear!”

I wiggled my red-hot ass in hopes of distracting him from further discipline, but well, he was a sadist after all. My horny asshole had to wait until he landed a few more stingers.
Crack
. The fire in my cheeks combined with the fire in my ass until I was one shuddering mass of aching girl goo.

“Okay, Penelope,” he said finally, laying the paddle down. “That will make it hard for you to sit down for a while.” I put my hand behind my ass to rub the smart away. He took it and shoved it back down on the desk. “None of that. I want you to feel every bit of that pain. When you sit down, and you feel that lingering sting and ache, you will remember the proper way to behave for an intelligent Harvard girl like you.” I brought my hand to my lips and started sucking my fingers. I was so horny. I craved the taste of his cock.

“Absolutely, Professor Gray.” I nodded. “I've learned my lesson now.”

“You've almost learned your lesson, Miss Ashton,” he said. “Now please lower your undergarment to your knees so that I can teach you a little more about proper behavior for an unabashed anal whore like you.”

“Please, no!” I shifted on my feet so my ass swung back and forth. I was rewarded with Jeremy's soft intake of breath. “Please, I'm afraid your huge cock will hurt me!”

“As well you should be,” he said, coming around to stand before me. He undid his belt and then his pants. He whipped off his shirt and pushed his pants down, shoving his hugely erect cock in my face. “I think this will be enough to teach you a very effective lesson.”

“Oh no, Professor Gray. Please…please just let me suck you off instead!”

“Suck me off? A girl like you probably couldn't even get a cock this thick past your lips.”

“I'll try! Let me try—” He gave a devilish grin and shoved his cock down my throat. I sighed and took it deep inside, swirling my tongue around the swollen head and then bobbing up and down on its length. I was so hungry for him, the salty taste of him, the musky, masculine fragrance. The satiny texture. I pressed my clit against the desk harder, twisting my hips back and forth.

“Take your panties down.”

I reached back, not losing a beat, and worked the thong down over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. His cock bobbed in my mouth as he reached back and took the toy out; then he left me and positioned himself behind my ass.

“Please!” I pleaded one last time. “I promise to be good. I'll do extra credit! Whatever you desire!”

“Here's your extra credit, you naughty little whore,” he said as he held my hips and eased the head of his cock into my ass.

I moaned. In twenty seconds or less I would come.

“Oh please…” I begged as he slid slowly all the way in. “Please teach me a lesson, Professor! I don't know why I'm so naughty—”

“I think it might be the red hair.” His voice sounded jerky and strained as he spoke the words in rhythm to his thrusts. His fingers dragged across my scalp. “I find red hair in young ladies very subversive. Especially your particular shade…”

My laughter cut off in a gasp as he wrapped his hand in my curls and pulled my head back to plant a kiss on my temple. “But I'll try to look past the things you really can't help.”

“Thank you, Professor. But oh God, oh…please—”

“Please what?”

“Please may I come, Professor?” I gasped.

“Young lady, must I remind you that you're being punished?”

“Oh please, please!” I'd been masturbating against the edge of the desk since he'd first bent me over it. If I didn't get release soon… My clit was so hot, my nipples were aching from rubbing back and forth against the wooden surface, sliding across papers and books. “Ohhh.” I moaned as he ground his pelvis against my ass.

He leaned forward on the desk to brace himself. I grunted and bucked against his swollen cock. The desk started sliding across the floor.

His hands grasped at my neck and then slid down to squeeze my breasts. He pinched my nipples hard. I cried out and scrabbled for purchase, tensing as he drove faster and faster into my ass. Papers flew, pencils scattered. A pencil sharpener was batted to the floor.

“Holy fuck!” I screamed. Jeremy clamped a hand over my mouth. Pleasure shot out to every part of me like a thunderbolt. I pounded on the desk, riding the waves of orgasm as my ass clenched around his cock. He gave one last pummeling thrust and shouted through his own orgasm. The desk nearly toppled over. I swiped for the lamp as it fell and managed to save it. He collapsed over me, his hand still over my mouth. I lay still, his body around me. His cock remained planted firmly in my ass. His chest hair tickled my back. His thighs trapped mine. My dominant, powerful and strong. Warm and loving. Hilarious. I loved him. A few seconds later he planted a soft kiss at the back of my neck.

“I guess I'm just going to have to accept that fact that you're incorrigible,” he said against my ear.

“Yes, Professor Gray,” I agreed with a sigh.

* * *

I peeled off her sweater and sucked her tits before I dragged her to the shower. I wasn't done with her yet, but I was finally getting to the point where I could show some restraint. I was finally coming to realize she wasn't going to leave me.

She was mine forever. My faithful one.

Oh, I was still going to marry her. Not that she needed that piece of paper any more than I did. We would do it sometime; maybe after she was done at Harvard, maybe before, if we felt like it. I'd already set Martin to drafting the prenuptial agreement, more to amuse Nell than for any practical reason. It was much less explicit than the first document, since not much needed to be spelled out between us anymore. I didn't need those black-and-white words on paper the way I used to. I could see all the promises I needed in Nell's clear, beautiful eyes.

Penelope Ashton
(
hereafter
wife)
agrees to live as partner and lover to Jeremy Gray
(
hereafter
husband).

The wife agrees to provide loving faithfulness, as well as sexual submission upon request.

The husband agrees to provide dominance, protection, kindness, and handsomeness.

The wife will offer bravery and forgiveness as needed…hopefully not too much…

Later, in bed, I spread her out in front of me and tied her down. I knelt between her legs and started to lick her all over. She sighed and arched her back and made those small, urgent noises I loved.

“So how did you do on your exam, Nell?” My tongue fluttered against her clit.

“I did…I did really well—I think—” She was having trouble finding her breath.

“You think?” I asked, raising my head. She moaned and nodded quickly.

“I…I know I did…I did really well—”

I smiled and resumed licking and teasing her swollen little clit. I loved to play with my little toy. My comfort object. My submissive. My soon-to-be wife. I loved to feel her writhe against me and give up control to me. Oh, I craved for her to lose self-control. I could do this for hours just to feel her jerk under my tongue, just to drive her lust higher. I tasted her musky juices and breathed in her scent. She twisted under me, then whined softly. I didn't reprimand her for being fidgety. Sometimes I did, but not today. I devoured her swollen slit until her hips bucked against my chin and I could tell she was close to the edge. Then I stopped and smiled at her guttural protest.

“You studied hard, didn't you?”

“Yes…” she said. “Oh, Jeremy… Oh God… Please!” Her wrists and ankles pulled helplessly at the restraints.

“I'm so proud of you,” I whispered. I fell on her once more and lapped around her little clit, then took it in my teeth and gave it a tug. I worried it delicately between my lips and then soothed it with a broad, lingering stroke of my tongue. I felt the tension release, heard her quick exhalation. I stroked her all over as the orgasm racked her body, stroked her until the tremors subsided, then untied her and drew her into my arms. “Nell. I love you so much. Good girl.”