Synopsis:
Layla Dahamrai has just begun her second year at university. She's acing every class and is one of the department's best students in her cohort. However, she's not getting along with her professor in her East Asian Regimes & Empires class, not that it's really her fault. It doesn't help that she's hot for her teacher either. Sebastian Henderson expects the best out of his students, given he's teaching at one of the most prestigious universities in London. He's had enough of Layla stumbling into his class late at the beginning of the semester. In the six years he's been teaching in academia, he has never desired a student until now. Layla and Sebastian will soon come to realise they have more in common during, and definitely out of, office hours.
Chapter 12: Writing Retreat
09/05/2018
"Morning," I mumble with a toothbrush in my mouth as Sebastian walks into the bathroom naked. Sebastian kisses my damp hair and steps into the shower. I shrug off his evil little smirk as nothing but him reminding me of our little exploits the night before when we entered the estate. From what I had seen in the dark, it was expansive and beautiful, yet it was still cosy and homely. I wasn't surprised that he had a country home. It was typical for us, except I am terrible at shooting, so if he wants to do anything he should be taking me out to ride horses at most.
I finish drying my hair, fold the towel on the counter, then begin moisturising my skin. Sebastian manages to shower, brush his teeth, style his own hair and get his clothes on in a short space of time. I roll my eyes at him when he leans against the counter and watches me massage the lotion into my skin. "I hope you know it's rude to stare at a naked woman as she moisturises her skin," Sebastian laughs at me when I stick out my tongue.
"It's also rude to stick your tongue out at your professor," I shrug and walk out of the room when I finish. "Ah! What are you doing?!" I gasp when he captures my wrist and yanks me to him. He clasps a cold, metallic object around my wrist as he holds me in place by wrapping his arm around my waist. Sebastian quickly takes my other wrist and attaches another metallic cuff around my other wrist behind my back.
"This is a writing retreat for me... This is a sex retreat for you... I need a little motivation to get me through my work," he whispers against my ear.
"Wow... Professor Henderson, you could have you just told me that," I giggle as he slides the key into his back pocket. Sebastian kisses my cheek and pulls out something from his front pocket. It's an emerald collar and my eyes widen at how pretty it is. It's all emeralds and gold chains and is exactly what I would have picked out for myself. Sebastian lifts my hair and pushes it to the side to secure it around my neck. I turn to look at myself in the mirror. "Thank you, it's beautiful!" I lean up to kiss his cheek.
"A few ground rules," I raise an eyebrow at his initial words. "Yes, don't look at me like that, I am just adding a few more to our usual ones." I nod my head and let him continue. "The first one is that you are to remain naked at all times unless I instruct you to wear something. The second one is that you are to have at least one orgasm every hour you're awake or I'll punish you by forcing you have to more than one every hour. The third is that I'll do whatever I want to you, which is what we usually do, if you have a problem then you say the safeword and it all stops."
"Professor Henderson, I think you've been researching about presidential despots so much that you may have become one yourself," I mock him. "I think I can live with being naked all the time, cumming all the time and being at your mercy for the next few days," I lick my lips in anticipation.
"Good. We shall start right now then I can reward you with breakfast," he kisses my temple and brushes my hair away from my face. Sebastian tosses me over his shoulder and I squeal with excitement. He carries me down to the dining room table and sits me in the chair next to the head of the table. Sebastian pulls out two pairs of handcuffs and cuffs my ankles to the front legs of the chair. I wait for him to return from another room with a rabbit dildo in his hand and lubricant in the other.
Sebastian squirts some lube onto the toy and covers it in enough of the gel to push it inside me. I whimper when he walks away and starts preparing breakfast. The vibrator whirs to life when he moves around the kitchen. "Ugh! God!" I ignore Sebastian when he starts having a casual conversation about what he wants to accomplish in his research today.
I have been tortured for almost twenty minutes by the time he puts the plates of food in front of me. When he takes his seat next to me at the head of the table, he chuckles, "Layla, you still haven't cum yet?" I glare at him. The man knows what I need to cum.
"I need your help," I throw my head back as the vibrators don't change. Sebastian sighs and reaches out to rub my clit. It doesn't take long for me to climax. "Oh my God! Yes! Fuck! Huh! Ugh!" I throw my head back against the chair and my hips slide forward on the chair. Sebastian reaches around to undo the cuffs that are holding my wrists together to let me eat.
I lean forward and cower over the table to pick up the fork and eat the food in front of me. There's barely any space in my mind to savour the flavours of the breakfast on my plate. All I can think about is how great that orgasm was and I how still need another one. This week is going to drive me to the brink of insanity with all the orgasm excess Sebastian has planned for me.
We eat our food in silence. I sit there in a daze as Sebastian washes the dishes and cleans up the table. He pulls apart my folded legs when he kneels between them to release my ankles from the cuffs bound to the chair. Sebastian doesn't take those handcuffs with us when he leads me by the hand to another room. We enter his office and he leads me over to the large, soft mat on the floor next to the pipe leading to the radiator.
"On your knees, sweetheart," I drop to my knees and crawl over to the mat when he nods his head in the direction he wants me to go in. I sit and face his desk from the corner I've settled into. Sebastian kneels down and takes one wrist and handcuffs it. He loops the other cuff around the pipe and binds my other hand. How am I supposed to cum if I can't use my hands?
I shake my head when Sebastian pulls my folded legs out. My cuffed wrists slide down the pipe as I lay on the mat. Sebastian turns to reach for something on the desk. When he turns back around there's a black marker in his hand. I frown at it. What's he planning to do with that? He pulls the lid off and begins writing on my hip. I angle my head to read it when he's done: 'Slut's Cum Tally: I'.
"You're a pig, Professor Henderson," I smile at him. My toes curl at the words. It is wildly arousing to be temporarily used as his little sex slave. Sebastian slides the box at the foot of his desk towards us then pulls off the lid. There's an abundance of sex toys in there. My face is beaming with joy at the sight of them.
"And yet you look so disappointed, Miss Dahamrai," he smirks at me.
Sebastian flips open the cap of lubricant and covers a black silicone dildo with it. I raise a brow at him as he adds a little bit of the cool gel inside me, too. "Ugh..." I cry out as he pushes it inside me. Out of nowhere, Sebastian pulls out a pair of my panties and slides them over my legs. "Wait," I say breathlessly. "What are you up to?" I ask as I raise my hips as let me put my panties on me.
He pulls out two satin scarves, wrapping one around my eyes and the other around my mouth. "Enough with the questions, Layla, just feel..." he purrs over me. I feel Sebastian stand up and move away from me. I tug at the cuffs and mumble against the gag. Is he seriously not going to tell me what he's up to? Suddenly the vibrations start.
"Mm!" I gasp at the immediate intensity of the dildo inside me. My panties push against the dildo, forcing it to stay inside me. "Hm... Mm..." Jesus. It feels so good.
"I need to get some work done, you better cum within the hour or you'll be punished, my love," I take a deep breath when I put it all together. Sebastian's going to have me cum while he just works. I'm in for a long day with the professor.
"Huh... Ugh... Ah... Ooh... Mm... Hm..." I whimper in the corner for the next few minutes.
Sebastian sighs. "I can't concentrate with all of that noise, my love. Let me give you a hand there." I feel him push the crotch of my panties to the side and his grasp covering the bottom of the vibrating dildo. "Layla, you're so wet, you've almost soaked this mat through," he mockingly chastises me. Sebastian fucks me with the dildo and uses his thumb on my clitoris. I throw my head back against the pole as his thumb swirls around my swollen little bud. It's too much. I can't take it anymore.
"Mm! Hm! Ooh! Ah! Ugh! Huh!" My cunt clamps down on the dildo as I burst into a violent orgasm. It takes over me and I'm drowning in waves of pleasure. My hips rock back and forth underneath him, or rather the dildo, riding out my orgasm. I fully collapse against the pole and lull my head against the wall. Holy shit. That was a lot to take in such a short amount of time.
Sebastian turns off the vibrator but leaves the dildo inside me and covers it with the crotch of the panties so it doesn't slide out of me. I feel him stand up and listen to him walk back to his desk. I'm not sure how long he leaves me like this. I just listen to him type on his keyboard, scribble out notes, open and close books and shuffle the papers on his desk. How can he work while I'm laying here in post-orgasmic bliss in front of him?
My toes curl against the mat at the thought of waiting around for him to fuck me at his choosing. I sit myself up a little when I hear his chair scrape backwards. Yes, he's finally coming to me. I pout when I don't feel him anywhere near him. I listen closely and hear him pull and push books off of the shelves. Are you kidding me? "Ugh... Oh... Ah..." I whimper to get his attention.
"Huh? Oh yeah," Sebastian says from across the room. Has he remembered that I want another orgasm from him? "Please," I mumble against the scarf that's gagging me.
I'm so busy whimpering and wiggling to get his attention, I don't realise how close he's gotten. "Ah!" I cry out as he places two clips on my nipples.
