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 13: Learning New Techniques
10/05/2018
"Are you sore from yesterday?" I nod my head and pout at Sebastian's question. "Hm... We'll have to go a little easier on your cunt and ass in the next few days then," he kisses my cheek. Sebastian wiggles those thick fingers deep inside me once more and I whimper at the touch. I hear him titter at my reaction as I try to avoid eye contact with him.
"Something tells me you're not going to do that at all..." I scowl at him in mock suspicion. Sebastian pulls his fingers out of my panties, buttons up my riding trousers and leads me out the front door to the stables. He holds my hand on the way to the stables and I take in more of the vast estate on the walk.
When we walk in, there are two horses, one brown the other black. They were both exquisite. "This is Ares," he points to the black horse, "and this is Athena," he says as he points to the brown horse. "Ares usually has a lot of spirit, but his leg is injured, so it looks like we're going to share today." I roll my eyes. I'm sure it's true but it's worked out rather well for Sebastian to have me riding against him on a horse.
I tentatively reach out and touch Ares while Sebastians sets up our ride with Athena. For a spirited horse, he was acting rather calm even with his injured leg, we just stare at each other. "How bad is the injury?" I ask Sebastian without looking away.
"Not enough to be this calm with you. He belongs to Eliza. Athena is mine." Sebastian tosses me a helmet after he puts on his own. "Give me your hand," he pulls me up onto the horse and rests me between his muscular thighs. Sebastian clicks his tongue at Athena and gently flicks his wrist.
"Wow, it's been a while since I've been on a horse, let alone have someone do all of the riding for me," I huff out as we start moving. Sebastian's wraps his left arm around my waist and uses his thighs around my own to keep me in place.
I adjust myself to Athena's rhythm as she begins to canter. Sebastian and I bounce on the saddle as Athena takes us through the estate. There are plenty of apple and pear trees occupying the vast amounts of grass and span out to the edges of the forest on both sides of the house. I shudder against Sebastian as I realise how aroused I've become.
My sex glides back and forth over the saddle. The heat that floods my cheeks is not from the heat of the late spring weather but my arousal. When I move forward, my clit hits the saddle horn and I gasp. "Are you okay?" I nod my head at Sebastian's question. I'm breathing heavily as I feel myself becoming increasingly wetter. My legs are liquid by the time we return to the stables.
I practically rip the helmet off of my head as Sebastian takes care of Athena and puts everything away.
Fuck. I need him now
. The moment he locks Athena's stall door, I pounce on Sebastian, like I am an animal in heat. Sebastian catches me and lifts me up from the ground. I wrap my legs around his and try to grind my hips against his cock. "I figured that would get you going." I growl at him and kiss him. I had to give props to the professor for being so calculating.
"What else do you have in this evil little plan of yours?" I ask as I come up for air.
Sebastian chuckles wickedly. "Let's see what I have in the tack room, first." I scoff at his words. That's why he was taking such a long time in there earlier. We enter the tack room to find a bunch over rope hanging from one of the bannisters. I giggle then glide over to touch the bits of rope.
"So this is your sinister plan?" I whisper as Sebastian comes behind me. I turn around and his fingers come down to the buttons on my shirt. I gaze up into his eyes as he unbuttons my blouse without breaking eye contact, then starts undoing my trousers. I snicker as he struggles to get me out of my boots and pulls down the trousers impatiently. "Ah!" Sebastian grabs my waist and turns my back against him again.
Sebastian wraps his arms around mine then quickly brings them behind me. He arranges them so that my hands touch the opposite elbow. I shiver as he begins to tie the rope around my wrists and elbows. The rope is looped around my body then over my breasts. The ropes were biting into the tender flesh of my breasts. Sebastian flicks his thumb over my nipple, pushing both the rings upwards, grunting his satisfaction at the hard peaks. I smile as he bind my arms securely against my back, causing my breasts to jut out further, they are on display just for him.
I shudder as he kneels in front of me with his face pressing against my panties. "My oh my, they're so wet, Layla," I blush when he presses his nose against them and inhales the scent of my arousal. "I don't think you need these anymore," he pulls down my panties and helps me step out of them. Sebastian bunches them up in his hand and puts them in his back pocket.
Sebastian works the rope from the banister around one of my thighs and effectively spreads me apart for his torture. "You're incorrigible, my love," I hiss at him with my smile on my face.
"Regardless, you can't wait to see what I will do to you, Layla." Sebastian picks up a riding crop and twirls it in his hand with a mischievous smile on his face. With the tip of the leather, he strokes me from my sternum down to my navel. Using the crop he lifts up the diamond attached to my bellybutton piercing. "Fuck, this is so sexy," he whispers.
"I think I've had enough body piercings for one lifetime, so don't go expecting anymore," I giggle with pride. Sebastian whips me up quickly and nicely with the riding crop, causing me to cry out with pleasure at the bite of the pain. "All you do is spank me! So mean!" I groan, struggling against the ropes binding me to the banister.
Sebastian chuckles darkly and drops the riding crop on the floor. He unbuttons his trousers then frees his cock in front of me. "I'll show you a real good time, my love," he presses his cock against my cunt and shoves his hips against mine, burying his massive cock deep inside me.
"Oh my God," I throw my head back and groan in awe at how thick is cock is. He has his hands wrapped tight around my waist, burrowing himself deeper into my pussy. I don't know how long Sebastian fucks me for but I'm lip in his hands with the only other support coming from the rope. Sebastian lifts up my unbound leg and pumps his hips against mine aggressively. "Oh shit! Please make me cum, Sebastian!"
With his free hand he starts rubbing my clit furiously, I orgasm quickly under his fingers. Sebastian grunts, pumping his cum deep inside my cunt. "Oh yes! Layla, fucking hell! That's it, make me cum," he growls at me. I whimper as he releases my leg and makes me stand there as his cum starts to leak out of me.
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11/05/2018
"That looks delicious, my love," I beam under his praise. I lift the lid and stir the spoon in the pot a few more times before I shut it to keep it warm. Turning off the stove, I lean over the counter as he looks inside the fridge.
"Dinner is ready to be eaten. Let me know when you want to start eating," I give him a peck on the lips as I make my way to leave the kitchen. Sebastian holds onto my hand and pulls me back to him. "Hello," I say suggestively. "Can I help you with something?"
"Do we have anything left to make a salad?" I furrow my brows at the question.
"Yeah, we have spinach, rocket, two cucumbers, pomegranates, figs, I'm pretty sure there are a few carrots left in there, too. Oh and I picked up walnuts and limes at the market, too. I picked up walnuts and limes at the market, too. I can make the salad now if you're ready to eat?" Sebastian smirks at me. "What? There's nothing dirty about a salad unless you forget to wash it. Am I missing the joke?" I laugh nervously.
Sebastian reaches in and pulls out a cucumber. He tosses it in the air and catches it with one hand, smiling at me. "It's not really a joke... But, I have a certain kind of salad in mind," he pulls a condom out of the pocket of his trousers.
"Since when did we start using condoms?" Sebastian laughs as I'm still missing the point.
"Since," he washes the cucumber under the water, dries it off, and rips open the condom packet. "I'm going to use this on you."
"Did you forget that you brought an entire collection of sex toys with you? Or the fact that you have your own special appendage that you can use on me?" I back away from him and move to other side of the kitchen island.
"Yes, but it's so much more fun to tease you with the unexpected, darling." Sebastian rolls on the condom and waves it at me. "Are you going to run away from the inevitable or give in?"
"You're a wicked teacher, Professor Henderson."
"You're a naughty student, Miss Dahamrai. Now, come over here."
"Why should I? I have been fucked every which way in the last few days, I deserve a break from your cruelty. Running seems like a fantastic option."
"Ha! With the number of orgasms you've had, you should be thinking you're in heaven. I'll chase you, but I can't guarantee you'll like the punishment after that."
Undoing the satin belt holding my kimono together, I push the garment off of my shoulders to reveal the tiny bralette struggling to hold my tits in and the small panties leaving little to the imagination underneath. "Is this how you want me?"
"There's still too much clothing on your body, Layla." Sebastian walks over to the other side of the kitchen island to join me. His index finger trails from my the base of my neck down to my navel, brushing against my bellybutton piercing, making its way down to the hem of my panties. He slips his hand into them, smiling with that smug approval at the lack of hair after shaving me there last week. "Maybe we should slow down a little bit," he puts the cucumber down on the kitchen island and takes my hand.
