I bite my nails restlessly as I wait for Adrian to appear in my Psychology course. For the past two weeks--ever since my training began--Adrian sits with me during Psychology. I'm not sure why he does it, and the one time I asked, he just gave me the Look--the one that tells me to stop talking or receive a punishment.
It's not that I mind him being with me, I enjoy it, but he is very distracting. With just his touch, he can make me forget all about my professor's lecture, and focus only on what he's doing. He'll lean over and whisper in my ear, telling me to pay attention, but as he traces small circles along my inner thigh, I can barely do anything more than try not to moan out loud.
But today will be different. Not because he told me so, but because he gave me a special gift last night when he came over to my apartment. A gift that he specifically asked me to wear today in class.
What is the gift? A pair of white panties. They didn't seem particularly interesting when he gave them to me, maybe it's just a simple test on whether or not I can follow orders.
This morning, as I got dressed, I noticed they did seem a bit off, but I could not pay much attention as I was rushing to class, already five minutes late. Luckily for me, Adrian hadn't been here.
"All right class, let's begin," Professor Morgan announces as he pushes his small cart to the center of the room where his projector is set up.
I frown, watching the door slam shut behind him. Where is Adrian?
"We'll be finishing
A Beautiful Mind
today and a short quiz will be given next Tuesday over the movie. If there are any questions, see me after class."
The lights flicker off as the movie begins. I relax back in my seat, ready to enjoy the easy class period, when my phone vibrates.
I tug it out of my pocket and quickly read the text.
Adrian: You were late, I owe you for that later. Did you follow my instructions?
My heart races as I peer around the room, but I can't see through the darkness, even with the illumination from the projector.
Me: Yes.
Adrian: Good girl. Do you remember my rules?
The rules were simple.
I'm only allowed to call him Adrian if we are not in private setting.
Do not lie to him about anything.
Do not cum without his permission.
Always, if I feel the need, use my safe word.
There were others besides those, but those were the four that he wanted me to learn first. I type out a quick reply.
Me: Yes.
I expect a quick reply, but one never comes. Maybe he plans to see me after class.
I drop my phone on my desk, already tuning into the movie when I feel the first jolt.
I sit up straight in my seat, drawing the eyes of a few classmates that are sitting a few seats down from me, but they don't know what's going on.
The panties are vibrating.
Squeezing my legs together, I stifle a moan, biting down on my fist as I try to ignore the buzzing right on my clit. No matter how I move, it moves with me, the ache blooming low in my belly. Wherever he is, Adrian must have the remote.
He turns it up, the sound of it drowned out by the audio of the movie. Uncrossing my legs, I do moan out loud as he turns the dial up, the vibrations getting stronger.
Then they stop.
I pant, trying to catch my breath as I fight the urge to rub my throbbing clit. It would be so easy for me to slip a hand beneath my skirt and rub maybe once or twice. I can practically feel the orgasm looming.
To my right, a figure is slowly making their way towards me, issuing apologies to to a few people as he brushes by them.
A wave of awareness crashes over me as I hear his voice. Everyone in the room fades to the background as Adrian sits next to me, a small controller in his tattooed hand.
"Ashley," he whispers, resting his elbows on his knees.
My body gravitates towards him without my doing. It's his tone that's driving me crazy. The same tone he uses when we're alone in his bedroom. The one he uses when he's chastising my eagerness, and the one he uses when he makes me beg to cum.
With a flick of his thumb, he turns it back on, but with his free hand, he tugs my desk closer to his and interlocks his fingers with mine.
He leans closer to me, his lips just beneath the shell of my ear. "D'you want to cum?"
I squeeze my thighs together again, the moisture seeping past the thin barrier of my panties. I nod vigorously, even as he chuckles softly.
"Was that supposed to be an answer?" He asks turning the speed up.
He turns my face quickly, kissing me harshly just as a cry spills from my lips. Luckily, a musical score is playing in the movie.
"Answer me," he demands pulling just a few centimeters away, his eyes searching mine.
"Yes!" I say through gritted teeth as I squeeze his hand tighter. He has to know what this is doing to me.
"Would you do anything I asked if I let you cum?"
"Yes sir."
Even in the dim lighting, with his face so close to mine, I can see his pupils dilate at my words. He's not as unaffected by this as I thought.
"Would you suck my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?" He asks letting my hand go to trace my lips with his thumb before slipping it inside. I dutifully suck on it. He turns the power up.
"Yes sir!"
"In front of everyone in this room?" He asks.
"I'll do anything," I whisper. "Please, sir."
"Grab your stuff."
He switches the vibrator off, pocketing the remote as he stands to his full height. I quickly stuff my things in my bag, my heart racing as I follow him out into the hall, ignoring the curious glances thrown in our direction.
As a TA, Adrian has his own office in the English building. When we reach it, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, entering before I do.
He keeps the lights off as he crosses the room and Leans back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.
The difference in him is palpable. In my class, he exuded a sexual aura, but it was friendly and restrained, but now an aura of menace radiates from him. He's no longer Adrian, but my Sir.
I close my and drop my stuff, waiting for his instructions. I lower my gaze, focusing on his feet.
"On your knees."
I drop down, assuming the position: knees shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind my back.
"Come to me."
I crawl over on my hands and knees until I am just inches away. This reminds me of the first time I kneeled for him. Though it was only a few weeks ago, it feels like it was yesterday when he invited me over to his place, just to get my journal back.
Pushing off the desk, Adrian circles me like a predator might do its prey. Leaning forward, he unclasps the buttons of my shirts, pushing the material off my shoulders. I shiver at his touch, trying my hardest not to move from my position.
The bra comes off next, and the cool air of his office makes my nipples harden. Standing back in front of me, I listen as he unbuttons his black jeans, pushing them down to his thighs. His shirt joins mine on the floor and I salivate at the thought of his muscular, tattooed chest.
"Look at me."
I look up obediently, watching the light green of his eyes darken to a mossy shade. He takes his cock in hand, running his fist up and down the length of it. In his other hand is the remote. He turns it on to medium. Without an audience, I don't hold back my moans of pleasure.
With my knees so far apart, the vibrations send a direct current through my pussy.
"Take me," he says dropping the remote on his desk. "Take my cock."
I open my mouth eagerly, sucking the head, running my tongue over the slit as a drop of pre cum appears. He groans, a broken, rough sound in the back of his throat.
I can't help but to take more of him. I want to please him more than anything. Wrapping his fist in my hair, he regulates the tempo, pushing my head further down the length of his cock as he fucks my mouth.
I moan around him, the buzzing on my clit and his rough treatment sending shockwaves through my body. Slowly, he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth until my lips are wrapped around the base.
His hand tightens in my hair for just a moment before he drops it and encircles my throat. Tears burn my eyes as I struggle to keep him in my throat, fighting my gag reflex. When he gives a slight squeeze to my throat, I choke, making him growl as he pulls out.
Yanking me up by my hair, he bends me over the desk, bunching the skirt at my hips as he yanks my panties down.
"Beg."
He's behind me now, rubbing his cock between my folds. Every time he brushes over my clit, I jump just a little, and he lays a restraining hand on my hip.
SMACK.
I yelp in surprise as he slaps the right side of my ass in punishment for not doing as he asked.
"Please fuck me, sir," I whisper as my legs buckle, threatening to give out.
"Not good enough."
He slaps my ass again in the same spot. I moan, pressing my upper body against his desk, lifting my ass in the air.
"Please sir, I need you!" The throbbing in my clit has increased to the point that I can barely think straight.
SMACK.
"Say it again!"
"I need you sir, please!"
SMACK.
"Again!"
SMACK.
"Oh God! Please fuck me! I need your cock inside me! Please sir!"
Finally, he positions himself at my opening and thrusts inside to the hilt. I cry out, clawing at the desk as he pulls out, just until only the head of his cock is still inside me, then slams back in.
Adrian exhales, fucking me harder and harder as I fight the urge to climax without permission. The friction of the desk against my sensitive nipples brings me close to the brink, but I fight the urge, knowing the punishment if I disobey him.
Yanking me up by my hair, he wraps a possessive hand around the column of my throat, squeezing with enough pressure to block my airways. Even as I fight for oxygen, I drench his cock with my juices.
