The Professor's Pet (A BDSM Romance Novel) Read Online Free

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    Then I’d flipped through her Kindle, and my initial amusement at the seriously extensive collection of bodice-rippers had been quickly overtaken by anger; I was tired of the Fifty-Shades-of-Grey poseurs who thought they knew what dominance and submission was because they owned a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. And so I’d pushed, and she’d responded in a way that was totally unexpected, and my arousal had taken me entirely by surprise.
    And now I was being a jackass.
    It wasn’t supposed to be that way – this connection; this trust that one partner gave another during a session was usually the strongest and most personal of bonds; way more intense and connected than sex. Trust was a powerful aphrodisiac.
    “Jenny would kill me right now for being such an asshole,” I thought to myself. Jenny Stone been my girlfriend and my submissive for three years. The breakup had been six months ago, and though it had been the right thing to do for both of us, there was still pain. Something that had existed for three years always left behind scars.
    I braced myself for the usual flash of pain that accompanied thoughts of Jenny, and it was there, but it was muffled by Emily’s presence in my bed. That was i nteresting; it hadn’t happened before.
    “Ok, Ballard, ease up a tiny bit, she’s actually supposed to have fun as well,” I muttered to myself, as I lowered my mouth on that pretty, pretty cunt.
    ***
    Emily:
    His tongue licked a slow line from the bottom of my pussy, all the way up to my clitoris, and he sucked it in, and I nearly arched off the bed , anchored only by my feverish hold on the headboard slats.
    “Tsk, tsk,” he chided. “Keep still, Emily, remember?”
    “Sorry, Professor Ballard,” I muttered. I would have said anything to him right then, anything to get him to continue his slow, leisurely exploration of my pussy.
    “Tell me what you like, Emily,” he encouraged, his tongue flicking in and out of my wet pussy. He used his hands to pull my outer lips aside; his lips gently tugged on the inner lips. I groaned.
    “Words, Emily, use your words,” he said, looking up. “Tell me what works for you.”
    “That’s just fine,” I breathed out. His tongue went back to taking a long lick up my entire slit, and I groaned. “Harder,” I begged.
    “That’s a good girl,” he said. He increased the pressure, grinding his tongue into my pussy, using his teeth to nibble on my inner lips.
    I hissed.
    “Too much?” he asked.
    “Please, again,” I begged.
    He chuckled and repeated the motion; I clenched in response, my legs coming together involuntarily as the heat swept through my body.
    “Keep your legs spread, Emily, or I’ll tie them down, and spank you hard for my trouble,” he said, his voice hard.
    Fuck. My pussy just gushed in response to his tone, and he could tell; his mouth was on me. I blushed beet-red that he would know how turned on I was by his harshness.
    “You want to get spanked, Emily?” he asked, a mused. “The night’s still young.” His tongue continued its assault on my pussy and my clitoris; and he pushed in a finger into me, thrusting deep and firm into my body.
    “Please,” I begged.
    “You don’t get to come unless I give you permission, Emily, do you understand?” His voice was level.
    “Yes, Professor Ballard,” I groaned, incoherent with lust. There was no way I w as going to be able to do this; no way that I was going to be able to hold back. “Please,” I moaned, as his finger moved inside me.
    “Please what?” His voice was muffled; he didn’t move his tongue away from my clitoris.
    “Please, another finger in my pussy,” I ground out.
    He raised his head, his hand tapped my pussy. Hard. I nearly jumped off the bed as sensations from that spank rushed through my body; I growled with need and arousal as my entire body tingled from that brief tap.
    “This is a cunt, Emily,” he corrected me. “Not a pussy. Do