ARIA
"Good girl," he purred, his voice heavy with dark satisfaction. "The punishment for defiance is complete. Now, we begin the lesson on control."
The sting of the final strike was still searing across my backside, but the sound of his voice— low, intimate, victorious— shattered the pain. He didn't wait for my compliance; he simply pulled me up and lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I was a puppet, my legs weak and shaking, molded instantly to his hardness.
He walked me back to his large desk, the one still littered with the assignments I'd delivered. He set me down hard, directly onto the heap of submitted papers. The rustle of paper beneath me was a mocking reminder of the professional boundary we had annihilated.
"Darien", I said softly.
"Hush princess", he said and traced patterns on my bare thighs with his fingertips. He took the hem of my short black halter dress and, with ruthless efficiency, bunched the fabric up over my hips. The cool office air hit the skin he'd just punished, but the sharp sting was already fading, swallowed by a rising, internal pressure.
"Darien I'm sorry".
"But princess, I'm just getting started. This will happen, sorry or not". His stormy gray eyes lowered and I instinctively clenched my thighs. "Open those pretty legs babygirl".
I hesitated. Then his hand came down on my thigh and it echoed throughout the office. I obeyed immediately.
"Someone's very stubborn. And wet. You liked me spanking you, didn't you?"
I flushed. It was intense. And painful. But after the pain faded, an intoxicating hum of pleasure coursed through me. "I didn't".
"I don't like liars Aria". His fingers ghosted over my core and my hips bucked, chasing the friction. "Palms on the desk".
I obeyed immediately.
He chuckled and his fingers slipped the lace of my panties to the side. I chased the contact. "Sit still", he growled, "Or I'll stop".
"N…no please", I whimpered pathetically.
He trailed his fingers up my inner thighs. I took deep, shallow breaths. He was torturing me. And he knew it. He was having fun.
"Darien please. Stop teasing".
"Teasing?", his voice dropped an octave with a teasing lilt, "Princess this is punishment. You think this is a game?"
"No", I breathed out, "It's not. Just please stop".
His lips tilted upwards in a sadistic smirk. "You beg pretty Aria. Let's see if I can draw some more". He got on his knees and shoved my thighs further apart.
"Darien", his name left my lips with a strangled cry as he slid two fingers deep inside me.
His fingers set a punishing rhythm. The sound of my arousal making a squelching sound through the office.
I panted, my body seizing up when his fingers brushed that sensitive spot. "Yeah", I sighed.
My climax came quickly. I clenched around his fingers and my hips ground on them.
He noticed. He always does. Just as I tipped over the edge, he withdrew his fingers and smacked my core.
I froze. The pain registered barely. The loss of my orgasm did. "Darien", I mumbled disoriented.
He said nothing, just watched me with those beautiful stormy grays.
"You can't…"
He cocked his head slowly. "I can. You're mine princess. Mine to break. Mine to ruin. Mine to worship".
Then he lowered his head to my center. I ground against his face. His teeth grazed my clit, and clamped down on my inner thigh. "You don't listen".
I screamed.
"In as much as I love hearing you princess, you're being too loud. You don't want people to know that it's your professor making you feel good, now would you?"
I glared down at him. How the fuck did he mean he was making me feel good? He denied me my orgasm. And he bit me. I felt it pulsing, and I felt drops of blood drip down my thigh.
"So pretty", he murmured and his tongue lapped at the blood. Then he trailed a line from my thigh to my center.
A guttural moan rumbled at the back of my throat when he licked a line from my clit to my entrance. And plunged into my depths.
My fingers tangled into his messy curly hair.
He growled. "Very disobedient this afternoon". His teeth clamped down on my sensitive bud, and my eyes watered.
That only heightened the pleasure. I felt my climax slam into me like a freight engine. Darien withdrew before I could.
I sobbed, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Darien please"
He hummed and rubbed my clit in tight circles. "What'd you want princess? Talk to me".
"Please let me cum. Please. I'll be good. Your good girl. I promise. Please. I won't run".
A low laugh rumbled in his chest. "And if you do?"
I thought about it for a while. "Punish me".
A low cavernous growl from him had me dripping even more. It sounded inhuman. It was his wolf.
He was on me in a flash. Mouth and fingers. I bit my lip to prevent me from crying out. My toes curled in my shoes.
"Please can I cum sir?". The coil in my lower belly was wound tight.
"Cum for me babygirl".
I shattered, eyes crossing and back arching. His name left my lips severally, every other word incoherent gibberish.
He rode me through my high, drawing it out. My body twitched with the aftershocks.
I barely registered him carrying me. I felt the heat of him. He cradled me in his arms, cooing sweet nothings in my ear.
"You did so well for me princess".
° ° ° °
After the post-orgasmic haze had faded, reality set in.
I felt terrible.
I could feel my wolf's happiness. The hum beneath my skin roared like a jet engine.
I felt safe in his arms, but at the same time, a tad violated.
"I need to go", I whispered.
"Running again?"
"No. No. I just…. I need to go home. This was a lot".
He watched me for a bit and then helped me stand on my feet. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. He cupped my face and kissed my forehead.
How can he be this soft after being so intense?
° ° ° °
I walked to the student parking lot, trying to calm the beast in me.
"You're too excited about this", I hissed in my head.
She didn't respond. Of course she didn't.
I got to my car and clicked it open with the remote. I got into the driver's side, barely registering anything. My movements were mechanical.
"Hello Aria".
I screamed.
"Sorry to startle you".
"Who are you?! How the fuck did you get into my car?"
"Pardon me. I'm Virgil. You've met my brother. Darien".
My jaw dropped to the floor of my car.
"We need to talk, flower".