Continued from Part I
A man’s voice, “Hey professor, I really need some extra tutor— oh.”
The warm voice, the smile lines at the eyes, the classic haircut, the knit cardigan. It wasn’t a student. It was her husband, Bradley.
He quickly shut the door behind himself and locked it.
Julia blinked. “You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing there?” he said.
“It was an accident.”
He surveyed her from head to toe. Her flushed cheeks, her firm nipples, her gooseflesh, her sopping wet vulva, her curled toes.
“Uh huh,” he said. “An accident.”
“Really!”
“Looks like I got here just in time, then.”
“Why are you here, though?”
“We’d planned to get lunch together, remember? I know you’re busy so I just graded papers, but then I realized if you’d forgotten to meet me you’d probably forgotten to eat altogether, so…” He lifted a bag from the college food court that he’d carried in and then set that on the desk.
Julia flushed with appreciation and renewed arousal.
Next to where he’d set the bag was a little remote, and he lifted that and considered it. “This is the part you forgot, isn’t it?”
“Yes! Can you let me out?”
“No.” Bradley’s grin curled into a kind of mischievous smirk that would have shocked his students. In the classroom, he was always so mild-mannered. Bashful, even. Not so in bed.
He set the remote back on the desk and stepped over to evaluate Julia more closely.
“You’ve gotten yourself in quite the bind, haven’t you?” he said.
“Oh god, Bradley, not the puns…”
“What are you going to do about it? You’re all trussed up and nowhere to go.”
“Bradley…”
“C’mon, don’t be tongue tied. No need to restrain yourself.”
“Shut your stupid, pretty mouth and fuck me!” Julia wiggled against the bonds as hard as she could, gasping at the increased pressure on her vulva and the tingle of electricity.
“Not yet,” Bradley said. “You know how I love a captive audience.”
Julia was too aroused to complain this time.
He leaned his face down to hers and kissed her, then bit her lip, then nibbled her ear.
Julia shivered and moaned, no longer capable of forming words.
He pressed his finger against her lips. “Shhh. Someone might hear.” And then with a cruel glint in his eye, he pinched her nipple.
She squealed with pleasure.
“Shhhh…” He pinched her other nipple.
Julia bit her lip and struggled to hold in another moan. “N-not fair! Meanie!”
He trailed his fingers from her shoulder, down the dip of her waist and over her hip. “You like it.”
She shivered, wetness spilling from her vulva and down the side of her thigh.
He traced his fingertips over her breasts, her stomach, her ass, her feet.
She gasped and wiggled and shuddered and did her best to stifle moans.
Finally he leaned back and she was both relieved and disappointed.
There were footsteps in the hallway.
Bradley grinned and stepped behind her.
“Wait, the fuck! Bradley! What are you going to do?” she hissed.
He didn’t reply.
There were twin shadows under the door, the feet of the approaching student. The doorknob rattled, but didn’t open. The student knocked.
Bradley traced a fingertip across Julia’s swollen, wet, aching vulva.
“Ah!” She couldn’t hold in the moan of surprised pleasure.
“Oh!” said the student at the door. A young woman from the morning section. “Professor?”
Julia’s mind struggled to surface from the pool of heady pleasure.
“Professor? S-sorry, you’ve left the door locked…”
Bradley circled his fingertip over Julia’s clit. She squinted her eyes shut and bit her lip to hold in the moan.
Bradley leaned over her ear from behind and whispered, “She’s waiting for an answer…”
“T-terribly sorry Courtney, I’m just a bit t-tied up at the moment…”
Bradley grabbed each of Jula’s ass cheeks in a hand, spreading her open. She knew he was looking at her sopping wet mess of a vulva and that it was making him hard. God, she wanted his dick in her so bad.
“Oh,” Courtney said. “Should I… come back later? I’m just having some trouble with the figures for tomorrow’s problem set…”
Julia took a deep breath and gathered her wits about her, though just barely. “If you could be so kind, please. So sorry for this being awkward, I’ve done a poor job planning for the grant deadline so I’ve locked myself in her until I finish. I’ll be extending all this week’s homework deadlines since I won’t be able to grade anyway. I’d drafted an email but, well, in classic style I’ve just realized I forgot to hit ‘send’.”
“Oh! That’s no trouble at all. So sorry to bother you. See you tomorrow!”
Julia took a breath to answer, but then Bradley’s fingertip pressed between her labia and she gasped.
Courtney fretted at the door a moment longer, then walked away.
Julia turned to frown at Bradley. “Look what you’ve done, you’ve made me disappoint her!”
“What I have done,” he said, “Is saved her from the trauma of walking in on her favorite professor naked. And what I am doing now is collecting my reward.”
He pressed a second finger inside her and it filled her with the most delicious heat.
“O-okay,” she said, “T-that’s a good point…”
Her arousal swelled in anticipation of him getting ready to fuck her properly, but he withdrew again and left her frowning and searching for him.
He came around in front of her, another cruel glint in his eyes and another wicked smile on his pretty lips.
Julia gulped.
First, he shrugged of his cardigan. Then, unbuttoned his oxford one… by one…
Julia trembled, wanting to see him naked already, but knowing that if she protested, he’d go even slower.
His erection throbbed against the front of his khakis, but he didn’t undo his belt yet.
Instead, he left his unbuttoned oxford on his arms and leaned down to untie his left shoe, then his right. Julia had never seen anyone remove their socks so slowly, so alluringly, as Bradley did just then.
Then he stood and put his fingertips to his belt.
She quivered with expectation.
He let her shake for a moment before feeding the loose end through the buckle and slowly pulling the two ends apart. He slipped the belt out of its loops and set it aside.
He rubbed his erection through the front of his khakis, moaning quietly, leting his expression show his pleasure.
Julia shook, forgetting her earlier resolve to not beg. “Please…”
Bradley paused, as she knew he would. “Please, what?”
“I don’t even fucking know, you’re driving me crazy…”
Bradley smiled and laughed. His eyes always looked so kind when he laughed. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Alright, I’ll show some mercy.” He unbuttoned his pants, stepped out of them and his boxers, and stood before her naked. His shaft was already hard and throbbing.
Even through her haze, Julia knew that it was partly mercy and partly Bradley’s own excitement getting away from him.
But he did not do what she had so desperately hoped and come around to fuck her.
Instead, he looked down at her and started to stroke himself.
Julia whimpered. “Please… Please, fuck me!”
“Not yet,” he said.
“Why?!”
“Because seeing you like this has got me all hot and bothered and I would last about two seconds. And that’s no fun.”
“W-what about my fun?”
He smiled at her, knowingly. “This is your fun. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Julia pouted. “I mean, yes, but you don’t have to call me out like that!”
“Yes, I do. It’s part of my fun.” He kneeled next to her and reached around her ass and fingered her again.
She moaned and writhed in pleasure, but it was all too short.
He returned his soaking wet hand to his shaft and started stroking in earnest. He moaned a bit louder.
Every nerve in Julia’s body tingled with heat.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you like this…” Bradley’s arousal was quickly building, his face overcome with pleasure. “Just seeing you like this is making me… oh fuck, Julia…”
There was another reason that Julia only allowed her students to call her “Professor” or “Doctor”. It was because from the very first time that she had ever heard her name from Bradley’s tongue, from the very first time it had rolled between his lips and come to meet her ear, she had known that she only ever wanted to hear her name in that way, she wanted it to only ever come from him.
Julia trembled desperately. “Bradley, please! Please come on me and fuck me, please—”
Bradley’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, his breathing quickened. “Oh Julia…”
“Yes, please, yes yes, yes!”
With a barely-stifled moan Bradley’s balls spasmed and he pumped rope after rope of cum onto Julia’s breasts.
It was so warm, her skin was so sensitive, her mind was drowning in pleasure, she felt on the edge of climax but there was no release, only growing, swelling, aching, panting urgency.
Even as Bradley’s climax tapered off, he did not soften in the slightest.
He put his hand to her cheek and met her eyes, and she knew. She knew her release was coming. Her body quivered with anticipation.
He wasted no time in coming around behind her, lining his tip up to her swollen, wet entrance and pressing inside.
Julia moaned loudly.
Bradley clamped one hand over her mouth and pressed the other over her pubic mound, fingers curling around to her clit from the front.
And then he fucked her, pulling her down onto himself as he thrust into her, the angle putting his tip right against her G-spot, his fingers running circles over her clit.
Julia could not think, she could only feel. Every nerve in her body was hot, electric sensation. She could have stayed like that forever. Except that she was desperate to come.
And she was so close. A pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure. Her moans deepened. She nodded into Bradley’s hand.
He kept up his exact pace.
She slowly approached the edge. She was breathing so quickly. There was so much of Bradley’s skin against her skin. If it had been up to her, she would have been far over the edge, but as it were she could only surrender to Bradley’s ministrations.
And it was this perfect, slow, incredible explosion.
The heat blossomed and every muscle in her body contracted together, the muscles of her sex squeezing around his shaft, the electric tingle of the restraints digging deeper, air forced out of her lungs, throat tight and shaping it into a scream. Bradley’s hand over her mouth made it quieter, but not by much.
Then a second clear wave. Then a third.
And then as the contractions of pleasure continued, her body started to relax. First her throat, so that her screams became moans. Then her arms, and her legs, and her ass, melting into Bradley’s embrace. For a minute or more, the contracts of her climax pulsed through her body.
It was not just the anticipation of the past fifteen minutes that flowed out of her, but also the stress of the grant writing, the tension of the week. It all drained and drained and drained until she was completely relaxed and utterly content.
Bradley wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, then brushed her hair back from his face.
He was still inside of her. He hadn’t climaxed again, but he was relaxing with her. His shaft throbbed as it softened, and she loved that feeling.
He nuzzled his cheek into the back of her neck. “God, I love it when you come when I’m inside you…”
Julia was too dizzy in the afterglow to form words, so she just nodded.
They fell asleep together there, for some unknown amount of time. Julia really would have to replace the batteries in her clock.
They both stirred and Bradley finally went over to the desk and triggered the release. The fibers went slack around Julia and she was finally able to move again. He helped rub the blood back into her muscles — though he spent a disproportionate amount of time on her ass for obviously selfish reasons — and then they dressed again.
Julia finally checked the clock on her phone. It was evening.
“Better get back to work,” she sighed.
Bradley put his arm around her shoulder, his cardigan soft against her cheek. “Actually, I was thinking,” he said, “that since you ghosted me for lunch, you have no choice but to come get dinner with me.”
Julia took a deep breath and put her phone away. “I’m just worried about the grant.”
He kissed her cheek. “I know. But, love, you’ve been done for days.”
“Are you sure?!”
“I am very sure because you’ve asked me to proof read it eight times.”
“But what if…”
He poked her in the ribs. “Jesus Christ, Julia, I’m an English professor for God’s sake. If I say the paper is good, it’s good.”
Julia rolled her eyes, but snuggled further into him. “Okay, okay. Fine. I guess dinner won’t hurt.”
He kissed the top of her head. “That’s a good girl.”
Julia’s heart fluttered like a crushy school girl as Bradley took her hand and lead her up and out of the basement.
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