I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Lysander’s pov

My mouth fell open at his question.

”What?”

He knew I liked him? How? I had been so discreet, pinning after him from afar.”

”How did you know?”

”That you like me?” He chuckled. I flinched, the mocking sound chafing my already sensitive nerves raw. ”Did you really think you were subtle? Please. I have eyes. Even if I was dense, the fact that your hole literally drips every time you’re near me is a dead giveaway. The scent is very distinct, trust me.”

I cringed, embarrassment flooding through me. ”You’re lying.”

”Why would I lie?” He arched a brow. ”I’m willing to bet that if I had shown the slightest interest in you while we were in class, you would’ve flooded the entire lecture hall with your slick juices.”

Shame around my throat, choking me.

I felt him expertly tie my cock and balls, but I couldn’t react.

I could only stare at the ceiling as I tried not to die of embarrassment.

All this time, I had thought I was subtle about my feelings. I had averted his gaze when he was nearby, glued myself to the walk when he was in the vicinity, trying to both be close to him yet as far away as possible. All this time I had admired him from afar, and he had labeled me a slut with a perpetually leaking hole.

I looked at him. His hair had fallen over to obstruct his face, and he looked down at my body while he stroked my cock. He looked completely at ease with himself, the tension in his frame stemming from arousal.

He gazed up at me suddenly with a darkly pleased smile. ”Fuck, you’re very beautiful. I’ve wanted to fuck your tight little hole since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I flushed darker. I still wasn’t used to the compliments he showered generously on me. Starved for more, I almost asked him to say it again.

The only reason I hadn’t was because I was still choking on embarrassment.

The professor took a box out of the bedside drawer and opened it, dropping it to the side after picking out something tiny.

”Open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue.” He ordered, and I obeyed before I realized it.

Adeptly, he removed the barbell from my piercing before dropping it into the box. He touched my tongue again, and he slipped something into the hole left behind by the barbell.

The taste of vanilla dissolved on my tongue. I opened my mouth to ask what he had put in me, but he pressed his thumb onto my tongue.

”As I thought.” He smiled, and it looked soft, fond. ”Stunning.”

He swooped in for a kiss, rubbing his tongue against my own.

The sweet flavor of vanilla blossomed between our tongues. We shared the sweet candy, kissing until it was fully dissolved.

I panted, totally dazed when he pulled away. My lungs were burning, and I was relieved to gulp air into my body.

”Are you trying to kill me?” I panted, staring up at him with wet eyes. ”I don’t know about you, but I need air to live.”

”I should be asking you if you’re trying to kill me ” he chuckled as he stole another kiss, keeping it brief this time. ”Your blood tastes exactly like that candy. It drives me crazy to be so close to you. Fortunately, this helps to ease the need a bit.”

It pleased me to hear how badly he wanted me. Well, from the sounds of it, my blood, but he did want to fuck me. His cock was like a heavy brand against my belly.

He rose on his knees, licking his damp red lips. ”I think I’ll spend more time getting acquainted with your cock. It’s been a long time coming.”

He stroked my cock till it was heavy and aching, till my entire world centered on the need to cum.

I begged, pleaded, even cursed, but he didn’t budge. He laughed, kissing me intermittently while he tortured me.

He licked behind my ears, his fangs scraping on my sensitive skin. I trembled. Gingerly, I snuck my hand down to my cock, giving it a few firm strokes that had me coming instantly.

My back arched, and I cried out, cum spraying between us. I whimpered as the professor yanked my arm away with a growl.

”Thirsty little whore.” He hissed, glaring at me. ”You just had to do that, didn’t you? You couldn’t have behaved for me?”

I blinked, feeling ashamed suddenly. Being dominated by the professor was all I dreamed of, but when faced with the reality of it, I had chosen the easy way out instead of being good for him.

I swallowed dryly. ”I’m sorry.”

He observed me for a long, silent moment. ”I forgive you. But as punishment, you’re forbidden from coming for the rest of the day. Do you understand?”

”Yes.” I swallowed the word master before it could pop free.

The professor and I have not discussed the possibility of this being long term. For all I knew, he was just scratching an itch and would toss me aside when he was done. I wasn’t going to risk

embarrassing myself any further.

He stroked my cock till it was painfully hard again. I tried my best not to cum, but it was hard.

Bucking my hips, I tried to chase his retreating fist.

”No, please!”

He let out a disappointed tsk. ” It seems you can’t behave without extra help. Fortunately for you, I’m in a giving mood.”

He got up from my body, sitting at the edge of the mattress. I opened my mouth to speak but he hushed me.

Pulling me over his knee, he struck my ass with a hard blow that had me lurching forward.

I gasped, stunned into freezing.

Did he just smacked me?

Fuck, why did that turn me on more than it should? I felt my hole twitching, spitting out more slick.

”My goodness, what an easy whore.” The honeyed baritone of his voice had my insides flexing with need. ”All I did was hit you.” He did it again, making me groan. ”-and your hole started gushing like a leaky faucet. Tell me, what would happen if I sucked on your puffy hole? Will you bathe us both with your juices?”

I pressed my face into the mattress, panting hard. ”I - I don’t know.”

I could hear the smile in his tone. ”Let’s find out, shall we?”

”Wait, what?” I squeaked, glancing behind me. His hand pushed my head back into the mattress, and then I felt it.-

His tongue right on the rim of my hole.

It slipped inside with little

resistance. The squelching sounds his tongue elicited was downright obscene. I’d never heard anything more lewd in my life.

His lips closed around my wet hole, sucking up the slick that gushed out of it. The suction of his lips alongside the drag of his tongue against the most intimate part of me was too much. I couldn’t handle it.

I was going to die from how good it felt.

”Ohhhh!” I shouted, as a strange looming rose up inside me. ”Professor - fuck!”

The muscles of my hole flexed repeatedly, and that was the only warning my body gave me before a deluge of slick squirted out of my ass. It splashed everywhere, like my hole had become a goddamn hose.

I screamed, pleasure engulfing my mind. My hole spasmed, and I heard him cough above me. A second later, he laughed.

”I was right.” He slapped my ass again even as it kept squirting more clear slick into the air. ”Fucking hell, it’s like a water fall is pouring out of your hole.”

I groaned miserably, too senseless with pleasure to think. My hole kept twitching, spitting more fluid with every spasm.

I shuddered, struggling to breathe.

When I finally caught my breath, I glanced over my shoulder at the professor.

He was staring down at me with a grin, his face and shirt drenched with my slick. Only, he wasn’t the only thing staring down at me.

Just beside the bed, a camera was mounted on a tripod. The blinking red light of the recording device winked at me as my blood ran cold.