Her Professor Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Her Professor Ch. 08

... without thinking. I push my hand into the side of the cuff causing it to swing around and snap around my wrist. I tighten it a couple clicks wanting to keep it loose. My scalp screams in pain as she attempts to lift me by my hair "You're trying my patience bitch. Do it properly. This is your last warning." I ratchet the cuff until it's snug against my skin. I swing my hands behind my back and struggle to get the other cuff to open. "eight, seven, ..." I finally push it through and use my other hand to tighten it up. Veronica pushes my head down towards the floor on the side of me so she can get a look behind my back. "lift 'em up so I can see." I lift my arms as best I can.. After a few seconds her foot lifts as she takes a step back. I fall to the side and roll onto my knees, curling forward into a ball wanting nothing more than to rub my aching balls.

I writhe on the floor as pain radiates from my tender crotch, causing my stomach to churn. My rage, my lust, my will to fight ... all gone. "Please ... Please just stop. I'm sorry, okay? For everything. You proved your point. Please just take these off and go."

"Nice try Willy boy, but I wasn't born yesterday. You literally just told me you want to hurt me. Instead of feeling bad for yourself, maybe try being thankful."

"Thankful? Are you serious? I'm naked and handcuffed, and I'm being tortured by you. What the fuck do I have to be grateful for?"

She snickers, "Is that all?"

Bitch! I sit up on my knees and ...

... turn towards her. "My balls hurt, my neighbor thinks I'm a pervert, and I could lose my job any day..."

"Stop ... you're turning me on." She laughs. "No matter how true, and hot all of that is, you are better off being in my handcuffs." What? No way I'm better off like this. "Think about it. You were all emotional and on the verge of throwing a tantrum. What if you grew some balls and took a swing at me? At this very moment, you would still be in handcuffs. The difference is, you'd also be in the back of a squad car. Instead of waking up in your bed tomorrow, you would be waking up in a cell next to your new masculine lover. Let's call him ... Tony. When you're finally ripped away from Tony's loving arms, you would spend the whole ride home sitting on a bag of ice, wondering if you still had a job. That's not what I want for you. That's why I chose to keep you safe. Like I promised." She runs her fingers through my hair and smiles down at me. "Don't you see how I stopped all of that from happening to you?" I don't want to give it any thought so I nod, hoping she will move on. "Oh. And just like that you're convinced? Right." She mimics my nod with a goofy look on her face. "Come on Will. Close your eyes and really think about it. Ignore everything else and just focus on what would have happened if I didn't put the handcuffs on you." Her hand continues to slide through my hair and caress my face. Compared to the cold floor and the relentless pain in my balls, her touch is ...