1. Her Professor Ch. 08


    Date: 8/10/2024, Categories: BDSM Author: bysturdystool, Source: Literotica 

    ... difficult to not enjoy. I close my eyes.

I remember I was on my knees, fucking seething with hatred. I wanted her to suffer, in every way possible. A sobering memory gives me chills, how I considered prison to be a price worth paying. Was I seriously that out of my mind? I would choose being locked up for years with Tony just to hurt her? No matter how much I hate to admit it, she was right. I most likely would have ended up hurting her. The dominoes all topple over one by one. She would have called the police and I would have been arrested. She would share the videos, I'd be fired, I would have everything taken from me. My head falls forward. My jaw tightens as I feel tears forming. I don't know what emotion I'm feeling, all I know is I need to let it out. My breath gets shaky and inevitably the first tear slides down my cheek. Veronica's finger wipes it away and lifts my head up to face her.

Softly she says "Look at me Will." I look at her through the blurry veil of tears. "Did I keep you safe?" my throat gets tight. I attempt to speak but no sound comes out, so I resort to a simple nod. "Good, ...
    ... and why did I keep you safe? I'll give you a hint. It's the most important fact."

I don't want to say the words. It's not true ... right? I mean, I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her. Naked in handcuffs getting all emotional. But she was right about me needing to be handcuffed. Maybe she is right about a lot of things, but I'm just too stubborn to consider that I might be wrong. I'm lost and absolutely broken and she knows it. She could destroy me but doesn't. Why? What does that mean? Would she hold herself back if she truly hated me? I don't think so. Her hand on my face feels so kind and soothing. Could she genuinely care about me? Maybe she never grew out of that phase where kids are mean to their crushes. Are there people out there that think this is how you show affection? I can feel my grip on reality slipping, but I find peace in the idea of letting go. Allowing myself to drop every wall, being left bare and vulnerable. She smiles sweetly at me for the first time and I can't help but feel ... loved. The words come easy, in fact I'm smiling when I say them. "Because ... I belong to you."
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