AN- I cannot believe this chapter hit 9,000 words. I don't know if I should be ashamed or worried. Don't expect it again. But this chapter was a beast to tackle and took on a mind of its own. It was picked up and put back so many times it would make your damn head spin. It took me so many days to complete and may be all over the place because I was constantly changing tones and intents as a passing whim. Half of this is a very smutty class lesson and an equally smutty private lesson. I had to do some research and actually use some of my British history background for some of this. I hope it's fun, hot, and educational. Lastly, I am not an expert nor do I have a degree in this. I'm pretty sure half of what he's doing in class is probably illegal so just take it with a grain of salt.
Disclaimer: This is not sponsored but there is a sex toy company I mention that I absolutely love when they aren't sending me my packages with big giant holes in them that cause my mailman to have to deliver my sex toys personally out of box. I recommend.
Rate My Professor
*And I'm Feeling Good*
It had been two days — two long agonizing days since her encounter with Professor Killian Jones with not so much as an email. Maybe he had changed his mind about the whole thing? Made the choice that maybe she was not worth the trouble of losing his job over? There were a number of thoughts occupying her mind on a Thursday morning, especially her impending class with said professor.
She rolled onto her back, closing her eyes as the images of his deviant stare assaulted her brain. She could still feel the phantom of his touch against her skin, hear the sounds of her moans in response to his words as she pleasured herself in front of him. She had never done anything like that before — it felt obscene and erotic knowing that he watched her intently as she got herself off. She felt her thoughts drifting off to what he had in store for her next. He had promised to teach her about pleasure — but just what did he have planned?
She thought back to the subject of his lecture and the related sexual display in his office after class — the two seemed to coincide with one another. It couldn't have been a coincidence — could it? There was only one logical way to find out.
With piqued curiosity, she twisted herself under her stomach, using her forearms to inch toward her nightstand. She tugged her laptop onto the bed in front of her and flipped it open. She keyed in her password, bringing the machine to life before tabbing over to her web browser to pull up her school account — luckily she was already logged in.
She clicked the class homepage — something she rarely did for any other class to take a peek of what was on the agenda for that day's class. She scrolled down on the syllabus to locate today's date, nearly scrolling past it in her search and read it over with a keen eye.
Week 2- "The Art of Feeling Good" a lesson on the psychology of masturbation and sexual impulse
Tuesday: Why do we feel the urge to pleasure ourselves and what is the mind's sensory response to it?
Thursday: The history of masturbatory aids: pornography, deviancy, and the natural progression of female masturbatory aids and self pleasure.
Emma gulped, reading the screen. Another lesson in self pleasure? She wasn't sure if she could handle yet another lesson on masturbation — at some point her clit was going to fall right off her body from its constant abuse and stimulation. Was there such a thing as too many orgasms? Of course, none of them were nearly as fulfilling as the one that Professor Jones had coaxed from her the other day.
When it came to the unpredictable mind of Professor Killian Jones — anything was possible.
Emma walked in the lecture hall earlier than expected — the last class was still filing out of the room and she had to maneuver her way through the throng of people to claim her seat in the front. She was nervous, apprehensive, anxious, excited… There were so many emotions running through all at once that she had briefly considered seeing a therapist to diagnose her with bi-polar. Seriously! Was there something wrong with her?
She slid into her seat, slumping her bag onto the floor as she sank down into the safety of the chair — the only thing that was keeping her grounded at the moment. She clung onto it like the world's largest safety net, there to provide a buffer between her and her professor's sexual tension.
She sat back, fidgeting in her seat as more students arrived for class, her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other as it got closer to class time. She chewed on her fingernails, waiting impatiently for his arrival as the large clock posted at the front of the lecture all ticked down the agonizing minutes.
She was prepared for anything — at least she hoped she was prepared for anything. She was wearing a low cut top, generously bearing her cleavage, the tops of her breasts clearly visible underneath the thin fabric. Not wanting her effort to look painfully obvious she had opted for a pair of low-rise skinny jeans that hugged her curves and provided an excellent view of her backside.
She also wasn't going to make the same mistake she did last time wearing ordinary undergarments — while a pair of lacy boybriefs were sexy enough for her — she wasn't sure what the foremost expert on sex would think about them. For the occasion, she selected a lacy red thong with a matching bra, it's crimson hue peering up through her see-through white top, just enough to tease what lay beneath. The goal was to disrupt his train of thought and to have him drooling before class ended.
All sense of control left her body when she heard the door slam shut at the back of the lecture hall — a deafening silence falling over the room as he walked, tugging a large crate seated on top of a small handcart. She strained in her chair to get a closer look as to what may be inside but shifted backwards when it suddenly appeared before her. She looked up slowly, her head tilting upward to see none other than Professor Killian Jones, the sexual connoisseur looming over her.
"It isn't polite to stare." He chastised before wheeling away to settle himself at the front of the class leaving her mouth agape at his brazen behavior toward her. Her eyes followed to where he unlatched the crate from the contraption he used to wheel it in and plopped it up on top of the table with an audible crash that drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Professor Jones stared up at the class, a wicked gleam in his eye as he leaned against the box, lighting tapping his fingers on top of it. "Welcome to our second class covering the 'Art of Masturbation.' I'm so glad you could all fit me into your busy schedules." He pronounced the word 'schedules' in the most European way possible. "As if you had a choice in the matter." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, earning a laugh from the students.
"If you recall from our last class together… I know it was so long ago…" He waved his hand before crossing in front of the long table to come and stand in the front of the class. "I teased that we would be covering the history of masturbatory aids, their applications, and the history behind them as it relates to social normalities and changing technology." He explained.
"I'm not one of those professors that wishes to bore his students to sleep. I've been told by several of my students in the past that even the most interesting of subjects can put them to sleep…" He alluded as he walked over to the wall to flip the light switch, plunging the majority of the lecture hall into darkness. "We will be going over a lecture on the history and evolution of pornography and I expect you all to take extensive notes. This will be on the first exam of the semester and just a heads up it's not multiple choice." He provided as he flipped another switch that lowered the projector screen.
He strode back over to his laptop and connected it to the screen revealing a powerpoint aptly titled "The Evolution of Modern Pornography." He looked from his computer to behind him to make sure they were seeing the same thing as he was. "Okay great. It appears I haven't fucked this up." He said aloud.
"Now I know that pornography as a very long and extensive history dating back a millenia ago. I could conduct an entire curriculum on the subject but alas I am not an art history professor so we are only going to cover the last two or so centuries." He told them as the rest of the class groaned in disapproval. "For those interested the history building is adjacent to this one. Feel free to meet with an advisor after class if you feel the need to do so. Now with that out of the way, we can move on." He rolled up his sleeves as the heat began to kick in.
"We begin our lecture on pornography with a brief history of its origins and how it came to the US." He began, clicking the controller to pull up the next slide. "Pornography had already been a well-established form of personal entertainment for it's less prudish countries like France…" He explained as Emma scribbled down the bullet points on the screen accompanied by a map of 18th century Europe showing migration patterns. "As people migrated to the United States they brought along a wealth of pornography…"
The next slide he pulled up contained several images of 18th century pornography on a multitude of items. "This included things like playing cards and postcards." He sat back watching as the students took in the images of French playing cards bearing an artful renderings of sex between a man and a woman. "You will notice that you only really see that the women depicted in these images are nude. That is because pornography was catered to men."
Professor Jones pointed toward the postcards before continuing on, "You'll see these interpretations are of the female body. It was mostly glorifying the female body as you can see that the bodies vary in shape and size. These are reletavely tame by today's standards and early pornography tended to not include actual pornographic situations."
"But the trend of using this mechanisms for pornography have prevailed over time and represent the evolution of social acceptance of pornography by gradually incoporating different sexual situations, fetishes, and even male nudity." He explained, throwing a few images up on the screen of vintage playing cards in various sexual scenarios.
She tilted her head, examining each one as they gradually got more explicit. It ranged from art renderings of bondage situations, to black and white photographs from the Edwardian period, all the way to modern photos of very graphic porn. She blinked rapidly, her cheeks heating at the images that left her flustered and unable to concentrate.
"Moving on… there was another type of porn that was making its way into the mainstream at the time… and that was erotic literature." He announced, pointing to the screen to change the slide. "During the early to late Victorian period erotic literature was starting to to be disseminated. Two works to come out at this time was 'The Lustful Turk' and 'Venus in Furs.'"
"I've taken the liberty of including a video clip of the silent film version of 'The Lustful Turk,' which I would like you to view on your own time. We will be coming back to this in a future lecture." He gave them a heads up. "It wasn't until the 1880's and the invention of the halftone, which revolutionized printing by implementing a way to print faster and at a cheaper cost." He continued, directing them toward the slide with a photo of the aforementioned printing press. "This latest technology saw the mass production of pornographic images."
"The 1880's was also the starting point for the film industry. Pornographers sought to use this new technology to produce short silent pornographic films with mostly female leads." He pointed to a gif of one of the silent films. "It often included women in a matter of everyday situations only nude — very similar to the other pornographic images we've seen up to this point."
She continued to scribble — her eyes drifting up toward the screen and her notebook as she took notes.
"Now one of the biggest things to hit the mainstream following World War II was this." He said, producing a vintage issue of Playboy Magazine in his hand, holding it up for the entire class to see, despite the lack of lighting. "For many of the young men growing up in the 1950's this was the end all be all of pornography."
He did not just pull out a Playboy out of his bag. She shielded her gaze, her mind turning into mush trying to figure out just how many issues of the men's magazine he owned.
"I have fond memories of stealing my da's copies of Playboy, as I'm sure many of you do as well. But I suppose now they would be electronic copies." He noted solemnly before throwing up a photo of the first issue of the magazine and the latest issue.
"The trend prompted many magazines to join the pornographic magazine craze." He said, placing the magazine back on the table delicately so as to not ruin the collector's item. "And this brings us to the second wave of sexual liberation that took place in the 1960's and 1970's."
"This time period really dropped the veil of human sexuality for both male's and female's to the point where it was being talked about quite openly. You had cinema's erected to showing pornography. You could now purchase films for you to view in your own home. And last but not least, the popularization of sex shops declaring that the sexual revolution was here." He explained to the class to the accompanying images of some of these advancements.
"I'm sure you are familiar with one of the most popular pornographic films of the 1970's." He directed his attention to the movie poster of 'Deep Throat' starring Lina Lovelace. "This film really revolutionized the porn industry with its inclusion of a plot — something that really hadn't been done before. It also was one of the films that really normalized pornography for a wide audience."
"Which brings us to this latest burst of pornography with the introduction of the internet. Or as I like to consider it — lazy porn." He chuckled, grinning in amusement at the reception of the joke. "You guys really have it easy. You can access any matter of pornography in any given format at the tap of a button." He argued. "Things like PornHub has put the viewer in the driver's seat of one of the largest catalogues of pornography ever assembled. With the addition of webcams and smartphones, just about anyone can make and distribute pornography. And now, several people are getting rich by charging people to view it on OnlyFans." He stated, hearing muffled speech from several students talking about the subject.
"I appreciated your undivided attention and I will make sure to post today's slides onto the class webpage so that you can view several of the links I included in the powerpoint. You will have a discussion board post due before next Tuesday's class on some of the clips. So make sure you watch them… I will know if you didn't." He walked over to the wall to flip on the lights and raise the screen into the ceiling.
Emma blinked rapidly, adjusting to the light in the room and the casual conversations going on around her as the professor walked back over to the crate on the table and began digging through it. She leaned forward in her seat, craning to get a good look at the box's contents but instead met the wolfish stare of her professor.
She flinched in her seat, her eyes going wide at the expression on his face, gauging her reaction as he pulled highly recognizable items from the box. She clamped her hand over her mouth, attempting to hide her shock and surprise as he set a brand spanking new Hitachi on the table.
She had to be seeing things — there was no fucking way that her gorgeous professor was setting down a personal arsenal of vibrators on the table in front of her.
He smirked at her reaction, taking pleasure in the way she reacted to each and every item he pulled out to teach his lesson on masturbatory aids — the presence of them having a clear impact on his favorite student.
As he finished unpacking the rest of the items from the box, the reactions of several of the students became apparent — yet no one seemed to be more uncomfortable than she was at that very moment.
"I would like to thank our friends at Love Honey for donating several of these objects to today's lesson. In a shameless plug for business, they would like me to remind all of you that all of these can be purchased on their website at 25 percent off with their college student discount code." He shook his head, setting the box down on the floor.
Emma gulped at the sight of him looming over the toy collection in front of him, his hands gripping the table as he surveyed each one.
"For the last part of today's lecture I want to focus on the evolution of mastubatory aids geared toward women in an attempt to depict sexual crazes throughout time." He explained, popping his head up, curling his mouth into an amused smile.
"Most vibrators of the early 20th century were marketed as beauty products for women, mainly personal massagers. It wasn't until the 1970's that the demand and commercialization for women's sex toys really started to take off." He reached out in front of him and picked up the Hitachi, holding it in plain view of his class. "And it all started with this. It still serves the same function of a personal massager, but it was the first time it was being geared to women as a device to use for sexual pleasure. This also happens to be the most popular one of all time and is still being made today, clearly." He added before setting it down.
"This has been used by women over decades to bring them pleasure by simply holding it against the clitoris to bring forth an orgasm. It also does a good job relieving some pain and stress in the neck." He said for added effect, gesturing to the item.
"The 1970's also birthed the personal vibrator. It was slightly less intimidating than a personal massager with the added benefit of its small size for accessibility." He held up a cylindrical plastic object with a rounded tip. "Sure this one is rather basic and doesn't include any of the new bells and whistles of its successors but it is very useful for its designed purpose." He placed it back down.
"As you can see these are primarily focused on clitoral stimulation that was favored at the time as there was still much being learned about the female orgasm and the theoretical science behind arousal and achieving orgasm through stimulating different parts of the genitals." He concluded much to Emma's jargon.
She closed and opened her eyes, trying to take in what he said in a purely academic sense but couldn't focus if her life depended on it. Sure she had seen several of these items in action behind the comfort of her computer screen, but yet to feel comfortable enough to try them out for herself. She felt that deep down he knew this and he was trying to torture her with that knowledge.
"I'm sure many of you are aware of what this one is." He held up a rabbit vibrator, it's distinct woodland creature design giving away the answer. Professor Jones looked at it intently, flicking the rabbit ears as he opened his mouth to continue its explanation. "This one was invented in the 1980's to provide vaginal and clitoral stimulation at the same time. It is often the go-to for many women who appreciate dual stimulation." He flashed his eyes to hers, taking note of how she gazed at the object longingly. "There have been several advancements made to the original that provide a multitude of sensations to the user." He placed the toy back down on the table and picked up the one next to it.
"This brings us to the 90's… or the age of the dildo." He grinned, swiping his hand over his mouth as he presented it like a sick and twisted version of show and tell.
He was doing this to get under her skin — she just knew it and it was starting to become painfully obvious as he watched her flinch and clench her thighs together in anticipation as she imagined him using them on her. Was that his plan all along?
"This was another revolutionary answer to the changing fads of sexual pleasure. Something as basic as a piece of silicon could be operated both vaginally and anally allowing multiple sexualities to use it for self pleasure." He explained before setting it down. "In a very natural progression we have curved objects meant to stimulate the g-spot, which many believed to be elusive. This allowed its users to find that out for themselves. Stimulation of the g-spot can produce a different kind of orgasm that many women find to be more powerful than a clitoral orgasm." He said, catching his star pupil groaning and biting her lip.
"Known as the internal clitoris, the g-spot is located roughly two inches inside of the vagina. If stimulated properly it is quite possible that it may lead to what is known as female ejaculation. However, some people have contested its existence. I suppose that's for you to find out for yourselves." He tilted his head as he spoke, turning his attention toward the last few items on the table.
"Lastly we have a range of clitoral stimulation items that operate in a way that provides different sensations to the most sensitive part of the female body — the clitoris. Forgive me if I'm not as familiar with some of the latest technology so I'm going to be reading a print out for some of the more advanced toys." He acknowledged, pulling a piece of paper toward him as he read off the description of the latest craze in personal sex toys for women.
"This one uses a new technology meant to tease and pleasure the clitoris through something called air pulsation. One of you might need to enlighten me on that one. We also have a multitude of toys that one can use with a partner that include remote technology to use at a distance." He pushed the paper away from him before turning to the last item on display.
"There is also an even more compact vibrator used to stimulate the clitoris that you all might recognize — a bullet. If applied to the clitoris it produces orgasms with the added bonus of using it's compact size during sex with a partner." He said placing it back onto the table and rounding it to face the class.
"Contrary to what you might think… that little demonstration wasn't meant as a product placement or a perverted way to talk about masturbation. The evolution of sex toys over time can tell us a lot about social sexuality and its progression by examining the needs for each one during a given decade. These were the sexual crazes going on at the time. These were what women were talking about with their friends and running out to try for themselves to see if it lived up to the hype. These essentially represent the change over time to suit the needs of individual female pleasure." He concluded with a fist in the air to hammer in his point.
"Well that is all I have for you today. Class is dismissed." He announced before the area around him was filled with people stretching from their seats and getting up to head to their next class. "Emma?"
She heard him say her name, crooking his finger over to him, signaling her to see him. She approached the table as he reviewed a stack of papers in his hand. "Yes?" She stammered with uncertainty.
"I'm going to need a moment to clean up here. Meet me in my office in half an hour." He instructed in a hushed tone.
Emma didn't open her mouth to speak but instead nodded her head in confirmation as he looked up at her from the papers in his hand, his eyes full of desire and sexual intent. "What are you going to do to me?" She wondered, her eyelashes fluttering.
Professor Jones gave her a wide smile and leaned into her ear to whisper, "what would be the fun in telling you now when it is so much better to wait in agonizing anticipation…"
"Yeah… I suppose you're right." She agreed before disappearing from his view in a flash of blonde curls.
Emma pressed her back against the door, her breathing ragged and slow as she tried to control the insistent beating of her heart. She placed her hand over her chest, silently counting each rhythmic thump, her head turning with thoughts of what was to come.
She closed her eyes, squeezing her thighs together for relief, her sex pulsing with need as she tried to contain herself — a mixture of anticipation and overwhelming uncertainty washing over her. She could feel the moisture dripping down her thighs, her clit throbbing as it brushed up against her panties. The waiting was killing her — if she didn't do anything about the unbearable ache soon she was fairly sure she was going to combust before she even made it to his office.
Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she popped open the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She inched her hand underneath the waistband of her panties, her fingers ghosting her trembling cunt when she felt a faint buzz in her back pocket — her phone.
"Fuck." She cursed, raising her hips from the door to dig out the iphone situated in the back pocket of her jeans. Emma twisted the phone so it was facing toward her, tilting it slightly to wake it up. Her home screen flashed revealing one unread text message from an unknown number. Now was just not the time, she thought dismissively, leaning over to place it on her desk before resuming her previously interrupted activities.
She teased her fingers against herself, her digits twitching as she dragged a finger through her wetness, a long sigh falling from her lips. She was about to sink a finger into herself when her phone buzzed once more. "What the fuck?" She demanded, retreating her fingers from her panties to collect her phone in annoyance as she flicked the screen angrily to pull up her text messages. As she suspected it was from an unknown number but that wasn't what surprised her — it was the content of the message.
Unknown Number: Don't touch yourself. I want you pristine when you come to my office.
Message Received at 2:11pm
Unknown Number: I'll know if you did.
Message Received at 2:13pm
Fucking psycho. How did he even know?
Emma's eyes went wide as she saw another incoming message flash on the screen from the same number.
Unknown Number: I mean it Ms. Swan.
You've gotta be fucking kidding me! Who the fuck did he think he was? The proprietor of her fucking orgasms?
Unknown Number: See you in a few.
She released a long breath she wasn't aware she was holding in, throwing herself against the wall repeatedly as she mauled over his texts. She guessed she should look on the bright side of things —at least she had his number now. But a better question came to mind: what the hell was he doing with hers?
Emma left her dorm room far earlier than she intended to. She really hadn't wanted to appear too eager — that may have worked for classes but it certainly didn't apply to this situation. She bit into her fist lightly, scraping it along her teeth as she paced outside his office door with three minutes left until their agreed upon meeting time. Nervous was a complete understatement.
This was completely insane! What was she even doing there? She tried to talk herself out of it, shaking her head fervently as she turned on her heel and walked the opposite direction before turning back around only to turn back around again, completely unable to make up her mind.
She stood in front of his door, her hand poised against the doorknob, taking a deep breath before bringing her fist to gently knock on the door. Her sweaty palm trembled against the knob as she heard his voice from the other side of the door, "come in."
She crept through the door, almost hoping that she had turned invisible somewhere in the last several seconds of her life. She saw him from the corner of her eye, an uneasy expression on her face as she shuffled to the seat in front of his desk.
Professor Jones raised a curious eyebrow toward her, lifting his head from the paperwork in front of him but refusing to abandon it completely to address her appearance. "Nice for you to finally come. I was worried you were going to leave an Emma-sized hole outside my office."
Emma went slack-jawed, eyeing him as she dropped her bag onto the floor. "You could-" She stammered in question, wincing in discomfort.
"Hear you? Yes. I think the entire floor could hear you… that is if most of the department wasn't attending a luncheon at this very moment." He popped the 't' on the last word, drawing it out suggestively. "And it's a good thing too. I don't imagine this — rather you are going to be very quiet this afternoon."
She gulped, slipping into the chair, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to make herself appear as small as humanly possible.
"Your discomfort is a very attractive and endearing quality. You must have men throwing themselves at you…" He observed, pointing at her with his pen.
"Not really…" She twiddled her thumbs awkwardly, glancing around his office for anything of note. The man had some very curious things hanging in his office apart from the usual degrees or certificates, or awards.
"That is very surprising." He commented in slight surprise.
"I think you are largely overestimating my sex appeal. I'm about as sexy as a woodland creature, and no one thinks Bambi is sexy." She pulled herself up and out of the chair, wanting to raid the objects on display in his office.
She trekked over to the bookshelf situated on the wall behind her near the window, leaning down to examine the titles stored on the shelves. "You know I haven't seen so many obscene words outside of a porno that I see on this shelf." She quipped, looking at him from over her shoulder.
"Do you watch porn often?" He asked seriously.
"Not really. I guess I prefer reading it over watching it." She told him honestly as she walked her fingers playfully along the shelf, taking in all of his curiosities. Sitting on the well-kept shelf was a number of human anatomy displays including the male and female sex organs — the ones you saw at doctor's offices that pulled apart to show off their individual structures.
Emma grabbed one of them, pulling it toward her to fiddle with one of the moving pieces only to have it fall to the floor. Her mouth parted in mortification — she was like a child playing in daddy's office. "I. Am. So. Sorry." She cringed.
Professor Jones smirked at her in amusement. "You really are a curious creature Emma Swan."
"I really hope that is a good thing because if not I can just-" She stammered, tripping over her words as she gestured to the door.
"Sit down." He directed, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
She wordlessly sat down in front of him like a petulant child.
"Why don't you regale me with what you thought of today's lecture. I'm sure some part of it must have sparked your keen interest." He wondered, keeping his eyes trained on his paperwork.
"Why do you always ask me about the lecture? Are you that desperate for validation? I'm not here to stroke your ego."
Professor Jones slammed his pen down hard against the desk before wrapping his fingers against the edge of his desk to propel his chair backward.
Emma flinched in her seat, opening and closing her mouth as he rounded the desk and leaned against it in a sinfully distracting way.
"When people are unable to comment on my lectures it normally means that they weren't paying attention. Were you not paying attention Ms. Swan?" He furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at her.
She pursed her lips, unsure of what to say and instead decided to say the first thing that popped into her head. "The unexpected sex toy demo was kind of hard to forget."
Professor Jones gave her a lopsided grin at the mention of his little presentation earlier. "You know this is the first semester I've done that."
"You don't say…" She said casually, drumming her fingers against the side of the chair.
Professor Jones brought his hands down on top of hers, the heat of his palm sinking into her hands, his touch causing her to shiver as he jerked the chair toward him. "And did any of them catch your attention?" He cocked his head to the side as the chair came to a halt against his legs.
"I- I-" She stuttered.
"Should I select one for you?" He suggested.
Emma swallowed hard, directing her attention toward the crate he had brought into class.
"Eyes on me Emma." He tried to turn her focus back on him.
"I'm sorry, what was the question?" She wetted her dry lips, shaking her blonde curls.
"I asked if I should select something for you to use. I'm assuming you've used one of the items I showcased earlier?"
She bit her lip, staring at him blankly in response.
Professor Jones laughed for a moment allowing himself to consider that he had stumbled upon a very rare find indeed. "You are just full of surprises, aren't you? Blood marvel, you are." He said completely dumbfounded. "How you've gone this long without is a complete mystery to me."
"Hey, if you are going to sit here and make fun of me I can walk right the fuck out of here. I'm not here for your pity or some strange sexual experiment — whatever the hell this is…" She waved her hand as she moved to get up.
"My apologies, lass. I meant no disrespect. It just would appear that today's lesson might need to be adjusted slightly." He waved his hand.
"And just what lesson might that be?" She asked curiously, canting her head to the side.
"Why don't you set yourself on that sofa and I will teach you." He gestured to the sofa off to the back left of the room.
"You want me-" She whispered slowly.
"Yes." He nodded his head in confirmation.
Emma got up on shaky feet as he rounded his desk to rummage through the crate. "And Swan?" He added, looking up at her from his bent down position.
She jerked her head back toward him with wide eyes, her skin flushed a brilliant shade of pink.
"Leave your panties on." He instructed with a devious smirk as he resumed his search for the item he was looking for.
"So you want me?" She staggered slightly, trying to put the pieces together in her head.
"Naked? Yes." He shot her a cheeky grin, extending his longer arms into the crate to pull out the first example from class — the Hitachi.
She gulped in recognition, her breath dying in her throat, her eyes trained on the object in his hand.
"Familiar Swan?" He asked inquisitively.
"Yes…" She breathed out, shaking her arms out of her leather jacket, the material sliding off her wrists and falling to the floor as she met his gaze. She began toeing off her shoes, one at a time, taking her time to ease her sudden case of nerves. She could feel his heated stare boring into her as she ungracefully removed her socks and then unbuttoned her jeans with a painful slowness.
"Need some assistance?" He came to stand in front of her, his proximity causing her to stiffen. "Emma?" Even the way he said her name had the ability to send chills of pleasure up her spine.
Emma stood fixed, locking her eyes onto his — her green against his remarkable blue. He was impossibly gorgeous, so much so that she began to question his existence. People like that just didn't belong in her world.
"Something wrong Swan?" He asked coyly, closing the distance between them, gripping the edge of her shirt, thumbing the hem line.
She could feel the hotness of his touch ghosting her belly, the warmth of his breath on her face and she sighed expectantly.
"May I?" He asked.
She nodded her permission, taking her lower lip into her mouth as he rolled her shirt up the upper half of her body slowly — his fingertips brushing lightly against every new inch of skin that was exposed. Emma hummed in delight as his fingers caressed the underwire of her bra, his touch sweeping against the delicate lacy cups. She raised her arms on instinct, his palms rubbing the material of her body, pushing it up her arms and over her head.
Emma heard him exhale sharply as he grazed the soft supple skin of her curves, his fingertips tracing the edge of her body appreciatively. She pressed herself into his explorative touch, his arms circling her back as he raked his fingertips against her skin gently. She shivered, her eyes fluttering closed as he sensually traversed her skin, leaving no muscle or curve unattended.
Professor Jones slipped his palm through the band of her bra, stroking the skin just above the clasp with the pad of his thumb. He brought his lips down to her chin, dragging them against her jaw line, delicately darting his tongue out to taste her skin before stopping at her ear.
Her breath hitched, her heart beating wildly in her chest as his warm breath traced her earlobe.
"Can I kiss you?" He requested huskily as he rubbed
Her eyelashes fluttered as she nodded her head fervently, feeling him smile against her skin.
Professor Jones lifted his head from her neck, appraising her carefully, completely awestruck by her beauty and tenaciously infectious personality. He collected a loose strand of hair, pushing it from her face as he leaned in to press his lips against hers.
Emma inhaled against his lips, feeling the intoxicating scratch of his scruff against her chin as he captured her top lip in his mouth. She felt her entire body rock forward, silently begging for more, his lips fused to hers. Her eyes snapped open as she felt his hand against hers, directing it to wrap around his neck for purchase.
Professor Jones canted his head to the side, slanting his mouth against hers as he deepened the kiss. He could feel her fingers itching against his scalp, unsure of what to do with them. His hand closed around hers, permitting her to dig her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, moaning into his mouth only to have him swallow it in earnest as he canted his head to the side, cupping her face and stroking her jaw, pressing his tongue to the seam of her lips, demanding entrance.
He pulled her body more tightly against his own as his tongue mingled with hers, a delicate lovers dance that only he could recognize the rhythm of.
She gasped into his mouth, feeling his impressive length rubbing against her thigh, his response to her catching her completely off guard — it scared her to no end — his reaction to her. It was the soft feeling of his tongue sweeping over her teeth, the stubble on his chin as it grazed her cheek, the touch of his hands on her heated skin, and the supple press of his lips on hers — it was all too much — too soon.
She felt him drag his hands down her back, settling at her bra strap, to flick it open. Too soon. Too soon. Too soon. She retreated, disentangling herself from him, breathing raggedly, her bra straps hanging loosely over her shoulders, the cups sagging against her breasts.
His eyes flashed open, a confused look on his face, his arm still in midair from where she had sprang apart from him. "If I did something wrong. I apologize." He reasoned very quickly. "Emma, are you alright, love?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I don't know what that was." She shook her head, clenching her eyes shut.
"Do you want to stop?" He asked, searching her before continuing.
"No. I'm just a little… shy." She admitted timidly. "I've never really been naked in front of anyone before." She scratched her arm awkwardly, sagging into herself as one of the straps of her bra slipped from her arm.
"That's understandable." He smiled sympathetically, inching back toward her. "But you should know that you are absolutely exquisite. Perfect." He brushed his knuckles against her arm, halting to feel out the moment before catching the satin strap between his fingers and dragging it down.
Emma responded by pressing her chest against him, arching slightly so that he could remove it entirely.
Professor Jones dropped a few open mouthed kisses against the skin above her breasts, his mouth hot against her flesh as he whispered, "still okay?"
"Yes." She let out a needy gasp, her fingernails raking against his scalp.
His eyes met hers, his look leaving her breathless as he peppered kisses down the upper half of her body, trailing his lips down her chest, stopping to worship her breasts.
She released a strained whimper as he cupped her breast in the greedy palm of his hand, caressing the underside of the sensitive skin as his thumb circled the puckered bud.
He attached his lips to its twin, sucking it into his mouth as she arched into his touch, throwing her head back as she writhed against him.
She held his head in her hand, holding him to her as he flicked his tongue against her nipple, brushing his fingers against the other before switching his movements and giving the other the same treatment.
"Do you even know how gorgeous you are?" He whispered against her skin, the sound of voice sending her keening against his attentions.
He grinned against her, resuming his exploration as he pressed the flat of her tongue against her skin, placing lustful open-mouthed kisses against her stomach, descending until he reached the waistband of her jeans. He hooked two fingers into the material at her hips, pulling her toward him as he looked up at her, his hair sticking up in angles from her desperate fingers. "May I?"
"Yes.." She gasped, as he dug his hands into the waistband and tugged them down her hips and over her legs.
He tapped her leg, instructing her to step out of her jeans and she complied, kicking them aside as he caressed her lengthy legs, exploring her sensuous skin until he reached the curve of her ass, and stroked it gently.
Her mouth parted as he gripped her, a hand on each cheek as he dragged her against his mouth, his warm breath hitting the damp lace making her shiver.
"Has anyone ever kissed you here?" He wondered, his voice almost pained as he spoke.
"Oh God." She whimpered, tossing her head back at the question, canting her hips toward him expectantly.
"Was that a no?" He chuckled promisingly.
"No." She tugged on his hair and he emitted a faint yelp at her obvious excitement at the proposition of having his mouth on her.
"That is a shame that you've never known the pleasure of someone's lips wrapped around you." He teased mercilessly, brushing his nose against her damp sex, groaning at how wet she was for him.
"Fuck." She cursed at his words — the sensation of having him so damn close to where she needed him to be.
"So impatient." He shook his head as he palmed her dripping cunt, basking in the moisture he had managed to pull from her body. "You are terribly wet for me." He smirked dangerously. "Did you touch yourself?"
"No." She answered.
"Did you touch yourself?" He repeated the question, rubbing her clit outside her panties.
"No!" She said sharply.
"Good girl." He praised. "Tell me what you need." He watched amidly as a million different expressions crossed her beautiful features. "Where darling? Where do you need me?"
"God. Everywhere! Fuck. Just make me come… please." She begged, her head rolling backward.
"As much as I would love to bury my head between your thighs and taste you. I'm afraid I'll be saving that for another day." He got up from the floor to stand in front of her, enjoying the pout on her face as he denied her. "I have far more devious plans for you, my auspicious student."
Her face dropped as he reached around her seductively and grabbed the magic wand from the desk before walking over to the sofa and plugging it into the nearest outlet. She looked at him from over her shoulder, a small scowl gracing her features for leaving her high and dry.
He untucked his shirt from his pants and began to undo his belt to relieve some of the pressure his trousers were making on his cock. He slipped the belt from its loops and placed it on his desk before placing the wand on the arm rest and plopping down on the sofa, his legs splayed wide as he patted the empty space between them with an expression that could only be described as pure unadulterated lust. "Take a seat, love."
She paused with apprehension before biting down on her back teeth and walked over to him and straddled him, a leg on either side of his hips as she rolled her clothed center against his, drawing a hiss from his lips.
"As much as I love this." He said, effectively stilling her with a hand to her hip. "This is not what I had in mind. Turn around for me, love." He instructed.
Her mouth parted slowly, acknowledging his request. She placed her hands against the back of the sofa, giving him one last teasing thrust before turning around making him groan. She maneuvered herself so that her back was turned toward him, her feet planting down on the floor in front of her.
"Good girl. You are very good at following directions." He commended her behavior. "Scoot back and place your back against my chest." He directed.
She complied with his request, rolling backward until her back was flush against him, feeling his cock press against her backside.
"Excellent. Spread those beautiful thighs of yours." He gripped one of her thighs and pushed them apart, his touch burning against her thigh as he inched his fingers closer to the apex of her thighs.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he rubbed her sex with the palm of his hand, bucking into his ministrations as he brushed her clit with his wrist.
"Nice and ready for me." He whispered against her neck causing her to moan, seemingly distracting her as he picked up the wand beside him and placed it against her dripping folds, her sex twitching in anticipation against it. "This is going to be very intense darling." He warned. "You will come very quickly."
He switched it on, the toy coming to life in his hand and pushed it against her cunt, feeling her jerk violently against him and he had to wrap an arm around her to hold her in place. "Shhhh." He chided softly, brushing her hair to calm her down from the intense pleasure she was feeling.
She wriggled beneath him, panting heavily, unaware if she was trying to push herself closer toward the instrument of her pleasure or away from it. "It's too much. Please." She whined, tears building in her eyes as she fisted the sofa cushion beneath her.
"You can do it. I promise. It will be like nothing you've ever experienced before. I know you can do it." He encouraged, kissing her neck.
"No." She shook her head, her blonde curls whipping in her face as she pushed herself against his back, her feet scraping against the carpet, the pleasure far too overwhelming.
"I've got you, It's okay. Let go." He cooed as she cried out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, a brilliant flash of light bursting behind her closed lids as she came hard. The pressure had been too much, her entire body had snapped as a gush of fluid escaped her.
He held her against him as she convulsed in his arms. "Good girl Emma. That was so good." He complimented, letting up slightly by pulling the wand away from her, but letting the vibrations from it keep humming in a barely-there touch.
Emma's eyes fluttered open, her body still trembling with the force of her aftershocks. "What the fuck was that?" She all but yelled, sweat beading her brow as she came down from one of the biggest highs she had ever had in her entire life.
He bent his head forward, tucking her chin underneath his head, pressing his lips to her hair, "female orgasm." He smiled sinfully.
"It felt like I was-"
"Yeah I know." He said knowingly. "You have much to learn. Are you ready for more?" He asked, pressing the wand teasingly against her, making her jump slightly.
"Again? Are you insane?" She questioned with a high pitched voice.
"I just might be. You are the student. I'm the teacher so… let me teach…" He told her, his voice like liquid smoke as he unceremoniously placed the vibrator against her clit.
Her mouth parted instinctively, the toy buzzing relentless against her sensitive flesh causing her to twist and turn in his grasp. She began whimpering and gasping, feeling her sex pulse and throb against the toy, the vibrations reverberating through her entire body. Her body bowed forward, thrusting against it in earnest, her breasts heaving with the building pressure. "Oh God. Oh God. Please!" She cried out, grinding against the vibrator in search of her orgasm.
He grinned, watching her sweat soaked body shutter against him, the rosy flush of her cheeks, the heat of her skin as he pulled the most wondrous sounds from her throat. He was captivated by her brazenness, her keen aptitude for new experiences, and the way she begged him for mercy as he controlled her pleasure. He decided to give in to her request with a switch of a button increasing the speed of the vibrator.
She began to scream and convulse against him, her entire body rocking with the force of her orgasm as he clasped his hand over her mouth to quiet her. "That's it Emma." He praised dutifully as she rocked her hips against the wand. "Ride it out, love. Give in to it." He rasped into her hair.
Her eyes widened when she came to, a realization washing over her when he didn't immediately give her a moment to cool down. She began to whimper, tears building in her eyes as his finger slipped inside her panties, pulling them to the side, exposing her glistening pussy to his gaze.
He dragged the wand over her bare flesh, her head falling back against his chest as she shook, fucking herself against the vibrator with abandon. She looked spectacular, he thought to himself as he pushed it harder against her, his mouth opening, mimicking her expression of complete rapture. "Another. Give me another… you've been so good for me. Let me see you come undone again." He whispered against her ear. "Look how eager and compliant you are." He mused.
She moaned at his words, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he demanded her surrender.
"Just look at you. Your juices dripping down your delectable thighs… absolutely soaking my new toy with how hot and wanton you are." He commented wolfishly, his voice falling into a low groan of arousal at the sight of her shamelessly fucking the vibrator. "I could come watching you like this… completely submissive and at my mercy."
She howled, tossing her blonde curls against his face as she fought against her pleasure, her body arching off the sofa, rolling her hips frantically as she reached her high. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She chanted like a prayer, her eyes slamming shut against the onslaught of pleasure rocking her body. "Oh my fucking God. Fuck. So good. So fucking good." She cursed, panting hotly as her orgasm persisted for several more seconds until it finally subsided as her professor began bringing the speed of the vibrator down until he completely switched it off.
She slumped against him, her hair matted to her sweaty forehead, her vision hazy from the intensity of her multiple climaxes that he had provided her. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling, shivering with her aftershocks. "That was…"
"Definitely not a one time thing." He finished for her, nuzzling her skin with his nose as he set down the vibrator between her quivering legs.
"How the hell-" She could barely finish her sentence.
"We've barely scratched the surface of what I can make you feel. There is so much you have yet to learn." He said throatily, his voice dripping with lustful promise.
Her throat felt raw, her body abused and strained, extremely sensitive — she was well and truly fucked both figuratively and literally.
AN- I have no idea when the next chapter is going to be posted or written because I'm back at work and it's been pretty draining to say the least. I'm hoping to use some of this as an escape to relax from how mentally draining it is to do what I do. But I will tease that the next lesson is the start of "Anatomy" week. I'm super excited about what I have planned for that. So hold onto your butts and please leave a saucy comment for this beast of a chapter. Seriously this is the longest chapter I've ever written in my entire life. It is as long as Killian's mother fucking dick.