So I have decided to try again because I got some wonderful and encouraging feedback from people. I'm taking this short story in a different direction than previously planned so I will be doing quite a bit of rewriting. Updates may be slow.

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ORAL PRESENTATION

It had been a week.

For a week, I had been waiting for another session. For a week, I sat in my seat while his eyes scanned over me like I was no different than any other student. For a week, I held my breath as the last bell rang, waiting for him to ask me to stay behind. For a week I waited, thinking I had dreamed the whole encounter.

I knew I hadn't though, because for seven days I had been sore. Despite his comment last week, gentle he was not. All week, I sat gingerly in my seat, afraid of the pain sitting too roughly would cause. He had stretched me far beyond anything I was used to. My ass and my pussy were so raw after he left, that I had to soak in my bath tub for hours in the vain attempt to sooth my sore body. I had bruises and bite marks all over me, and did my best to cover them. I'm sure I sounded certifiable when I insisted on wearing a sweater in combat class. I was pouring sweat, but concealing the marks on my skin was top priority.

None of that bothered me though. I would take the bruises, the bites and all the pain that came with that delicious pleasure. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I could feel so good and so used at the same time. He punished and pleasured me at the same time. He was heaven and hell wrapped in a duster, and I needed more.

So, for a week I sat waiting with baited breath and nothing. It was Friday now and when I sat there was no pain. When I wore a tank top no bite marks were visible. When I looked myself over in the mirror the hand prints that were once on my ass had long since faded. I missed it all. I missed the reminder of that pleasure.

So, there I sat, visibly upset, because the signs of his wonderful abuse were gone. Elbows on my desk, head in my hands I sighed as I listened to his velvet voice speak fluently in Russian. I was almost in a trance until a pale hand deposited something on my desk. I blinked and looked to my side.

Read it. Lissa urged through the bond, pointing to the note. I rolled my eyes, she could've just told me, but I opened the note obediently.

Stop looking at Guardian Belikov like you want to rip his clothes off. –L

But I do! –R I smirked and handed her back the note, earning an eyebrow raise.

Still nothing? –L

Nothing! He hasn't so much as looked at me in the past few weeks. –R

Rose… maybe you shouldn't do it again. I'm not worth it, we can figure something else out. –L

I rolled my eyes and suppressed a groan. I shouldn't have told her. Once I was done with my marathon bubble bath. Lissa came over demanding to know how it went. I told her in explicit detail, even going as far as showing her my "love" marks. Even though I told her how much I enjoyed it, she felt guilty.

She felt as though it was her fault, because I did this to graduate and be with her. This whole idea was mine, and she was weary to begin with, but supported me anyway. She desperately wanted to do something to help, even offering to compel Guardian Belikov into changing my grade. I couldn't allow her to use so much magic though, not when I now knew what it would do to her, to us.

Besides, I wanted to do this. Hell, I needed to. I craved his cruel touch. I tried to explain to her that I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the way he used and degraded me. I enjoyed the way he painfully claimed my ass as his own. The way he made me scream as he relentlessly massaged my over stimulated clit. I enjoyed his continuous denial of my orgasm, until it pleased him. I even enjoyed the way he refused to call me anything other than Miss Hathaway. Now every time anyone called me Miss Hathaway my panties were soaked. I was about to write another reply stating this fact when I heard Lissa in my head.

Rose don't! Put it aw—

"Miss Hathaway!" There go my panties. I looked up to see a very annoyed Russian standing over me, hand out expectantly.

Fuck! The note. Silently I handed it to him, mentally willing him to trash it and not read it. Of course, I was not that lucky. He read it, not even moving from beside my desk. It only took him a second, and then his gaze shifted to me. His face was neutral, but I saw fire in his eyes, and it scared me.

Not a second later the bell rang and never in my life, have I hated the sound of a bell more. The rest of the class filed out of the classroom quickly, except me. I knew I was not permitted to leave, even if he didn't say so. He turned sharply and walked to the door reminding everyone of their homework for the weekend.

Lissa shot me a look.

I'm so sorry Rose.

She stood up to leave and I half expected her to be detained as well, I mean she was passing notes too, but Guardian Belikov's eyes never left mine.

Well you got what you wanted. He's looking at you now Rose, I mentally joked.

I sat in my chair in the back of the classroom, not speaking as he locked the door then turned to approached me.

"What the hell is this?" He spat, throwing the now crumpled note on my desk. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

Guardian Belikov's arm shot out grabbing a hold of my chin with one hand. "What did I say I would do if you left your mouth open like that again?"

My cheeks burned, but I answered, "Shove your cock in it." My voice was barely a whisper.

"Now why did you think you could tell anyone about our time together?" He asked but I knew better than to make excuses. Nothing I said would be good enough.

"She won't tell anyone." I stated simply.

"Miss Hathaway, you have broken my trust. I did not give you permission to share the details of last week with anyone." His eyes were fierce as he placed both hands on the desk in front of me. "Last week I kindly allowed you to earn your grade back, but now I'm no longer feeling as generous."

"Lissa won't tell anyone. She knows I have to pass the class if I want to graduate and be her guardian." I pleaded with him.

For a moment, Guardian Belikov just stood there leaning over my desk staring into my eyes, trying to decide what to do with me, I guessed. Then suddenly he snatched up the note again. I watched as his eyes scanned the text.

My breath caught, as his hand reached down to brush the hair from my shoulder and expose my ear. He leaned down his breath tickling my neck as he whispered in my ear, "You think I haven't been watching you?"

I couldn't breathe let alone speak so I just nodded my head. I cried out, suddenly finding my voice when his teeth found my earlobe.

"I asked you a question Miss Hathaway," he growled low in my ear.

Seriously my panties were ruined now.

"Yes, sir that's what I thought." My voice was just a squeak.

"Well you are wrong. I've watched you all week Miss Hathaway." He informed me.

I don't know if he was going to say more after that because I saw red and shot out of my seat and got in his face. Well really his chest since he was almost a foot and a half taller than me. "You've watched me all week and you just decided to ignore me?" I angrily pushed my finger into his chest and immediately regretted it when he grabbed a hold of my wrist.

"Did you not hear me?" His voice was low and threatening. "I have watched you all week. I watched you wince every time you sat down. I have watched you cover your body with sweaters and long sleeves to cover the marks I left behind." He pulled me closer to him. "Should I have just taken you then? While you were still healing and sore?"

Shit. He was right. What did I really expect him to do? I was still pissed though. He was treating me like a child and not telling me shit. "You should've told me that. Not ignore me and leave me guessing." I spat, my anger getting the best of me. I was going to rant more when I was suddenly shoved down onto my desk, bent over at the waist. "What the fuck?" I yelled turning my head to the side so I could look up at Guardian Belikov.

His face was hard and stoic, but his eyes blazed. "You are somehow under the misguided impression that you are in charge here Miss Hathaway." He had one hand on my back holding me down while the other pulled down my leggings. I felt the cool air on my ass, before I felt his hand come down on my left cheek. I couldn't help the yelp that left my lips. Fuck that hurt.

"I don't want to hear another sound come from you." He barked. I wanted to protest. Partly because I liked pissing him off and getting him all riled up, but the already dark look in his eyes had me pressing my lips together.

Another slap came, in the same spot. I pressed my lips together harder. "I don't need to tell you anything Miss Hathaway." Slap. "I will take your body as I please." Slap. "Whenever it pleases me." Slap. "And you will like it." Slap.

Tears came to my eyes with that last slap. He hadn't moved from the one spot and it was burning at this point. Three slaps came quickly then and my unshed tears spilled. He looked at me then, no concern on his face.

"Do not act like you don't want this." Slap. "I saw the lustful looks you were giving me." Slap. "I've watched you rub your legs together as I taught." Slap. I bit my lip, but said nothing. "You've wanted me all week. Even when you couldn't sit. You wanted my cock." Slap. "Didn't you?"

When I didn't answer, he slapped the spot again harder this time. "Yes!" I cried. How the fuck was I supposed to know that now I could speak? I refrained from rolling my eyes.

Slap. "Yes what?" He replied sternly.

I threw him the harshest glare I could muster, "Yes, Sir."

He was unaffected by my glare. "Even with all the marks and bruises I left you with, you still wanted my cock." Slap. I didn't even try to stop my tears now. "Even now, your pussy is soaked. You want me, don't you?" His smirk was arrogant.

I didn't reply. Even when he slapped my ass so hard I broke the skin of my lip with my teeth. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He knew he was right. He knew I was dripping for him. He could see it. Hell, he could probably smell it. I was so aroused my legs shook slightly. I was prepared for another slap, but that wasn't what I got.

I couldn't control myself when I felt three of his long thick fingers enter me. The moan that escaped me should have embarrassed me, but I couldn't care less. My eyes rolled back and my lips parted as his fingers curled deliciously inside of me. I had been waiting a week for him to touch me like this again. I was in heaven. Until his fingers stilled inside of me.

"Wha—Please don't stop!" I begged wiggling my ass to get him to move again.

"Such a greedy slut, Miss Hathaway. Why should I continue when you don't even answer my questions?" I racked my brain for the question he was talking about.

"Yes!" I cried out desperately suddenly remembering. "I want you, even when you punish me, I want you. Please don't stop!" Everything tumbled out of my lips in desperation, but his fingers left me. I whimpered at the loss of them.

He stepped away from me then, walking over to his desk and taking a seat in his chair. He stared at me from his chair looking expectant. I was confused for a second more until I realized he wanted me to follow him. I rose from my bent over position and stepped out of my leggings and tennis shoes. Not at all embarrassed to be half naked in front of him. I was vibrating with anticipation. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but I would take it all graciously. I wanted this so badly.

"Strip," He commanded lazily. I didn't hesitate. I knew he liked when I complied with his every demand. The happier I made him, the happier he would make me. So, I began to strip gripping the hem of my top and slowly pulling it over my head. I smiled, the shirt halfway off, when I heard a grunt of approval.

I wasn't wearing a bra.

The cold air caressed my newly exposed flesh making my nipples harden. With my top now gone, I couldn't help but to take them between my finger tips and pull. I moaned quietly at the pleasure that gave me. I glanced up at Guardian Belikov then, his face told me nothing, but the glorious bulge in his pants said everything. He could wear that mask, but I knew he enjoyed watching me. And I loved the attention. His eyes were only for me. Not once did they leave my body.

"I have something for you Miss Hathaway," He spoke once I was fully exposed.

I flushed with pleasure. He had gotten me something. "It's in my bottom drawer," he pointed to the drawer next to him, but made no move to open it himself. Quickly I made my way over to him bending over to open the bottom drawer. The minute my exposed ass was in the air I felt a harsh smack against it. I hissed, but made no other comment. He could do as he pleased with me and he knew it. At least he had chosen a different spot this time.

My lack of protest indeed pleased him and he smack my ass in the same spot three more times. "That's right Miss Hathaway, don't protest, you know this is mine." He roughly gripped my ass and I smiled.

Mine. He had said. He claimed me as his. I pushed down the stupid smile that threatened to spread across my face. He was my teacher. This was for a grade. I reminded myself.

I turned my attention back to the drawer then, finally pulling it open. My jaw dropped but I quickly caught myself and snapped it shut.

Inside the drawer was a dildo.

A fucking big ass dildo.

I blinked. I had never seen a dildo in person before. Even though I had never seen one before I could tell this one was impressive. It was big, flesh colored and had fake veins painted on it, that only added to the ferociousness of the thing.

"It won't bite you Miss Hathaway," Guardian Belikov chuckled.

I eyed the thing wearily, I wasn't so sure about that…

Mentally shaking off my weariness I picked up the dildo and marveled at its soft texture. I don't know what I thought it would feel like. Cold and hard maybe? Like plastic? It was heavy and on the bottom was some kind of suction cup, that I guessed was to stick it on to things.

"I want to watch you," Guardian Belikov's cool voice interrupted my inspection of the dildo.

"Watch me?" I asked confused.

He nodded taking the dildo out of my hands. Seeing him hold the large sex toy was so strange and not something I thought I would ever see. He didn't seem to be weirded out at all by this and even seemed in place holding the beast of a sex toy. It had me wondering where he had even gotten it and if it was the only one he had.

My mental questioning was cut off when I noticed what he was doing. Knocking off papers from his desk, he cleared a space in the middle of it and stuck the thing in the center. I now knew what he wanted. I flushed from head to toe.

He wanted to watch me pleasure myself.

"You said I hadn't been watching you. Now you will have my undivided attention." He smirked and sat back down.

I don't know why this made me blush. When I was stripping, I relished the thought of him watching me. Loving the attention he gave my body. He had seen me cum multiple times and scream with pleasure. He had seen me come completely undone so this should have been no big deal. But somehow this seemed so intimate.

My hands shook at the thought, but I suddenly realized they weren't shaking in fear. It was more from nervous excitement. Like the nervousness, a performer gets before they go on stage. I wanted this so badly. I wanted to show him what he did to me. How wet he made me. How much I wanted that dildo to be his cock. So, without another thought I climb onto his desk. Silently wondering how the fuck I should do this. A shy part of me wanted to quickly sink onto the dildo and hid my face with my hair, but I quickly dismissed that thought.

If he wanted to watch, then I would put on a show.

I made sure to climb onto the desk slowly pushing my ass out so he could get an excellent view of my it and my dripping cunt. Without my noticing, he had pulled out a bottle of lube and sat it on the desk as well. I was so turned on now that it was completely unnecessary. Ignoring the bottle, I turned to face him sitting with the dildo in front of me, between my quivering legs, my arms behind me for support. My legs were bent in front of me and I planted both of my feet firmly on the desk

I bit my lip and looked up at Guardian Belikov. Whose jeans were unzipped to let his massive erection free. Not taking my eyes off his cock I rubbed myself against the dildo, moaning as it brushed my clit. I imagined it being his cock while I teased myself with it.

"I'm waiting," Guardian Belikov called out gruffly, his hand gripping himself.

Pushing myself up I got into a squatting position over the dildo. The frown on hi face told me I couldn't wait anymore so I drew in a breath and let the head of the dildo enter me. A breathy moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes briefly.

"Keep your eyes open," He barked.

My eyes snapped to him and I nodded in understanding, "Yes sir," I answered verbally. Without needing any more prompting from him I let myself sink completely down onto the dildo. I moaned louder this time as it filled me, but I never took my eyes away from him. I couldn't stop myself from immediately bouncing over the dildo. I had craved the feeling of being filled like this again for a week. Yes, I wanted Guardian Belikov to be filling me, but this would do for now. I widened my stance spreading my legs further and gripped my knees as I bounced widely.

I never closed my eyes again, but I couldn't see a damn thing as my vision blurred with raw need. The sounds and words I called out were unintelligible. I bounced and bounced until my legs burned and shook with not only pleasure but pain from the position I was in. I leaned back on my hands again keeping my pussy poised on the dildo. I continued my thrusts up and down letting one of my hands snake up to my clit to rub it in tight little circles. I was so close.

"I'm gonna cum," I shouted out.

"Don't" He told me. I was more than a little frustrated.

"Please," I begged as wave of pleasure slammed into me trying to shove me over the cliff and into orgasm.

"No!" He growled, but made no move to get up from his desk chair. "I want to see it in your ass." He just sat there stroking himself as he waited for me to comply with his demand.

With noticeable effort, I lifted myself off the dildo and grabbed the lube. I applied a more than generous amount on the tip of the dildo then repositioned it to my ass. This would hurt, but I knew I would be rewarded for being so good for him. My back indeed arched in pain as my ass was stretched to accommodate the large sex toy now entering me.

"Ahh!" I called out once it was finally sheathed within me. Without realizing it I had squeezed my eyes closed and I felt the sting of my nipple being pinched.

"I said keep your eyes open. Did I not?" I hadn't heard him move but he was now in front of me two fingers gripping my nipple.

"Yes sir, you did." I whimpered.

"Now show me how you ride a cock with your tight ass," I forced myself to move over the dildo. Pushing it in and out of my ass, while I played with my clit to ease the pain. He seemed pacified for now but he still held onto my nipple as I rode the dildo hard. Despite the pain, it was hitting a deep spot in me that had my legs shaking.

"How do you like my gift Miss Hathaway?" I ground hard onto the dildo at the sound of him saying my name.

"It's so good," I moaned out. "I want to cum please," I begged in another moan.

"No." He answered flatly, like my need to orgasm was a nuisance to him.

"Do you wish this was my cock Miss Hathaway?" He continued his questioning.

"Yes, oh god I want to cum on your cock." I called out. "Can I please?" I begged. I had stopped fingering my clit at this point. I knew if I came I would be punished.

"Such a greedy little slut I've turned you into." He chuckled stroking himself faster. He loved watching me this way. So into the pleasure that I begged for him, for his cock. I didn't even care that I was begging and whinnying for him. I wanted him right now I want him to stretch my pussy and fuck me until I begged him to stop.

"Please, fuck me Guardian—" I didn't have time to finish my sentence when his hand gripped my hips and pulled me toward the end of the desk.

With a loud pop the dildo was detached from the desk and he slid me to him, then promptly burry himself in my pussy. A guttural scream was ripped from my lungs. I was so full. The dildo was still buried inside my ass as he pounded into my dripping cunt. With every thrust it pushed further into me.

"I can feel it in your ass." He groaned. "How does it feel to be completely full Miss Hathaway?"

"I'm so full," I shook my head. "I'm too full," I whimpered. I was afraid if I came and clench around his cock and the dildo at the same time something would rip. At this point I wasn't sure what was possible. I was about to reply again when he lifted my leg up and over his shoulder allowing for deeper penetration.

My eyes rolled back and my body shook violently. I was going to cum. Hard. Nothing I did was going to stop it. This was all just too much. I was too full. The way he claimed my body as his was too good. Just before I let go I felt a hand knot itself in my hair and yanked my head back sharply.

"Look at me." Guardian Belikov ordered. I nodded pathetically and fisted my hands in his shirt. "You will look at nothing, but me as you cum. I want to see you fall apart. I want to see how my cock makes you feel, understand?" While he spoke, his hand slipped from my hair and snaked between our bodies to rub my swollen clit. He rubbed it in unforgiving circles that made my head spin.

Without a thought, I pulled him as close to me as I could and crushed my lips to his. I hardly noticed the pain in my split lip. I just needed to be closer to him. My tongue explored his mouth and battled with his for control. This position was not at all comfortable with my leg still over his shoulder, but I hardly noticed as we kissed. I bit and sucked on his lips as he pounded into me harder. Our kiss only last a few seconds before I gasped against his lips as waves of pleasure washed over me.

"Thank you," I murmured over and over against his lips as my orgasm hit me full force. I looked directly into his eyes, as instructed. My orgasm intensified causing me to arch away from him. My lips parted to let out a scream. "Oh, fuck please don't stop!" I begged never taking my eyes from him.

I felt myself squirting, my juices covering both of us along with the floor. My muscles clenched inside of me again and again causing endless streams of my juices to pour out of me. I felt my limbs twitch and convulse, but I was too wrapped up in my orgasmic state to care.

"That's right, cum for me." Guardian Belikov groaned. He pushed me back on his desk and separated my thighs opening me wide for him. He continued to fuck me ruthlessly. The dildo in my ass still firmly in place. Every time it began to slip out he slammed it back in with a harsh thrust of his hips.

"Oh God," I groaned and my body clench again and letting out another gush of juices. I was growing sore and tired with each orgasm. "Please no more," I whimpered my head lolling to the side in exhaustion. I had lost count of how much times I had cum.

He chuckled darkly and began rubbing my clit once more. "You were begging to come earlier Miss Hathaway. Didn't you learn your lesson last week?" My eye's watered as my body stiffened in anticipation of my next climax.

"I've learned my lesson," I whimpered. "Please!" I cried as I painfully came again.

He didn't stop though. "Your pussy feels so good clenching around me." He groaned loudly and thrusted harder into me. "Who does this pussy belong to?" He asked me.

"You!" I screamed as my legs quivered. How was it possible I was going to cum again?

"Tell me again," he demanded.

"You! My pussy belongs to you Guardian Belikov." My voice sounded horse as I screamed the words through my next orgasm. With a roar he pulled out of me and came, his hot seed coating my stomach.

Bastard.

With a grunt, he unloaded once more on me before stepping back and admiring his work. He looked at me curiously, cocking his head to the side in thought, "I'm growing quite fond of the sight of you shaking and covered in my seed Miss Hathaway." He laughed and tucked himself back into his pants.

Weakly I lifted myself onto my elbows and smiled goofily at him.

"What Miss Hathaway?" He asked in a bored tone.

"I'm growing quite fond of seeing you covered in my own juices." I smirked eyeing his soaked shirt. He had made me squirt so many times the front of his white shirt was see through and clinging to him.

He let out a throaty laugh. I couldn't help but think it was beautiful, I had never really heard him laugh before. He leaned close to me one hand on the desk.

"Joke time is over, Miss Hathaway," he chided me. His hand moved between us. For a moment thought he would stroke me but when his hand gripped the dildo still buried in me I gasped. He pulled it out with a swift yank and I groaned at the feeling. He set the thing down next to my legs, still shaking pathetically.

"Get cleaned up." He told me curtly walking to the door. "And you can keep that," he gestured to the dildo. "You seemed to really enjoy it." With that he left me alone in the classroom. Once again shaking, dripping, and ready for the next session.


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