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“What is it that you wanted to see me about, Doctor?” Stelle says teasingly, watching as her boyfriend closes their bedroom door behind him.
“Do not act as if you are unaware of the impact of your little stunt from earlier,” Veritas responds sharply.
He’s right, she was fully aware of how her actions were going to affect him, before and after she decided to send those photos of herself in the middle of his lecture.
She sets her phone down on her nightstand, ready to give Veritas her full, undivided attention. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says with a smile.
Irritated from an already long day, Veritas pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are not so stupid as to misunderstand the consequences of your actions.”
Stelle stifles a giggle, her plans to crack him are definitely working.
Earlier that day, Veritas had a lecture as usual, which had been going smoothly until his phone started buzzing incessantly. He never silenced his phone during teaching hours since he did not receive many messages anyway. Plus, he wanted to make sure Stelle had the means to contact him in the case of an emergency. Never did he expect her to take advantage of that.
After some time of listening to notification after notification, he got fed up with the noise and checked his messages, only to be met with dozens of explicit texts and photos. Veritas is sure he blushed profusely before setting his phone down, and continuing the lesson. But it was certainly not without distraction. His mind kept wandering to the sight of Stelle in beautiful lacy lingerie, showing herself off in the mirror, pleading for him to come back early in a text right after. And considering how she was blowing up his phone, he was positive there would be more waiting for him.
He eventually finished up his painfully long lesson, and did not waste an extra moment in the lecture hall. Thankfully, it was his last class of the day, so he was able to get home straight away. Once he was out of the building, he turned his phone back on to check the messages that Stelle had sent. Just as Veritas had expected, she sent many other texts and images both before and after he last checked his phone. He scrolls through photo after photo, each one making him more eager to get home. Pictures of Stelle braless, cupping her breasts in the mirror, pictures of her spreading her legs with only her hands to cover herself. She even went so far as to send a video of herself moaning Veritas’ name while touching herself.
Veritas takes a deep breath in and out. Now that he was home, the annoyance he felt has started to melt away, leaving only desire in its wake. He opens his eyes to see Stelle sitting on the edge of their bed expectantly, just waiting for him to break.
He knows exactly what she wants, and he’s going to give it to her.
Even then, Stelle is caught off guard when Veritas strides up to her, bends down and lifts her chin with two fingers. “You won’t be getting away with what you have done, my dear.”
Stelle’s heart skips a beat as she feels excitement well up inside her. “And what will you do to make sure that I’ve learned my lesson, Doctor?”
Veritas narrows his eyes and stands upright. “Up,” he commands.
For a moment, Stelle considers disobeying, but after seeing the stern look in her boyfriend’s eyes, she does as he asked without question. He takes her place on the edge of the bed, and pats his lap, signaling for her to sit down. But just as Stelle starts to climb up, she’s interrupted.
“No, you will lay down,” he orders, “across my lap.”
Again, Stelle complies, and lays down across Veritas’ lap. She squirms around, partially because she’s trying to get comfortable, and partially because she wants to rile him up as much as possible. To her delight, she can already feel his erection pressing against her thigh.
Veritas runs the palm of his right hand from the back of Stelle’s knees and up her thighs, brushing her skirt over top of her ass, exposing the same blue lacy panties she was wearing in the photos she’d sent earlier. He can practically hear her smug grin as his cock twitches in his pants.
“Now, be a good girl,” he says as he withdraws his hand, “and take it.”
Stelle gasps when Veritas’ hand comes down hard on her ass. She doesn’t even feel the sting of the impact, only satisfaction that her plan has worked. Small noises escape her mouth as Veritas repeatedly spanks her, running his hand over her ass between hits.
One particularly hard hit forces a cry out of Stelle, and she quickly covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh?” Veritas says, intrigued by her reaction.
He lifts his hand, stopping all movement. It doesn’t take long for Stelle to start whining, wordlessly begging for more. But he doesn’t continue, opting to watch her desperation grow instead. Stelle is stubborn, but Veritas isn’t about to give in so easily. She keeps squirming around, but he presses a hand against the small of her back, keeping her still.
“Are you waiting for something?”
Stelle whines in response.
“You’re a smart girl, you can use your words.”
“Please keep spanking me,” she requests, turning her head to face Veritas. He gives her a knowing look, unwilling to continue until she completely submits.
“...Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Stelle moans loudly as Veritas spanks her again and again, the pain of each impact increasing with every hit. Her ass has started to become an irritated red, and she’s certain that she will have difficulty sitting tomorrow, but none of that matters right now. All she wants is for her boyfriend to put her in her place. After all, it wasn’t often that she gave him total submission.
After dozens of unrelenting hits, Veritas’ hand trails down her ass to between her thighs, gently pushing them apart. Stelle’s excitement peaks again, and eagerly spreads her legs for him. She whines when his fingers work their way to her clitoris, touching her exactly where she needs it most.
Soft moans spill from Stelle’s mouth as Veritas picks up the pace, rubbing her clit in small circles while running his other hand up her back and neck. Without warning, he grabs her hair from the roots, making her keen loudly as he lifts her face away from the blankets. Her noises nearly double in volume now that Veritas can hear her properly. For a moment, he considers letting her cum like this. The thought is definitely tantalizing, but she deserves more after taking her punishment so well, doesn’t she?
He retracts his hand, but before Stelle can even object, Veritas slides two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy, leaving his thumb to rub her clit. Wasting no time, the pads of his fingers pressing hard against her g-spot, making her cry out in overwhelming pleasure. It’s almost unfair, how ridiculously good he is with his fingers. She grips onto the blankets, trying to keep herself as still as possible, knowing that if she started squirming too much, Veritas would stop. Her needy moans mix with the filthy noises coming from between her legs, so loud it’s almost embarrassing.
Veritas pushes a third finger in with ease, and Stelle moans at how good the stretch feels. “Such a good whore, taking it so well.”
He lets go of Stelle’s hair, and she gasps in relief. The small movements of her hips provide just the slightest amount of friction and pressure against Veritas’ dick, not quite enough to distract him, but it’s definitely making him crave more. Stelle’s noises start to increase in volume, getting more and more frantic as Veritas keeps curling his fingers against her g-spot, thrusting them in and out as his thumb plays with her clit. She can barely get her words out through her moans when she feels herself get close to the edge.
“Can I- can I cum please?” she asks in a frantic tone.
“You can do better than that,” he replies coldly.
“Please, please Veritas I need it,” she begs shamelessly. “Please let me cum Sir, ah~, please!”
“Good girl,” he praises, “cum.”
Moans and whimpers spill from Stelle’s lips while she cums, making a complete mess all over her thighs and Veritas’ hand. Mercifully, his fingers slow down as she squeezes around them. He whispers praises as she comes down from her high, telling how she did so well for him, how she was such a good girl. Expecting her to stay put for a while longer, he rubs his other hand over her back, but to his surprise, she gets up from his lap. Her fucked-out expression is so adorable, making him want more.
She climbs onto him, straddling his lap. Veritas’ breath hitches when she lightly grinds against him, wanting to feel his hard cock between her thighs. Stelle wasn’t going to be satisfied until she was getting fucked, and she knew Veritas wouldn’t be either.
Rocking her hips back and forth, she grinds against his lap, her pussy leaving wet stains all over the fabric of his pants. A couple of small noises escape from Veritas when she runs a hand under his shirt, lifting it up to expose his chest. His toga slips off shoulder and he unwraps it, removing it along with his shirt, giving Stelle full access. She grabs his arms, feeling his biceps flex while he discards her top before kissing him. The air crackles with passion and intensity as the sound of their lips smacking together fills the room. Stelle gasps when Veritas squeezes one of her breasts through her lacy bra.
Several times, Veritas catches her bottom lip between his teeth, making her whine by gently tugging on it. One hand continues to play with her breast, while the other holds onto her waist, pulling her closer. All the while, Stelle grinds steadily against his lap, indulging in the feeling of his hard cock against her pussy.
The sensation finally becomes too much to bear, and Veritas releases Stelle to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. She smirks at the way his dick strains against the fabric, clearly desperate to be touched. He pulls his pants down slightly, freeing his aching cock. Stelle gets off his lap, but before she can get back onto the bed to lie down, Veritas grabs her waist.
“No,” he commands, looping his thumbs below the waistband of her skirt, “ride me.”
He removes her skirt in one quick motion, which she steps out of to sit in Veritas’ lap again. The sight of Stelle dressed in lacy blue lingerie, already fucked-out from her first orgasm, sitting in his lap stops him right in his tracks. He runs his hand up her thigh, towards her waist and rests it there, feeling the soft curve of her body.
“You like what you see?” Stelle teases, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her words snap Veritas back to reality, “Indeed, I do,” he responds. “Now…”
He grabs his cock and lines the tip up with Stelle’s hole, pushing the lace of her wet panties off to the side, “Be a good whore for me.”
Without being told, Stelle sinks down on his cock, moaning at the feeling of it filling her up so well. Veritas breathes a small sigh when she bottoms out, indulging in the sensation of her pussy squeezing around him. But he doesn’t let himself linger, and grabs onto Stelle’s waist, helping her bounce on his cock. The angle of her hips is just right, and she moans and whines unashamedly with each thrust.
Veritas withdraws his hand from her waist, sliding it down her body towards her ass. At first, Stelle expects him to grab her, but is pleasantly surprised when he smacks her ass again. He wasn’t using nearly as much force, but since she was already sore from earlier, she cries out loudly, her oversensitive skin flaring up in pain. Even the gentle brushes of Veritas’ hand against her skin make her flinch. But tonight, Stelle is obedient, and will do whatever her boyfriend requests of her, even if it means enjoying a little bit of pain.
With every hit, Veritas groans softly, relishing in the way Stelle tightens around him. He alternates between gripping her ass and smacking it, always keeping her on her toes. After some time, he switches sides, still holding onto Stelle’s waist with his other hand. Her face contorts in both pain and ecstasy with each impact.
“Touch me,” she pleads.
“You must be more specific,” Veritas replies, spanking her ass with just a little more force than before.
“Ah! Touch my clit, please Sir.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, removing a hand from her waist to rub her clit.
Stelle gasps at the sensations of both her clitoris and g-spot being pleasured simultaneously. It’s nearly mind-breaking, just how overwhelmingly good Veritas’ fingers and dick feel. She grips onto him harder, digging her nails into his upper back to keep herself steady. Veritas doesn’t even react to the pain, keeping silent aside from his heavy breathing and an occasional groan of pleasure. He studies Stelle’s expression, watching her unfocused pupils dilate from the oxytocin that floods her body.
As he feels himself coming closer to orgasm, he stops spanking Stelle’s ass, opting to help her ride his cock again by grabbing her waist. Unsurprisingly, her sounds start to increase in volume again, signifying that she’s close to cumming too. But Veritas waits for her to beg. He needs to see the desperation in Stelle’s eyes. He needs to watch the pleasure tip her over the edge and completely break her. To his delight, it doesn’t take long for her to start begging.
“Please let me- mm! Please let me cum, Veritas. Please!”
But he doesn’t respond, trying to enjoy Stelle’s begging for as long as possible. He knows she’ll be good, and hold off her orgasm until she receives permission.
Her nails dig into his skin as she pleads with him for what feels like minutes, even hours. Wanting nothing more than to let go and have Veritas make her cum.
“Let go, my dear.”
Broken moans fill the air as Stelle climaxes, practically milking Veritas’ cock as he cums inside her. His fingers press into her hips, holding her in place while he groans softly, while his other hand slows to a stop. For minutes afterwards, Veritas holds Stelle close, enjoying the way she rhythmically squeezes his cock, borderline overstimulating him. Her breath tickles his ear, and she lets out the occasional whimper at the slightest of his movements.
Once she’s regained some strength, Stelle - with some help - lifts herself off Veritas’ dick. She whines at the sudden emptiness she feels, but is quickly distracted by the sensation of her boyfriend’s cum slowly dripping from her hole.
“Well then, did you enjoy your punishment?” Veritas asks.
“I did,” Stelle smiles, lifting her hand to cup the side of his face, giving him a fleeting kiss. “Thank you.”
With shaky legs, she gets off his lap, still having to use the bed for support. Veritas follows suit and extends a hand to lead her out of the room. It was customary that the two had a nice warm bath together as aftercare, as long as Stelle wasn’t too fucked-out to stay awake, that is. She takes his hand, giggling at the fact that he never bothered to take his pants off before sex. He doesn’t even bother to scold her, she deserves her fun after being so obedient after all.
Stelle stares into the bathroom mirror, watching Veritas while he starts to run the water. The focused yet soft expression makes her smile, it wasn’t one she got to see after all.
“I love you,” she says.
Veritas comes up behind her, and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I love you too.”