Chapter Nineteen

                                    

                                          
          "You disobedient little witch," he reprimands furiously, quickly pulling out of you and ruining your orgasm, stopping your pleasure. The emptiness he leaves behind makes you cry out in dissatisfaction, your sobs filling the room. "Now I have to punish you..." he says, roughly grabbing you by the arm, pulling you off the bed and forcing you onto your knees on the cold floor. 
          He grasps a handful of hair at the top of your head, sending prickles of pain down your neck, "Open up," and you take his length in your mouth, tasting yourself. "You will learn to obey me," he utters, his thrusts becoming rougher and deeper. You take in his length, tears spilling down your cheeks. You gasp for air, his member ramming your throat and your hands grasping his thighs, clinging to him. You choke. He slows his thrusts and looks down at you, "Do you promise to be good and wait for my permission?" You nod your head, taking in as much of him as you can. 
           He reaches down and strokes your cheek, "Such a pretty girl, choking on my cock..." he purrs. At his praise your tongue swirls as your mouth struggles to fit around him. He slips out of you and roughly pulls you to your feet, bending you over the bed. His hands grasp your thighs, forcing them apart. He slips himself inside of you, forcing you to take all of him. You moan out in ecstasy as he grips your hair, pulling with every thrust. He quickens his pace and bends over you, his other hand pinning your wrists down over your head. "Be a good girl for me and come when I say," he says lowly in your ear. You feel your heat beginning to quiver, your climax approaching. Your heart pounds and you scream, "Professor, please!" 
          "When. I. Say." 
          You cry out at the denial, trying your hardest to hold back your pleasure. His massive member slams into your walls making you ache, tipping you closer to the edge. You whimper loudly in frustration. He thrusts harder, faster, and you beg, "Please, please...!" His hand reaches up and covers your mouth, your screams muffled against it. "Not yet..." he hisses, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh on your shoulder blade.
          "Now come for me," he moans as he plunges himself deeper, your walls tightening around him and your middle screaming in your reward. He roars at his own release, thrusting roughly into your abused pussy and he fills you up. You both moan out loudly, and you hope no one in the castle can hear you. 
          His warm, heavy body lays atop yours, his heart pounding against your back. He gently slips out of you and begins kissing your shoulders, stopping over the spot where he bit you and tasting your flesh with his hot tongue. He places a soft kiss on the forming bruise. 
          "Mine..." he whispers possessively.