Twelve

Back at my dorm, my ass hurts to sit on. So I rest on my stomach on my bed while continuing my sketch from earlier.
I kick my feet back and forth in the air behind me.
Dean's lesson was nice today. Real nice. I'm definitely not talking about math.
Maybe he won that round instead. To be fair, that was probably the best punishment I've ever recieved. Only Dean.
I keep promising myself to not have sex with him again, but I can't help myself. My libido is the blame, actually.
My phone buzzes once next to my sketchbook. To my surprise, it's from Dean.
What does he want? To whoop me numb again?
I smile as I open the message.
"I have just finished grading papers. Meet me at my place now." It reads.
I swallow hard. I must have received a low grade on the last assignment. I felt so confident on it though, I was sure it would get an A.
Sliding off my bed, I grab my keys and leave.
* * *
I knock on the door with my hand shaking.
Haven't I had enough punishments for the week?
I can't even feel my rear anymore besides the burning pain he left me. I can't take it anymore.
The door opens to a lady with a blue shirt tucked into cakis underneath an apron. Her hair is pulled back also.
She smiles and welcomes, "Come in, Miss White."
I give her a polite grin as I walk in.
"Would you like anything to drink?" She offers politely.
"No thank you." I grin.
She nods her head and informs, "Mr. Collins will be with you shortly." She walks past me into the kitchen.
I casually walk towards the living room and stare out the large glass wall. Outside, the sky falls to a faint blue. Normally, I would be under my tree at this time. Instead, I'm going to get punished again. By the end of this, I'm not going to have a butt anymore.
"Glad you could make it." Dean's voice startles me. I turn on my heel to face him.
My body begins to quiver as butterflies flutter in my stomach again. I force a smile.
"So, you graded my paper?" I cut right to it.
He grins. "Yes." He walks towards me.
I back up slowly. "What was it?"
"It was your best yet. You scored a ninety-eight." He stops and slides his hands into his pockets.
I smile. What a relief!
"Really?" My voice squeaks.
I'm horrible at math. This is really good of me, especially that high.
He chuckles. "Yes. Good job. You've been working hard in class and during our sessions. See what hard work gets you?"
I smile. "Yes. Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it."
"My pleasure." He grins.
My face twists after a moment. "So, that's why I came here? To find out my good grade in person?"
He chuckles. "No, well, yes. Actually," he strides towards me and places his hands around my waist. He mutters seductively between us, "I wanted to congragulate you in person."
I place my hands on his biceps. "Oh, I see. So this was a booty call, Mr. Collins?" I bite my lip.
"Well, when you put it that way." He shrugs while pulling me towards him. "I call it celebrating. Rewardance, perhaps."
I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm ready for my trophy, then."
"Oh, you're getting it." He mumbles while pushing me against the wall. His lips press into mine as his hands run down the side of my body.
I bite his lower lip softly just before he pushes me onto the couch. I lay on my back with him in between my legs. He sits on his heels while loosening his tie. He tosses it onto the ground, then his jacket. He unbuttons his shirt and discards it also.
I lick my lips at the sight of his beautiful body.
He slides my dress off (again today) and tosses it with his clothes on the floor.
He smiles. "I'm pleased to see that you're still wearing your lingerie, Miss White."
"Anything for you." My bottom lip meets my teeth.
I'm actually glad I decided to stay in it. I had just didn't feel like getting out of it yet.
"Take your corset off." He demands, his face back to his intimidating self.
I obey by unstrapping the top from behind and tossing it on the floor. Now I only wear my thong with my stockings, boots, and garter.
He swallows hard while staring down at me. "Do you know how sexy you are?"
I blush while looking away.
I never really considered myself attractive, despite all the boys who hit on me. Sure I had good days where I felt confident and saisfied, but I never once considered myself to be 'sexy.'
He slides off my garter. Then, he slides my boots off, one at a time slowly. He slips my stockings off even slower. The anticipation is torturing.
Now I'm completely naked.
He lowers his head and kisses my neck, then kisses my collar bone, then my chest, then in between my breasts. His lips slide over each breast and teases them slowly.
Suddenly, I feel his thumb circle my clitoris.
I gasp from his unexpected touch.
His tongue explores my skin on each breast, going over the nipples, back and forth, sucking and licking.
I sigh a bit loud while pressing my cheek into the couch.
His palm replaces his thumb and slides his index finger inside me. He pulses it in and out, in and out very slowly.
"Dean," I whisper from the pleasure.
His lips move down my stomach, leaving a trail from my breasts. He kisses in between my hips while his finger hooks inside me.
I gasp and tilt my head back.
He licks my right hip bone, then slides over to my left, his teeth skinning me. "You're all mine." He breathes while pulsing his finger harder.
I gasp again as I build up.
Before I could even release, he immediately pulls his finger out so that his tongue can take its place. He repeats the same motion while pushing my legs apart. His tongue circulates inside me.
I yelp as I release onto him.
He sits up and smirks at me. "What a good girl."
I close my eyes while catching my breath.
His hands wrap around my ankles and places each of them on each of his shoulders. He then thrusts only his tip into me.
He slides it in and out smoothly, stopping at only the tip. He repeats this several times in a teasing manner. I begin to anticipate when he will go in completely.
Either way, it still tortures me. I don't know if its the position I'm in or what he's doing, but It's pleasant.
I moan softly to his repetitive motion.
He then squeezes my ankles as he thrusts himself completely in me.
I throw my chin up and gasp deeply while shutting my eyes.
I was not expecting it yet!
He thrust harder as I yelp. The build up intensifies.
Another thrust. I cry out my pleasure.
Another thrust. My hips flex, causing me to release onto him before he does.
I close my eyes and catch my breath.
He lowers my legs off of him and plants a kiss on my forehead. "Good job, baby."
* * *
I walk into Dean's room wearing his t-shirt. He lays in bed when his eyes spot me with a smile.
I join him, pushing myself against his body. His arm wraps around me.
"I didn't know you were so flexable, Miss White." He mutters in between us.
"Ten years of gymnastics, Mr. Collins." I reply as I look up at him.
His eyebrows shoot up with a smile. "Really? That will come handy." He mutters.
I giggle. "I look forward to that."
I imagine all kinds of positions he'll put me into. The thought causes me to smile.
"I want you to have something." He says softly after a moment. He leans over to the night table and sits back up with a small box.
"Oh, Dean, you didn't have to," I watch him, my expression falling.
"No, it's just a little something." He hands me the small box. It's gray with a lid and a small bow on top.
I'm going to feel awful if it's a necklace. I hate it when people buy me gifts. It's not that I don't appreciate it, because I do, I just don't feel that I've earned it from them.
I open it to see a black, lace underwear. A smile slips my lips. I glance up at him. "Underwear?"
Have we really come to that point?
He smiles and reaches into the box to retreive a small round oval with two buttons on it. He holds it up by his head in between his thumb and index finger. "Not just any underwear, Rosie."
I tilt my head. "What is that?"
"It's a remote." He replies with a satisfied grin.
My jaw drops as my eyes lower back down to the underwear. He didn't.
But, he did!
"Vibration panties? Really?" I giggle.
He nods his head. "This game isn't over yet, my dear." He continues, "I want you to wear it tomorrow." He lowers his eyes to mine.
I suck my lips in and imagine him teasing me during his class. He would find it very amusing. But, would I?
Of course I would. Just as long as I get him back. He has no idea about all the tricks up my sleeve too.
Setting down the box on my lap, I accept his challenge. "Alright, I'll wear it."
"Good, because I wasn't taking no for an answer." He grins to the side.
Tomorrow is going to be fun. I then remember that tomorrow my class leaves on a plane to Paris. He won't see me until Tuesday. My expression falls.
"Wait, tomorrow I'm leaving for paris." I glance up at him, my bottom lip pouting. Only Dean could make me not wanting to go to Paris.
He grins. "I know. I'm coming too." His hand caresses the side of my face.
I tilt my head. "What?"
"I offered to chaperone." His hand moves to my shoulder.
My eyes drift away. That's not a good idea. He'll be tempting me all god damn day with his intimidating eyes and his sexy grin. Not to mention, he'll be teasing me with only just my underwear! How are we suppose to be incognito with everyone all around us the entire time? We'll definitely be caught.
"What's wrong? I thought you would be excited." His fingers tip my chin up so that my eyes meet his.
"Dean, as much as I love the thought of us being in Paris together, I can't stand fearing that we will be caught." I suck in my lips, my tongue meeting it, moving right and left as I think.
He grins warmly. "Rosie, it's fine. We're not going to fuck right in front of them." He chuckles.
I roll my eyes. "I know, but it's the little things I'm talking about. Like, the way you touch me and the way you talk to me. Someone would definitely catch on." My palm lands on my nose, my fingers over my eyes while I imagine it all.
He frowns. "It won't be like that. We'll just have to keep it professional; a student and her professor. Nothing wrong with that." He brushes my hair back behind my ear.
I narrow my eyes up at him. "That means no touching, no flirting, and no sex for a whole five days." I point my finger at him. "If we're going to do this, then we better do it right, just like a normal student with her professor would. Got it?"
He grins while tilting his head slightly. "Sounds like a deal."
I raise an eyebrow. I wasn't expecting him to be so okay with this. I thought maybe he would argue with me.
"You do realize that this means no sex, at all, right?" I assure.
He chuckles while nodding his head. "Yes. I understand. As painful as it will be not to fuck you, I will hold off."
I push my lips to the side. "Okay then."
"In the mean time," he smirks. "I'd like to see what gymnastics moves you're capable of."
I bite my lip while smiling. "Sure thing, Mr. Collins."
I slowly push myself towards the foot of the bed, crawling on my hands and knees as I shake my behind teasingly at him.
When I climb off the bed, I keep my back facing him while I slowly ease my palms to the floor in front of my toes. Using my core, I lift my legs from the ground and open them wide until my body is in the shape of a T, flashing my thong at him. My shirt slides down until it stops just above my below my breasts.
I can only see under the bed, but I can imagine his amused expression already.
He stays speechless.
After holding that position for a few seconds, I lower my right leg onto the floor behind me, pulling my torso up and placing my other foot on the floor with it. I turn to face him with my arms up in the air. "Tah-dah!"
With his hungry eyes, he throws himself forward to grab my wrist, tugging me onto him. He lays on his back with me on top of him. I straddle his hips.
"One last time." He growls and and yanks on my collar so that our lips meet.