Honor Student - By Teresa Mummert Page 0,16

It had a dark cherry finish and the head and footboard were slatted. He crawled over me and looked up and down my body as he slid the belt up my belly and over my chest. “Give me your hands.” He said quietly. I held my hands out in front of me. He pressed my wrists together and looped the belt around them, pulling them up above my head and slipping the belt through an opening in the headboard. “That’s better.” He whispered in my ear, kissing along my jaw then sliding his tongue into my mouth hard. I pushed back with my tongue as his hips grinded into me. His hands tugged at my jeans, sliding them farther down my hips, leaving my panties in place. My breathing quickened as his lips traveled down my body, sucking hard as he reached my nipple. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips against him.

“Shhh…” he whispered as he slid his hand inside of my pants rubbing over my panties. I moaned louder and his hand stopped. “I warned you.” He scolded with a sadistic smile. He pushed off me. “Roll over.” He commanded. I hesitated. “Now!” he said with his teeth clenched. I flipped over onto my stomach as my heart raced. He pulled my jeans off and threw them across the room. His hand slid over my backside several times, his fingers dipping between my legs and rubbing over my sex. Suddenly, his hand came down hard across my backside causing me to yell out in pain. “Shhh…” he said again as his hand came down harder. I bit my lip trying to hold back my screams. His hand slid soothingly over my wounded bottom. I felt his warm lips kiss me and then they were quickly replaced with his hand. I was able to hold back, taking the pain in. I wanted to scream at him but part of me wanted more of him. “Good girl.” He whispered into my ear and I could hear his pants unzip as he slid them off. “Now you get a reward.” His body lowered onto mine and I could feel his manhood against my most sensitive areas. He grinded his hips into mine and I pushed back, lifting my bottom. “You want me?” he asked.

“Yes” I breathed. His hips pushed into me harder.

“Yes what?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

“Yes, Sir” I replied in a low moan.

“Not yet.” He whispered and his body left mine. I did not like being tortured like this. I tugged at the belt to free my hands but they were bound too tightly. “Roll over.” He commanded and I slowly flipped back over. He stood on the side of the bed completely naked, his hand stroking himself as he licked his lips. “Spread your legs.” He demanded. I slid my feet apart slightly. “Wider!” he yelled angrily. I moved my legs farther apart as I watched him pleasuring himself. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His free hand slid over my panties, rubbing over me as he mirrored the pace on himself. I grinded back against him, closing my eyes, completely lost in the pleasure. “Look at me.” He commanded, rubbing harder and faster. I gasped but kept from moaning. He leaned in closer kissing my inner thigh. It tickled and I tried desperately to pull my legs in closer but he pushed them back. He kissed slowly along my panty line, breathing hotly over me. He slipped his fingers inside my underwear. “You’re so very wet. I wonder how you taste.” He said as he pulled my panties off to the side slowly began teasing me with his tongue. I arched my back off the bed, trying desperately to get more of him. As I pushed, he thrust his finger inside of me. His tongue continued as his finger moved quicker and with more force. It took a moment to get used to but soon it became incredible. I matched his motions with my hips as he slid in another finger, preparing me for him. I rotated my hips and grinded against his mouth. My body began to shake as waves of pleasure rippled through me. It was like nothing I had ever felt. I lay still as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me. Mr. Honor moved up the length of my body and slowly pushed his weight on top of me. “You taste amazing. I want you to taste