I can still taste his fat cock in my mouth, and the delicious droplets of his seed on my tongue.

I wanted to finish him and suck him dry. I wanted to lick off every last drop of cum and swallow it all down like a good, submissive girl.

But that’s not what Dr. Leeds wants.

I feel him grab me from behind, and I jolt back in shock, my back slamming against his bare chest.

“Jesus,” I yelp. “I thought you were still in front of me.”

“No,” he says huskily, and then I feel his powerful hands clasping my waist. He pulls me up against him, and I feel the intense and burning warmth of his erect cock pressing into the small of my back.

“Mmm,” I moan, trying to slide up against him, but knowing I’m not tall enough to get his cock pressed against my ass cheeks.

He pushes me forward, and I stumble a few steps. He presses me one more time, and I feel my shins hit the bed frame. He shoves me harder, and I fall face first into the bed cushion.

I laugh and struggle to get up onto my knees, but then I hear a loud slap from behind me.

Just as the slap is ringing through my ears, the spike of pain hits me. My whole ass burns in pain, and my body involuntarily jolts forward. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes.

As the pain subsides, I feel adrenaline pulsing through me, and it rushes through the tender skin on my ass, filling me with a warm intensity that replaces the pain. It feels as if Dr. Leeds has slapped the boring and dull monotony out of me, and replaced it with pure adrenaline.

“I spanked you because you laughed,” he hisses. “You are always free to disobey me, Ms. Faria, just know that there’s always going to be a consequence. If you laugh, I will spank you.”

His words hang in the air, and tension builds through the silence.

My brain is rewiring itself to obey him, and to understand what he’s really saying.

If I want him to slap me again, which I do, I just need to laugh.

“Dr. Leeds,” I say, “you’re such a stern teacher.”

I giggle, and before I can even inhale again, he strikes me on the left cheek. The pain is just as intense as before, and I feel my fat ass shaking for some time even after his hand has moved away. I yelp as he hits me, and the force knocks the tears loose from my eyes. They stream down my cheeks, and when I bite my lip, I can taste their salty wetness on my tongue.

“Ms. Faria,” he says. “Such disobedience almost leads me to think you like this.”

I’m soaking wet between my legs, and my ass is tingling in pain, but my chest and blood is on fire. My senses are all running in overdrive. I could hear a pin dropping on the tile in the kitchen, even through the closed bedroom door.

“No,” I say. “I...I’ll behave.”

My ass hurts so badly even though it feels good. I don’t want to risk him hitting me again now that both of my cheeks are so red and raw.

The blindfold is still tight around my eyes. Maybe that’s another reason my other senses are so heightened. Many people close their eyes during sex anyway, so could it be that it really does make everything feel better?

I’m still on my knees. He must see just how wet I am, so why is he waiting?

I feel his light touch on my thigh, and it runs up along my ass. He touches me so gently now that there’s no pain. He can give me such good pain and pleasure, or like with the spankings, he can mix the two at will.

As he runs one hand along my hips and waist, I hear a metallic jangle.

“Is that,” I whisper. “I mean, are those…”

Then I feel the cold metal pressing against my wrist as he takes hold of me. I hear a series of loud clicks, then I feel the metal tightening around my wrist.

“Handcuffs,” he says. “Yes.”

“You only cuffed one hand,” I say. “Where’s the other one going?”

“You decide,” he says. “I’m going to finish off inside of you, so make sure it’s not too restrictive.”

All the vanilla ideas pop into my head. I could have him cuff me to the bedpost. He could cuff my hands together behind me. Or getting slightly more creative, he could cuff me to the bottom leg of the bed, so that he’d have to take me on the floor. That could get more interesting.

Then, suddenly, I remember how he left me tied to the projector screen all alone after he made me cum.

The obvious idea hits me. “Cuff me to you.”

I hear his laugh, and I know I’ve pleased him.

“Where on my body?” he asks. “The cuffs have only six inches of chain between them.”

“Your wrist,” I say.

I considered saying his ankle, or something else more difficult, but I want him to be able to fuck me good and hard. If I restrict him too much, it might make this less than it could—or should—be.

“Good,” he says, and I hear the other cuff click shut as his body presses me down onto the bed.

He strokes my hair back with his free hand, pulling it back and tossing it over my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, Ms. Faria, but you’ll look me in the eyes when I finally let you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding my head quickly.

I feel his thick cock pressing into the small of my back, and then it slides back across my body. He squeezes me with his cuffed hand, digging his fingers in as his cock moves between my ass cheeks.

It slides further back, and his warm hardness is now just inches away from my swollen outer lips and throbbing wet hole.

Finally. Fucking finally.

I feel his hips move, and then his swollen head presses up against my opening. I breathe heavily into my pillow, wondering if this is really going to happen. I’ve waited and dreamed of this for so long, how can it finally be happening after all these years?

He presses in. I feel my lips parting for him, and I draw in a breath. It catches in my throat, and turns to a high-pitched whine as Dr. Leeds’ thick, throbbing girth feels like it’s splitting me in two.

It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex. And I’ve never been with a man close to Dr. Leeds’ size. He stretches me so good as he presses deeper inside me. I feel my juices soaking him with each inch he plunges in. The pain increases as the full girth of his cock slides into me, and then it spikes. I cry out, and fresh tears soak my pillow.

“Pain is good, Ms. Faria,” he says.

It’s not an order, but I take it as one. The pain is good, and I buck my hips against him to feel it even more. He slides another inch or two inside of me, and the sharp pain turns to a dull soreness, but beyond the pain, I start to feel his intense warmth. I can feel his throbbing veins pumping inside me. I can feel the slick wetness of my juices on his cock as it slides further into me.

I become suddenly and intensely aware of his hand still on mine. The cuffs binding us seem almost irrelevant now, because his cock inside me binds us more closely than any metal or chains ever could. But his hand grips mine with a ferocious possessiveness, even as he’s ordering me to enjoy the pain and dominating me with his swollen cock, he’s holding me tightly in his hands. I’m his, and that thought makes my inner walls seize up and clench around his cock in rhythmic waves.

A high-pitched whine escapes my throat. I resist the urge to laugh, worried he’ll follow through on his threat of spanking me each time I laugh. I don’t want him to spank me right now; I just want him to slam into me with his cock. To ram into me, in and out until we both cum so hard that the bed sheets are soaked with our combined sweat and juices.

His balls finally press up against me, and I feel his throbbing cock so deep inside me. It’s deeper than I thought was even possible. I don’t know how my body can take in such a large piece of man, but it seems I was made for Dr. Leeds.

“It went all the way in,” he whispers behind me.

“You were going to slam into my cervix?” I ask, panting.

“Some women like it,” he says.

“Don’t talk about other women,” I snap back.

“I like this,” he says. “Being buried all the way inside you.”

I feel him flex his cock within me, and my eyes roll back into my head. He starts to slide back out of me, and there’s the sound of wet suction as he first begins to pull back. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been—wetter even than when he went down on me in the lecture hall.

I flex my hand beneath his, just so I can feel his strong hand around me even more. He squeezes it, and he thrusts himself all the way back into me.

He’s opened me up already, and when he goes back in, it’s tight as anything, but the pain is gone. His hips slam against my ass as he finishes his thrust, and I moan as pulls back out and slams all the way into me again.

He pumps me at a steady pace, the hard slap echoing across my room at a steady rhythm. I pull my shoulders back and buck my hips against him. He feels so damn good inside me, and I want to feel him as much as possible. I want to fully experience every stroke that Dr. Leeds has to give me. In the back of his mind, I know this thing between us will ultimately end. I need to treat each time we are together like this as a gift. I can never take it for granted, not even a single stroke.

I flex my inner walls against his cock as he continues drilling me. I feel my own juices running out and dripping down onto the bed, and then a loud grunt from Dr. Leeds drowns out all the other sounds.

He tugs at my wrist, pulling it back. I hear the chains of the handcuffs jangle as he pulls, and the cold metal around my wrist digs into my skin.

“Arch your back up, Ms. Faria. I want your beautiful fucking ass up in the air for me,” he hisses.

Normally, I would dig my elbows into the bed to accommodate his order, but judging by the way the fingers of his free hand are digging into my ass and hips, he seems to want to grip me as he fucks me. That means my hand has to go back, as well.

I dig my free elbow into the bed, and I let him yank my cuffed wrist back. He digs into my hips, and my arm stretches all the way back, almost painfully, while my cuffed hand just hangs limp at my side, supported only by the cold metal.

I press my knees into the bed and pop my ass up for him, but I start to lose balance with just one elbow supporting me. The awkward tug from my cuffed hand doesn’t help at all.

He twitches his cock inside me and growls, “Make it work, Ms. Faria.”

I press my head down to the side, flexing my neck. I use my neck and back muscles to press down where my elbow would normally go, and it stabilizes me enough—enough for him to start fucking me with a renewed fury.

He’s not slow this time. He slams and pounds and ravages me at breakneck speed. The punctuated slap, slap, slap sound from before now sounds more like a jackhammer or machinegun. And the feeling—God, the feeling—my pussy burns white-hot for his cock. My inner walls squeeze and milk him as I gush wetter and wetter for him.

Each time he slams me, the cuff chains clatter and my hand shakes as the metal cuts deeper into me. I’m aware that the handcuff is hurting me, but it’s a vague, numb awareness, as if I was on painkillers. Dr. Leeds’ cock stuffing me airtight is better than any IV drip of morphine.

I find myself screaming as I moan. When he drills all the way into me, and when my pussy clenches him involuntarily, my throat closes up, too, and my moans are cut off abruptly. Dr. Leeds pulls back out to hit me again, and my throat opens up suddenly, releasing a deep moan or scream that is cut off just as suddenly as he plows back inside my tight, drenched hole.

With my eyes blindfolded, I feel everything more intensely. I don’t know how it’s different than just closing my eyes, but it is. Especially when I open my eyes behind the blindfold and see nothing at all, it drives home the point that I’m completely at Dr. Leeds’ mercy and fully under his control.

As he fucks me raw, the feeling and intensity increases, and I sense an orgasm rising up. I don’t know if I believe his claim that he can fully control when he cums, but I know that I certainly can’t.

Just as the orgasm looms on the horizon, I feel my skin rubbed raw from the handcuff digging in. The pain is just as vague and removed as before, but I can tell it’s getting worse all the same.

I feel Dr. Leeds let go of my waist with his free hand, and then the muscle of his forearm digs into my back. He presses me down flat as he sinks balls deep into me and stops fucking me.

My hand falls down below his once again, and now that he’s stopped fucking me, and now that the tension is gone from my wrist, I can feel just how much it hurts.

“Is the pain good?” he asks me.

It’s a raw and burning pain all along my wrist. He flicks his hand up and pulls the metal back into the sore spot. It stings, and my muscles twitch involuntarily at the sudden shock of pain.

But as my body jolts from the pain, it moves all along his cock deep inside me, and my inner walls clench against his swollen rod. I moan involuntarily, and drool drips down onto the pillow. “It’s good, Dr. Leeds.”

“Now,” he says, “I sense you were going to cum. Do you know why I stopped?”

My first thought is that he is going to torture me. That he’d somehow stop for today and make me wait even longer. But then I remember the things he said earlier.

“Because,” I say, my voice heavy and worn out. “You said I’d look you in the eye.”

“Yes, Ms. Faria.” I feel his lips pressing against my earlobe, and then his teeth sinking in, biting me. I moan from the contrast of pleasure and pain.

He whispers into my ear. “I feel pain, too. My balls are throbbing. From the first moment I saw you again, I’ve not allowed myself any release. I’ve built this up all for this moment, but the pain is intense.”

“The pain is good,” I whisper.

“Only because I know how good the release will feel,” he says. “The more pain I feel now, the better it will feel when I let it all out inside of you.”

Inside of me. I realize he’s not wearing a condom. I’ve felt his skin against me, there was no latex to speak of. He’s going to blow his load into me, one that he’s built up for over a week. I’m not on birth control, but—

“Ms. Faria,” he says. “It’s time.”

His cock slides out of me, and my juices drip out in a hot flood as he slides completely out of me. I gasp, and he pulls at my shoulder, and he flips me effortlessly around to face him. He moves my arm gently, grasping it below the sore part of my wrist. As he flips me around to face him, he pulls my arm over my head, and once I’m flat on my back, my right hand is going across my chest, pressing into my breasts. He moves me like that without thinking about it, there’s no awkward or unsure movements. It tells me that this is certainly not the first or even tenth time he’s been cuffed to someone like this.

I feel something press against my nose. It presses more into me, and I feel it give way. It’s his nose, I realize, as the hot air from his breath hits me.

”I won’t pull off the blindfold until the last moment,” he says.

I nod, and he tugs at my leg with his free hand, urging me to spread wide. I obey his silent command, and I spread all the way, pulling my feet back toward my head. I want to open as much as I can for him; I need his cock inside me again.

He doesn’t waste time. He squeezes my hand, and I feel his forearm bear down on me, but he absorbs the tension this time, sparing my wrist, which has been rubbed raw. Our wrists are held out to the side. I can’t see him, but I can imagine how he’s holding his right hand out across his strong, wide chest. I can imagine how his bicep must be bulging, and his ab muscles are all popping out as he supports his muscular weight with just the strength of one arm.

He slaps his thick cock against my swollen pussy, and I spread even wider as I feel him slide back inside me. His cock feels familiar to me already, even though it’s our first time together. He fits tight and warm inside me, and it feels like he belongs there. I wonder briefly if he feels the same way, but once he begins to pound into me again, all higher thinking shuts off, and I can do little more than feel.

I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels in really good. I feel his muscles bulging and rippling beneath my feet. He’s fucking me as if he wasn’t tired at all, but I know he’s doing it all with just one arm holding him up. He’s in such good shape that I assumed he must go to the gym every day and lift huge weights, but seeing his prowess and creativity in bed, I almost wonder if his muscles and physique comes solely from fucking in contorted positions like this one.

I feel my breasts bouncing up and down across my body as he slams in and out of me. His balls slap hard against me with each thrust, and I dig my nails into the wrist of his cuffed hand as I arch and gyrate my hips against him. The friction and wetness reaches a peak intensity, and my moans become fully involuntary. I’ve lost all sense of time, and it’s fully possible my roommate came home while Dr. Leeds was inside me. If she did, she’ll hear me clear as day from anywhere in the apartment. Not that I care—nothing could stop me from screaming my lungs out right now.

The orgasm starts to hit me, and I pull my shoulders back and arch my body up.

My pussy gushes like a flooded river, and my legs begin to tremble as I wrap them tighter around Dr. Leeds’ body.

Without warning, there is light.

The first thing I see is the blindfold between Dr. Leeds’ teeth, and then he spits it out somewhere beside me. He locks his dark eyes on mine, and I can see each small radiation on his eyes. I can see myself reflected in his eyes, as if I was so far away from him rather than just inches from his face.

I’m still moaning, right into him, but having my sight come back so suddenly makes me feel like a blind woman who is seeing for the very first time.

I look down Dr. Leeds’ body, and I see he’s glistening in sweat. His muscles are popping out, and all the beautiful muscles on his free arm are bulging even more intensely than I’d imagined. I throw my gaze to the side, and I see the way my fingers are digging into his forearm. I see the chain between the cuffs swaying back and forth as he pounds in and out of me.

I look down again between my legs. His abs are perfectly defined, and each time his cock pulls out of me to slam in once again, I can see it’s drenched in my white-hot cum. Whether it’s his pre-cum or my own cum, I’m not sure. It’s probably both.

“Elijah,” I say in a whined and pained moan.

It’s the first time I’ve called him by his first name, but it feels like the right thing to do in this moment.

“Nikki,” he hisses, and he pounds into me as my pussy clenches vice-tight around him.

I throw my head back. My eyes close shut. All the things I drank in with my eyes took only two or three seconds, but the images play vividly back in my mind as Dr. Leeds fucks me into total oblivion.

“God,” he says. “I’m going to fill you so full.”

“Do it,” I shout. “Pump me full! Give me everything!”

Every muscle in my body convulses. My throat closes and stifles my breath and my moans, and it’s in that perfectly timed moment that Dr. Leeds releases his seed.

It hits my cervix with unbelievable intensity. I realize he must have been just fractions of in inch from bottoming out with his thrusts, as if my insides really were perfectly made for his cock.

The pressure of his release is so intense as it hits me, that the orgasm transforms. I remember vaguely hearing of orgasms from the cervix being possible, but—

God! He blows two or three more loads right into me, and each one sends a flash of ecstasy up through my body, up my spine, and it all dissipates as warm and fuzzy perfection deep within my brain.

Each time I think the pressure will subside, he blasts another load just as thick and fast as the one previous.

“Ughhh!” his voice is transformed. I can feel the release through the tone of his voice. I can sense just how much pain he was in from the utter exhilaration in his moans as he releases his burden deep inside me.

After six, seven, eight thick shots of cum—I lose count—the pressure subsides somewhat. The following blasts of cum are still thick and warm, but they don’t blast so hard against my deepest place, and I finally start to release my own tension.

My legs start to go slack, and my cuffed hand just hangs limply against the cuff. The raw redness from before turns into a sharp pain, but the fading orgasm and building afterglow numbs it all. The pain just becomes a point of contrast, something that feels like it belongs. Feeling nothing but warm ecstasy wouldn’t be right, I need that small bit of pain to heighten everything else.

He slides deeper in and out, and there’s suddenly a loud and wet popping sound as his thick cum breaks the airtight seal my pussy has created. His seed leaks out of me like a broken dam, and I feel it pooling beneath my ass, soaking into my sheets just as it soaked my insides.

“Ahh,” I let out a relieved moan.

Dr. Leeds pulls me onto my side and collapses down beside me. Bringing our conjoined wrists up into the air, he takes hold of my hand, our fingers interlocking together.

Our eyes find each other, and nothing needs to be said. We said all we could ever say with our bodies, and we both smile widely at each other, perfectly content as the afterglow wraps around us, joining us together more than the handcuffs ever could.

* * *

And as if it was all indeed a dream, I don’t see Dr. Leeds again for nearly two weeks. He’s never in his office, and even though people tell me they saw him at some odd hour, I never see him. His phone goes straight to voicemail, and he doesn’t return any of my texts.

For the first few days, I assume he’s testing me. It’s some kind of “pain is good” exercise, or he’s using distance to make us feel closer together.

After a week passes, I start to get on edge.

Sometime during the second week, I miss my period.

My period always arrives like clockwork, never varying by more than a day or two. I have it in my calendar, and when it’s four days late, I pick up a pregnancy test.

I think of Dr. Leeds talking about his finely honed sword. He let it build up power for weeks, denying himself release. He finally released it into me, as fertile of a target as any. I wasn’t on any form of birth control, and we never so much as considered using protection.

All of that build-up was released into me, filled me up, and gushed out of me.

I stare in terror at the pregnancy test as I wait for the result.

A dull color appears, and then a small little “plus” icon becomes clear as day. It’s the same baby blue color as Dr. Leeds’ tie.

The test has something like a one-hundredth percent margin of error, but I know my body well enough to know. Dr. Leeds’ sword was honed for one purpose, and it swung true. He knocked me up.