“Sit down.”
And just like that, he thickened the air made already tangible by the long silence that came before he spoke.
Stella took her seat directly across him and turned her gaze toward the floor. Saddled in deep green velvet and held together by mahogany, the chair was, sadly, not as comfortable as it was aesthetically pleasing. *A problem plaguing this entire school*, Stella thought to herself as she shifted in her seat, waiting for him to speak once more.
Turns out, she had not long to wait.
“Did you think this funny, Ms. Lyon?”
Stella held her tongue. He continued.
“I asked you a question.”
Stella pulled her gaze from the beautifully carpeted floor and met his. She almost immediately regretted this decision. Dean Knowles’ gaze was one of frightening intensity, and it did not help that he was quite the looker, and young to boot. He stood tall, taller than nearly all of the rest of the staff at school, with shoulders twice as wide as Stella’s, features seemingly cut from marble and black hair side-parted and impeccably messy. Today, like most days, he wore a navy blue, well-tailored suit that hugged his body tightly. His jacket, however, lay resting on his chair while he stood, slowly pacing the room. Even more slowly, he proceeded to roll up the sleeves of his collared shirt, allowing Stella to lay her eyes on his forearms. *Bad idea*, she thought. They were thick, well carved and **extremely** distracting. She pulled her gaze from them and found herself looking at his navy blue trousers, tailored so well that Stella could clearly make out the muscles in his thighs in certain positions, as well as perhaps even a bulge on his left thigh. Stella tried not to think of it. Tried and failed.
It would be a gross understatement to say that the female student body found him attractive; many of them would halt what they were doing to catch a glimpse of him in the hallways. Stella wasn’t quite that enamoured with the man, but she couldn’t deny his appeal. He exuded authority and power.
“Speak.”
Stella nearly jumped in her seat at the order. Dean Knowles didn’t usually speak so plainly, but she supposed everyone had their bad days and followed his request.
“N-no, sir.” She stammered, and slowly returned her gaze downward. Stella hated not looking him in the eye. For any other school faculty member, she would have been positively glaring; Knowles was much too imposing.
“You know, this school doesn’t just accept anyone, Ms. Lyon. And we pride ourselves on choosing applicants that we think won’t be a distraction to their fellow students.” He had now come around to the front of his desk, where Stella sat meekly, and leaned on it in front of her. He continued. “Now, you’re graduating this year. You, and most of the students in your year, have turned 18 by now. That makes you adults. Now, despite being adults, I can still punish you for misdoings like I would our youngest students. And, in fact, some of our faculty here would have me do that to you as well; seeing as how this isn’t the first time we’ve been so… *blessed* by one of your silly pranks.”
He paused, placed his right hand on his face and rubbed his messy 5 o’clock shadow. He continued once more.
“However,” he asserted, “I am not one to treat my students unfairly. You’re an adult, and it wouldn’t be fitting to give you detentions and the like. I’ve given you enough of those in your previous years here, it seems. So, I’m going to try something **new** with you.”
Stella blinked. She had never heard from any of her friends, or indeed any of the students, of Knowles doing anything of this nature before. As anxious as she was, she couldn’t deny he had peaked her interest. She lifted her head, looked straight at the dean and spoke.
“Pardon me, sir,” she began, “but what do you mean *‘something new’*?”
Dean Knowles lifted himself up from his leaning position and walked forward, past Stella, to the very back of the room where the door stood. Stella continued to look where he had once stood leaning on his desk while he traveled to the back of the room. He seemed to place a hand on the knob for several seconds, lost in thought she presumed, before promptly locking the door shut.
If Stella was curious before, she was utterly fascinated now, her eyes darting back and forth as she listened to the footsteps of Knowles returning to her. *What the hell is going on*, she thought to herself.
And that was when she felt a firm grasp on her shoulder.
“Stand up, Ms. Lyon.”
His hand on her shoulder had sent an electric shock out from the place of origin to her furthest extremities. Stella closed her eyes and stood up slowly. Despite Knowles not being in front of her, she refused to open her eyes.
“Turn around for me.”
Another order. This one did it for Stella. She was undeniably turned on at this point. How could she not be? His deep, rumbling tones coupled with what he was saying and the grasp he had on her shoulder were inescapable. She could feel her face flushing in arousal. She turned around to face him.
“Good.” He removed his hand from her shoulder. Stella’s eyes still were not meeting his, which he rectified by placing his forefinger underneath her chin and lightly angling her face upward. His eyes wandered across her face, from her proud, pouted pink lips, to her dark brown eyes and sharp eyebrows. His eyes wandered again, down to her chest, where two small, A-cup breasts lay hidden underneath her collared shirt. And his eyes wandered once more, down to the legs wrapped in skirt that she so badly wanted him to spread with his own hands.
“Open your eyes, Ms. Lyon.” He breathed.
Stella opened them, and nearly fell to the floor at once. What she saw staring back at her were Dean Knowles bright green eyes peering into her being. And he knew exactly what he saw.
“Ms. Lyon,” he broke the silence, forefinger still underneath her chin, “I’m going to tell you now what I meant by *‘something new’*. You want to hear it, don’t you?” His voice, much quieter now than previously, still retained its low rumble, a rumble Stella could almost feel now that she was so close to him. It ran her insides ragged. She nodded in response to his question, unable to find the words to answer him aloud.
“Good girl.” Stella could feel herself beginning to soak through her underwear.
“What I’m going to do,” He resumed, “is make you mine. Does that sound good, Ms. Lyon?” A nearly silent moan escaped Stella’s mouth, a mouth that Dean Knowles saw fit to place one of his large, calloused hands over in response. *Fucking hell*, Stella thought, *just pound me right now*.
“I’m going to take that as a yes. Starting with this pretty little mouth.” Knowles slipped a finger from the hand that was over her mouth deep into it and Stella, without thinking, closed her eyes and began to run her tongue along the length of it.
“Such a good little girl you are, Ms. Lyon.” He said softly in her ear. She nodded, mouth and lips still wrapped faithfully around his finger. With his second hand, he slid into the hair at the back of her head and gripped a fistful of her hair tightly at the base of her skull. He pulled her head back, slowly removed his finger from her willing mouth and met her full, slightly parted lips with his own.
Stella, eyes still closed, felt his lips meet her own and almost audibly moaned once more. His lips were thick, full and impossibly soft, but his kisses were forceful, passionate and consumed her. She felt his leg press in between her thighs and used it for herself. Stella moved her hips along his leg uncontrollably, seeking to alleviate the aching sensation that had taken hold of her.
Out of nowhere, Dean Knowles pulled himself from her, removed his hand from the back of her skull, wrapped it around her tiny throat and pinned her to the wall behind her. Stella gasped for air and a slight smirk made its way across Knowles’ face. He inched close to Stella’s ear and spoke, barely more than a whisper.
“You want my cock inside you, don’t you? You do. I can tell. Look at the way you’re trembling for me. You’re absolutely **soaked**. You can’t even help the way your hips are moving. You want to rub that clit raw right now. Better yet, you want **me** to rub that clit raw. Even better yet, you want my cock to stretch the walls of that cunt so wide that your eyes disappear into the back of that head of yours. Well, I’m going to. I’m going to **fuck** you, Ms. Lyon. **And you’re going to love it**.”
He was right. She was completely soaked and as turned on as she’d ever been in her life. She wanted his cock inside her right now, pulsating and filling every bit of her pussy. She wanted his gorgeously shaped lips around her clit, his mouth sucking on it and his eyes watching her twist and squirm in pleasure. She wanted his cock to hit the back of her throat, again and again and again until she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to cover his thick cock in her saliva before watching it slide inside her wet slit.
She watched him hungrily as he unbuckled his belt, forcibly turned her around, placed her hands on the wall now in front of her and hiked up her skirt. Stella bit her lower lip in anticipation and turned her head around to look at him.
His belt already on the floor, Knowles unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned the top button. As he slid them off of his legs, Stella could see the outline of his cock in his tight, black boxers. Her mouth began to water. Without realizing it, she had removed one of her hands from the wall.
As quickly as he had pinned her to the wall the first time, he grabbed the hand that had moved from it and placed it back on the wall.
“Move it again, and I will have to punish you severely, Ms. Lyon.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
Dean Knowles continued, slowly sliding his boxers off of himself, revealing his stiff cock. Stella breathed low and deep, staring at his cock with longing she had never experienced before. Pressing his cock to the lips of her soaking pussy, he skated his hard cock along them from top to bottom several times, coating his cock in her juices before sliding it in so slowly Stella thought she might lose it.
Inch by inch, Knowles’ cock traveled deep inside Stella, until his deeply chiseled, v-shaped hips met her round, shapely ass. A gasp escaped her once more, and this time Knowles wedged two large fingers inside her mouth to calm her as his thrusts became more and more forceful. With his other hand, he gripped her hip so strongly that she was sure there was to be a handprint there for several days, perhaps weeks.
But Stella didn’t care. Knowles’ cock filled her so deeply and so satisfyingly that he could leave handprints wherever he wanted. Her eyes flitted between open and closed with every thrust of his monstrously thick cock and her mind had gone blank. All she wanted was for him to fuck her harder. Deeper. Faster. She wanted to be his.
With every grunt she heard escape his mouth, she grew even more aroused. Stella felt his hot, flushed face on her neck, breathing down it and moaning to her as her cunt tightened around his massive cock. She could feel him start to tense and throb. *Please cum inside me*, Stella thought to herself, as she began to feel his hand travel from her hip to her clit, where he rubbed her down as his cock pounded her into the wall savagely.
“You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?” He exhaled as he thrusted into her. Stella could barely form words; he had consumed her. Still, she managed. “Yes, please, cum inside me, please!” Stella moaned.
Knowles pressed his mouth to her ear from behind, his hot breath sending goosebumps to every fiber of her body. He spoke.
“Good girl. Now cum for me.”
And with that, all the aching that had welled up inside her exploded. Her knees gave way and she would have fallen flat on her face were it not for Knowles holding her up. Her toes began to curl and her back began to arch uncontrollably as she came, not only still with his cock inside her but with his cum beginning to fill her pussy to the brim. The feeling of his cock pushing his warm cum up her cunt as she came made her tremble uncontrollably in his powerful arms.
After some time, Knowles removed his cock from inside of her, lifted her up in his arms and placed her back in the mahogany chair. His cock in front of her, still hard, prompted her to attempt to wrap her mouth around it and suck the remaining semen from out of him. *Just a bit more, please*, she thought to herself, half in a daze from what had just happened.
She would have done it, were she not halted by Knowles himself, holding her head at arms length with a hand on the top. Stella snapped out of her stupor, and looked at him. He smiled at her. “Another time, perhaps. If you behave.”
Stella blushed intensely, realizing now just what she had done with Knowles. He pulled up his trousers over his immaculately toned lower body and continued.
“Now,” He said commandingly, “You’ve a class to attend if I remember correctly; last of the day, luckily for you. Now go, Ms. Lyon.”
Hesitantly, Stella stood from her seat and trotted toward the door, still soaking wet and in a daze. Unlocking the door to leave, Stella wraps her hand around the knob but stops.
“Thank you, sir.” She musters meekly. Her hand still on the door, Stella turns the handle and slips through the opening, catching a glimpse of Dean Knowles leaning coolly on his desk once more.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4wspta/the_dean_and_his_student_mfmdomfsubbdsm
Oh god. Please more.