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“I hope you have learned something useful today.” His voice echoes as he pulls a chair to his desk and sits down, placing a textbook on it with a loud thud in the silent classroom. It never helped that Dottore was the epitome of stress to every damned student who took his class, and so was Lumine, piled up in his strict fuckery.
Overall the workload often stressed her, leading her to seek out a different kind of stress relief.
“Okay, we got...a forty-year-old...He has an anonymous profile, but would ya look at this!” Navia doesn't read the rest of the bio, turning to let Lumine have a look at the screen, seeing nothing but a picture of the dude's bare back. Instantly Lumine nods, a whistle flying out of her mouth. “That's one sexy back.”
Navia sets up a location, agreeing to meet at one of the nearby motels. And once the moon descended into the night sky, Lumine arrived at the motel, walking to the designated room number.
Lumine opens the door, her eyes scanning the room. It's quite tidy, with a bed in the middle, a mirror to the side of it, and an armchair in one corner. A room for her quick purpose. She steps inside as the door clicks shut behind her.
Now, what catches her attention is the man standing with his back turned from her, looking out the window, smoking a cigarette before he turns around. At that, they both freeze.
Her own professor. The one and only Professor Dottore.
His eyes were wide for a second, a flash of surprise flickering through his gaze before he quickly masked it, narrowing his eyes.
“Are you pulling a prank on me, Professor...” Lumine finally managed to speak, watching how he took a long drag from his cigarette, assessing her with a calculating look, as if weighing the situation.
“No, this is certainly unexpected,” he drawled, keeping his voice a low, smooth rasp before a chuckle escaped him as he straightened from the window. “Oh, this is rich. I would have never thought you would engage in such risky rendezvous…” He took one step towards her. “Though I suppose I'm not disappointed at all that it is you.” He exhaled the smoke like a sigh. “So tell me, did you actually read my bio? Or were you too busy—!”
Lumine cuts him off, panic evident on her face as her hands signal a time-out signal. Something he often did when he wanted silence during lectures.
His lips quivered into a sardonic smile as he watched her reaction, taking another puff of his cigarette. He seemed to be enjoying the situation, but that was hardly new. He was always enjoying himself at the expense of others, even during lectures.
“Don't give me that look. Aren't I your favourite professor?” That was a jest—a very dry one, considering he knew very well he was her least favourite. His subject tormented her.
Lumine almost snorted before stifling it. “Sorry, I'm... super confused right now. Wait.” She held her phone out and then brought up the photo she had seen on his profile. “You had your back in the picture—”
He exhaled more smoke, cutting her off with a languid wave. “My coat is right here.” He pointed at the screen as he had it hung on a hanger in the picture, then touched the black coat he's wearing now. It's unmistakably the same one. “...I do have an excellent taste,” he murmurs, mainly to himself. “Though you have questionable judgement.”
He takes two steps closer. “Tell me, if you’d known it was me… would you still have swiped right?”
“NO!"
Dottore smirks at her blunt answer, as if he'd expected nothing less. “No?” he echoed, the word laced with mock-pity. “My, you hurt my ego.” He feigned a wounded heart, placing his cigarette-free hand on his chest. “Here I was thinking I'd finally gained the attention of my dearest student.” Dottore’s gaze never leaving hers as he talked.
“Listen! Let me explain! My friend was swiping for me, and then... boom! She shows me your back picture. What the fuck? That's sexy as hell... so! I let her swipe, but for it to be YOU??” Lumine rambled purely out of panic.
“Ah. I was handpicked by your friend?” He lets out a low chuckle. “Does she know you're here now? Or are we both about to become a very awkward topic for conversations?” Dottore took one last drag before extinguishing it, his red eyes gleaming.
“She knows!”
“Ah, I ought to give my thanks to her then.” He was close enough now that she could see the faintest trace of stubble along his jaw and smell the tobacco and expensive cologne. “And remind me again, your professor is old. Who exactly called me ‘sexy as hell'...?"
“I did, but I didn't know it was you! So…”
“Aha… but it doesn't deny that you said it regardless.” He breathed a satisfied sigh. “And now we're alone in a motel room.” Lumine raised a finger in protest. “How about we go back to where we came from...”
“Oh no.” He caught her finger gently between two fingers, bringing it down. “We don’t go back.” His voice dropped lower. “Not after you walked through that door.” Dottore tilted his head slightly, his eyes glinting in amusement and the faintest hint of lust. “You came here for stress relief, didn't you?” he murmured, closer now than ever.
Lumine tensed up, his voice doing things to her brain. She rarely focused during his lectures because of how good he sounds. “Technically speaking I didn't—” He circled her until he stood directly behind her, and it didn't help that he could feel the heat radiating off her, even through the layers of clothes.
Dottore chuckled as his thumb brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist, an idle movement that sent a shiver skittering up her arm.
“Technicalities,” he tsked, leaning in so close she could feel the warmth of his breath ghost over her cheek. “Aren't we past those now?” Dottore lets out a shuddering breath when he inhales into her hair.
“Yes—I mean maybe. Oh god, are you going to fail me if I refuse?” Dottore slyly smiled, the kind that made the lines around his eyes wrinkle in the most aggravatingly attractive way. “I’d never fail you, dearest student…” he murmured right into her ear, making her shiver.
“What was the purpose of being on Tinder...?” Amused by the question, he hums.
“A simple experiment in human behaviour. " His voice makes her brain tingle. “Curiosity. Impulse. The illusion of anonymity in your case.” He let a second pass before adding, “Fascinating, isn't it? Under different circumstances you look at me and see ‘strict professor', but take away the identity that instills fear and suddenly I'm... sexy as hell.” Dottore stepped back to give her space as Lumine clamped a hand over her mouth, muttering the words ‘Fuck me’ for ever saying that about him to his face.
“Damn, Professor, that's a crazy experiment.” His laugh was like a purr that made her skin prickle, all while watching her with that amused smile.
“Don’t you think it's rather enlightening?” He stood in front of her once more, his eyes roaming over her. “Tell me, do you find me less attractive now?” Lumine automatically shakes her head.
“No, but you're scary...” His hand lifted and tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. It was an oddly soft gesture. "Hm, a common adjective for a professor.” He caught the way her breath hitched and the way her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as she blinked, and that made his smile grow a little wider, a little sharper. “Are you swooning over your professor, Lumine?” His index finger traced a path along her jawline.
She gulps as Dottore’s hand slides down from her jaw to her throat, pausing at the pulse point. He could feel it fluttering before his fingers slithered to the buttons of her blouse. “You're not protesting,” he murmured, his voice smooth as if he's pleased. “In fact, you seem almost…” He undid the first button, then the second. "Eager, dearest.”
“Fuck...Yeah.” The third button came undone, then the fourth. His knuckles grazing her skin with each languid gesture. “Language.” He huffs a low laugh, the sound sending a frisson of need down her spine.
The last button came undone as he slipped the blouse off her shoulders now, down to the floor, exposing her skin to his hungry eyes. “Please…” His palm flattened against the warm surface of her stomach. His touch was cool at first, but it burnt as it moved upward slowly.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now we begin.” He didn't give her a moment to catch her breath as she felt her back hit the mattress, and in a second he was there, settling on his knees on the floor.
Dottore grips her thighs, pulling her closer to his face, her left leg on his shoulder. Lumine clamped a hand over her mouth; the sight of him between her legs was criminal.
Her body responded to him without conscious thought, lifting her hips to allow him easy access to the last remaining layers of fabric. “Very eager,” he remarks again, the word tinged with approval as his fingers hook into the waistband of her skirt, tugging it down swiftly before tossing it aside on the chair in the corner.
“Don't move too much now," Dottore commanded in the same way she usually heard in his lectures, but the contrast between the control he normally displayed in class and the feral edge he showed here was dizzying, and she'd be a damn liar if she wasn't into it.
“Let's see how well you follow instructions.” At those words, Lumine instantly nods, her hand quickly unclapsing her bra in a second.
“I'll be good...” She mumbled, watching his hands explore, stroking and caressing, mapping the curves of her body in a way that suggested he had experience. All the while, his eyes were fixed on her face, taking in every little hitch of breath and the flutter of her lashes. the two of them watching each other. He liked being the centre of her focus—the object of her rapt attention. It fed his ego.
His hand fingers found a sensitive spot that drew a sharp inhale from her lips, making him repeat the motion. “You're very responsive,” he hummed in approval. “I like that.”
“I have never been this riled up before.” Lumine breathed out shakily. He seemed pleased with that confession, his grin sharp. “Never?” His head tilts slightly. “That's…” he pauses, his breath hot against her thigh. "...a damn shame.”
His fingers continued their teasing path up her thigh, inching closer to what's sorely sensitive. “You want to be good for your professor, don't you?” Lumine almost whined while nodding. “Yes... Professor. Yes...”
“Atta girl,” his fingers finally brushed over her heated core, a single fingertip tracing slow circles through the dampness gathering there as she gasped.
“I should take notes on this. A study in reaction and stimulus control.” He pressed his finger firmer, making her hips jerk upward instinctively.
“Stay still.” His voice dropped to a command, and she gripped the bedsheets. “You're still scary... But good god, it's hot as fuck.” Lumine sighed loudly, watching his smirk become feral at her words. The fact that he had her trembling, panting before him, saying the most filthy things was delicious.
His fingers continued to move slowly. “I'm flattered,” he drawled, the hint of mockery never leaving his voice. “I'll take that comment as very high praise.”
Lumine only huffed in response, and seeing the attitude, Dottore increases his pace with his fingers, making her let out a choked whimper. “There's that sound I've been waiting for.” He slows down in circular motion.
“Fuck—go faster... Please... ” Dottore’s hand stilled instantly and slowly dragged his fingers out to make her shudder. Dottore cocked his head away from her thighs, his eyes gleaming like the sadist he is when she whimpered at the loss. “Please go faster?” He repeated mockingly,
“I did say stay good, yet Lumine… you're already begging. Just for that you wait.” She whined loudly.
“Oh fuck. Wait—I'm sorry I'll behave.” He smiled, taking a moment to savour the sound of her frustration before sighing so dramatically and pushing his ring and middle fingers in her again, pumping his fingers slower than what she needed.
He leaned forward until his breath ghosted over her inner thigh. Just that alone made her spine arch as she swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth.
The first touch was a warm, open-mouthed kiss against her inner thigh as he moved higher, nipping on her soft flesh. He hummed against her skin, the vibration making her shudder violently. “We've only just begun, and I can already taste you...” Lumine clenched her thighs around his head.
His right hand slid up, grabbing her waist and holding her in place. “You just can't help it, can you?”
She freezes, her thighs going slack again, almost forgetting she had to be still. At that, his hands squeezed approvingly, appreciating her compliance. pleased that she remembered his command, that she was actually trying.
Dottore gives her a long, slow stroke with the flat of his tongue up through the centre of her clit before sucking gently on her clit as Lumine lets out a quiet moan, hips bucking involuntarily against his face. His nose continuously nudging that bundle of nerves.
His hand tightens on her waist, holding her down firmly. “I told you not to move.” Dottore pulled back to see her face.
A menacing smile spreads across his lips. “Overstimulated already?” He speaks more condescendingly, tracing a single finger along her slit—teasing, barely touching as she jerks.
“Hold your breath,” he ordered softly as he watched her tremble on the edge. “And keep those legs open.” She lets out a choked sob, wanting to squirm and move.
“Not yet, sweet lumine.” She did indeed want that sweet release, that overwhelming pleasure that would drain all thoughts from her mind, leaving her limp and breathless.
Dottore held her on the edge for what felt like an eternity, until she was shaking and clenching her thighs. But still, he didn't let go, licking her so much that she was almost certain it was his saliva keeping her wet rather than her release.
He was utterly shameless, watching her with a satisfied grin as she lay there trembling, completely undone after what felt like endless hours.
Dottore licks his lips, savouring the taste. “You're even sweeter than what I imagined, Miss Lumine," he drawled, his tone teasing as he reached out to grab something from the bedside table, clutching it in one hand, but he kept it hidden from her view, making her wonder what else he had in mind.
He was still fully clothed—except for the coat lumine kept pushing off his shoulders—the epitome of composure compared to her dishevelled state as he stood off the floor. “Roll over.” The order was soft, as if he was talking mindlessly.
“Very good,” he murmured, watching her shift onto her stomach without questioning. Dottore’s hand pressed gently on her shoulder blades, keeping her down as his other hand finally came into view. A small bottle of oil scented like sweet flowers.
He poured a generous amount into his palm, then warmed it between his hands. “Relax.” His fingers touched her back just below the shoulders, gliding over her flushed skin with firm pressure.
“Oh, you're still tense,” he observed, massaging down her spine until they crept lower to reach the curve of her backside, then higher again, along each side now, his fingers brushing against her breasts.
“Not the missionary type?” Lumine breathlessly remarked, as a low chuckle vibrated through him.
“Impatient,” he reprimanded gently, still rubbing her back with the same languid strokes. “You're supposed to be learning patience, not testing my limits, sweet girl.” His fingers pressed over her hip bones, tracing slow circles. “Be good.”
“Yes, sir...”
His fingers drift up to her shoulders, sliding into the tight muscles as he works out knots she hadn't even felt were there. “Very good.” His words were a purr as his hands left her back, but before she could protest, they settled on her hips.
“Up on your elbows and knees.”
Lumine could sense the intensity of his gaze on her as she obeyed, pushing herself up with unsteady arms until she was on her elbows and knees then he moved behind her, the bed shifting beneath his weight.
“Arch your back like this." His hands were adjusting her position himself. “Spread your legs.” Dottore’s voice had become hoarse by now. He was losing the control he'd so carefully maintained thus far.
Lumine sighs, feeling his fingers dig into her hips as he presses his body against hers for a fleeting second, making her gasp. He didn’t let her move and wouldn't let her grind on him before he pulled away.
“Patience, sweet girl.” Dottore reminded again. “You'll get what you want.” He watched her trembling legs. how she was trying to stay still despite the aching need. “You're doing well,” he assured her in a soft purr of praise as his hand returned, sliding down to where she was slick and sore, his fingers spreading her. He let out an approving hum at the warmth he found there.
“Still so wet when I’ve done nothing but tease you.” He pressed a finger gently against her hole, just enough to make her hips twitch, and then pulled back.
“You've been very good; I think you deserve a reward.” Dottore withdrew himself off the bed, leaving her feeling cold without his body pressing closely against hers. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she could hear as he reached down to unfasten his belt—the sound loud in the room—then came the rustle of fabric, his trousers being pushed down too.
He settles behind her again and leans over her smaller body, his chest pressing against her spine as one arm slides around her waist.
“Breathe,” he whispered into her ear as he held himself perfectly still above her as she felt something warm and firm press against her. Not yet inside her. “You feel that?” he whispered, breathing more heavily. “That's all for you, so beg for it.”
“Please,” Lumine whimpers before she can stop the word. “Please…”
“Please what?” Dottore drawled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear; his voice alone made her see stars. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“You, I—” She gasps. “Need you, please—I'll be good, please….I'll take whatever you give me, anything…just please, I need...” Lumine choked over her words, making him smirk at her needy litany. “Anything, hm?” His lips hovered over her shoulder. “Anything I give you?”
“Yes. Fuck... anything. Please.” His grip tightened on her hip, just shy of bruising her as he finally pushed into her.
Lumine cried out at the sudden fullness, her back arching into him immediately, while her fingers clawed at the sheets. He didn’t move immediately. He stayed buried deep inside her, letting her feel every inch of him.
“Mm, it was worth the wait, was it not?” Dottore whispered into her ear before he let out a low groan. She can feel the ghost of a grin on his face as he pulled out and then thrust in again with more force.
“Yes! Faster... Please, please, dottore..." His rhythm began to build, one hand splayed over her stomach while the other clamped hard on her thigh to keep her open for him.
His low groans mixed with hers as the sound of her body taking him filled the room. How obscene of them as he relentlessly drove into her deeper. Turning her whimpers to moans.
“Look at me,” he demanded suddenly, pulling back until only the tip remained inside her. Lumine choked at the emptiness, but then his fingers were on her chin, forcing her face up toward the mirror. “Look.”
In it she could see everything. Her flushed face, the hair clinging to her face, the dried tears and his eyes watching her, not himself. “Who owns you now?” Dottore rasped against her ear as he slammed into her without warning. “You sir...” Lumine gasped, almost drooling, and he grinned at that sight too.
His fingers press against her lower stomach, feeling the subtle bulge before he pushes harder, so deep inside her that Lumine thinks she might break from all the pressure he applied.
She jerked and whimpered, lightly slamming her fists on the bed. The way she clenched around him in response left them both panting, balancing on the edge of pain and pleasure. “Lumine, no more risky rendezvous. I'm the only one who you will turn to, you understand?” Her breath hitched—silently nodding as he kept up that relentless rhythm, his right hand now wrapped around her throat with just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe.
“Come for me, sweet girl,” He whispered into the curve of her shoulder, grazing her skin with his teeth as his right hand slid between her legs again, sliding two fingers in and pumping them in time with his thrusts.
To say her world shattered would be an understatement. Her body clenched around him as she came violently and loudly. Still, he didn’t stop. He kept moving through every pulse of it, taking her through waves of pleasure until tears streaked down her cheeks from the sheer overstimulation. Until it was enough to finally shatter the last thread of his control.
With a grunt, Dottore buried himself inside her as he came. For long seconds, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the creak of the bed as they settled.
Dottore carefully released her out of his grip and pulled out gently. She would've collapsed onto the mattress had it not been for his arm holding her this entire time. Now she lies on her back. “Good girl.” His voice softened, the roughness dulled by his satisfaction.
Just when she thought it was over, he speaks again. “You wanted missionary too, didn't you?” Her eyes widen at his question, and that earns her a soft chuckle.
“Do you have endless stamina or something? Aren't you old...?"
He hums. “Perhaps,” his finger traced a slow path up her neck before it grazed the underside of her jaw, and then gently guided her face towards the mirror. “But I do like seeing your face.” Dottore also liked seeing the evidence of his power over her, even by words alone. “I have a question for you…” he murmured, his thumb running lightly over her lower lip.
Lumine could feel the subtle shift in his voice as his hand dropped to wrap around her neck. He didn't apply any pressure this time. “Would you indulge me more? In something I'd like to try on you?” He feels her rapid pulse beneath his thumb as Lumine simply nodded without much hesitation.
It thrilled him. He wanted to ruin her for everyone else so that she wouldn't want anyone else but him anymore.
His hand slid away from her throat and reached beneath the pillow on the bed—where he had hidden something cold and metallic—and when he pulled it out, she saw it with wide eyes.
Handcuffs.
“Lift your hands,” Dottore ordered as he clicked one shut around her left wrist with a smile before he attached the other cuff to the bed frame above her head. Then did the same with her right hand. “There,” he tests the handcuffs with a tug; now she was trapped—willingly so.
Dottore’s lips brushed her ear. “Now we try that missionary you've been craving.” He positions himself and then teasingly presses just the tip against her hole. “Professor...” Lumine whined as he pushed in slowly, inch by excruciating inch until he was fully seated inside her again. Her eyes fluttered shut.
Dottore began to rock slowly; deep thrusts meant for the sense of intimacy she wanted, for his definition of domination through tenderness.
“I'm going to make sure that you never think of seeking another rendezvous like this again.” Dottore whispered, sweat already formed on his brow and hers as Lumine looks at him bewildered at how possessive he's being. His red eyes were were burning so intensely into hers.
Dottore tilts his head and captures her lips in a soft kiss. It was far from the desperate, feral kisses from before, or his gaze alone.
His right hand slid up her body, then paused, resting it above her heart for a minute. He could feel it thudding beneath his palm. “Lumine, are you my good girl?” Dottore asked, his voice intimately low.
Lumine didn't respond, because honestly, how could she when his touch was distractingly soft and tender? She could feel her release building again. Not as fast, not as urgent as before, but much more overwhelming.
Dottore smiles faintly as he presses his thumb gently, then almost idly slips the tip of it inside her mouth. “You can always resort to showing me.”
Lumine obeyed, parting her lips to let him slide his thumb deeper. “That's right,” he purred, watching her eyes flutter shut for a second. “Now, suck, my sweet lumine.”
She sucked gently, the warmth of her mouth wrapping around him in a way that was maddening. His hips jerked forward instinctively, a quiet groan escaping him. “Fucking hell, you use that mouth well.” he growled under his breath and pulled his thumb from her mouth with a wet pop, his thumb entirely glistening with her saliva.
Now his right hand kept her head down on the pillow while the other one stayed on her stomach, keeping her pinned beneath him. Her body was so oversensitive, so used by him, as each thrust kept pushing her into the mattress while she helplessly scratched the sides of his back.
“You're so full of me… I wonder if you’ll ever feel empty again.” Dottore murmured into her neck, feeling her clench around him once more as he smiled.
His thrusts never ceased their steady pace. “You take me so well.” He lets a fraction of fondness slip into his voice, his forehead leaning on hers, his left resting behind her back.
It all soon became a blur of sensations: the heavy sweat between their bodies, the continuous creak of the bed beneath them, and the soft gasps and moans that escaped her lips when he kept shifting right.
He wrung from her a shuddering release with nothing but his steady thrusts and his whispers in her ears being “Good job,” then again when he leaned back to watch himself slide in and out of her.
Dottore came twice more himself—one time burying his face into her neck with a muffled groan. another when he pulled out briefly only to twist her onto her side and thrust again from that angle.
And through it all, Lumine was never allowed rest or released from those cuffs or freed from his gaze until he decided.
“Come for me,” Dottore ordered softly. “One last time tonight.” It deeply took over her entire body as he held her through all of it—never pulling out.
He stilled deep within her, letting the last waves of her climax ripple around him. Dottore kissed her cheek and then finally reached up and clicked open the cuffs on her wrists as it fell away with a soft clink. “You've earned rest. Well done.”
Dottore curled her around him, not speaking at first. Just held her close to his chest. The weight of her body close to his was comforting despite how drenched she was—in sweat, in his release, in the heat of what they had done.
Every breath Lumine inhaled was filled with the scent of sex and that flowery oil, her body trembling as he stayed buried inside her—still hard. “Dizzy?” he murmured against her neck, his lips softly nipping on her flesh.
Lumine nods quietly, holding onto his arm. “Good. That means I did my job properly.” The hand that she held slid up to fondle her breast.
“Heh...you're filled to the brim,” he whispered, a tinge of pride lacing his voice. “And I’m not pulling out yet.” Lumine sighs.
“Don't...” she weakly mouthed, and at that Dottore pulled out, making her whimper, but slipped inside her again as Lumine gasped at the renewed sensation.
Dottore hums, amused as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk against her shoulder. “Don't? You don't want me to pull out?” He shifted again just enough to make it clear that he could anytime he wants to. “How would you feel if I never pulled out?”
His voice is hypnotic by this point. “If I stayed right here,” he continued, his thumb pressing gently on the underside of her breast, “and let you hold me for hours, or even until you forget what it’s like to be empty?” He kept on kissing below her ear as he talked.
“Holy fuck...” Lumine moaned, clenching around him just at the thought.
“Holy fuck,” he repeated mockingly. “You’re ruined already.” He nipped lightly at her earlobe. “But my good girl gets what she needs.” He felt a warm trail down her inner thighs that made him almost giggle into the curve of her neck.
“A+ grades sound good... ” he huffs, and taps on her skin. “I'll offer private tutoring. I like seeing efforts, Lumine.” She sighs, exasperated.
“I'll get you cleaned up soon.” He runs his finger through her damp hair. "For now, sleep. You handled me excellently.” His right hand splays over her chest, feeling her heart rate gradually slowing.
“There's nowhere in this world I won't hunt down to find you…should you try to escape.”
Lumine would vaguely remember this in the morning as she finally drifts into a long slumber.