The soft metallic click of his belt buckle coming undone was the filthiest sound I had ever heard.
I stayed on my knees exactly where he had put me, thighs spread, shirt riding up around my waist, bare cunt dripping onto the floor. My mouth was already open. My tongue rested against my lower lip like an offering. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my c**t. Professor Cane looked down at me with those dark, controlled eyes while he slowly pulled the belt free of the loops and dropped it beside my knee with a deliberate thud. A reminder. A promise.
He unbuttoned his trousers next. The sound of the zipper was slow and obscene. Then he pushed the fabric down just far enough.
His c**k sprang free and my brain short-circuited.
It was thicker than I had drawn. Heavier. The head w
