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As soon as she said it, she knew she had gone too far. Professor Rogers knew it too, apparently. His jaw snapped shut and he walked past her to where the butt plug rested ceremoniously on the desk. With it in his hand, and his eyes on her, he reached in his pocket and withdrew two small tubes. Lube and icy hot.
"Bend over." His voice was steel as he stalked toward her with a menacing glint in his eyes.
Emily sighed and did as she was told. At least with her ass burning and plugged, she might remember to keep her wits about her around this man. Without the extra incentives, it was proving to be an impossible feat.
It took five days for them to get through the pile of books they had started with. Every day started the same, with Emily bringing him the cleaned off plug he had stuck in her ass the morning before, and him sticking it upright on the desk. Every morning, without fail, within an hour of starting their workday, it was firmly ensconced between her cheeks where he was convinced it belonged. After that, they worked in amicable silence, occasionally exchanging comments about the books they were shelving. He was pleased to find out her tastes in literature were wide-ranging and not merely limited to the sort of erotic smut one reads with one hand down their pants, or up their skirt as the case may be. She was also familiar with the classics, erotic and otherwise, and was highly intelligent, discussing The Count of Monte Cristo with as much ease and insight as she discussed Marquis de Sade.
He enjoyed working with her, just as much as he enjoyed the morning ritual of smart-mouthed bantering until she went too far and ended up bent over his desk with her ass cheeks spread wide while he rammed a plug past her tight little bottom hole.
Still, he was glad it was the weekend and Derek had insisted they take it off so that they could instead participate in the big Visitor’s Weekend event the Ranch was hosting. Beyond the restaurant where he grabbed his coffee each morning, and the Library where he worked from right after breakfast to right after dinner, Dalton had seen very little of the Ranch so far and explored even less of what the Ranch had to offer. He had met a handful of service submissives who worked in housekeeping and the cafe, and two other members of the staff, aside from Derek. He hadn't taken advantage of a single amenity or even taken the time to check out the dungeon.
On several occasions, Derek had invited him to dinner, at what he called the "Big House'' with him and his wife Sadie, but every time, Dalton had been too tired and declined the invitation in favor of room service, a hot shower, and collapsing in bed to dream of Emily.
Dalton knew he couldn't keep up this pace for the next several months while they got the college in working order. He had moved here with the intention of making a change, having a life beyond his wildest imagination and making meaningful contacts with like minded people. Instead, he had immediately fallen into old habits, placing work above all else, even his own needs and desires. That ended today, he promised himself as he placed the last book on the shelf.
"Well, that's it," he told Emily. "The last book is on the shelf and it's time to clock out. Got any big plans for the weekend?"
"No, Sir. I'll probably go get that book from Derek and spend the weekend in my room, reading."
"Well, maybe I'll see you around." Knowing full well that he might not see her left him feeling empty inside. While their relationship was strictly a working relationship between a professor and a service sub, he had become accustomed to their easy banter, and daily punishment regimen.
"Bend over," he told her, as she picked up her purse and started for the door.
"I'm… I’m sorry?"
"You have something that is mine and I want it back." Without waiting for her to obey, he grabbed her around the waist, rested his foot on the bottom shelf of a bookcase, and bent her over his knee, lifting her skirt, he tapped the base of the plug with one finger. "Unless, of course, you were planning to keep this in all weekend, until I see you again?"
"Uh… no, Sir. You can have it. I didn't think you really wanted it. I can just take it out when I get back to my room, if that's what you would prefer."
"It's not. I said I wanted it as a souvenir, and I meant it. It's mine."
"Yes, Sir, okay. Whatever you want," she squealed as he smacked hard across her bottom, hitting the base of the plug with the palm of his hand, shoving it deeper inside of her before pinching just below the base with two fingers and giving it a firm tug. It made a satisfying popping sound as it came out, wet and shiny from the lube.
Without a word, he let her up, triumphantly holding out the plug between two fingers as if it were some sort of prize. Emily looked uncertainly between him and the door.
"Um, would you like me to wash it off for you?"
"No, thank you, Miss Vaughn, that will be all. You may go now." He dismissed her without a second glance and stuck the dirty plug in his briefcase, whistling as he did so. He would wash it off himself, put it in his dresser for safekeeping, and then head downstairs to enjoy the weekend's festivities. He could hardly wait.
"Come in, Miss Vaughn." Emily entered Master Derek's office with trepidation, even though she was the one who had asked to see him.
When she entered, he was smiling endearingly and holding the book between two fingers, much the same way Professor Rogers had held the butt plug just minutes before.
"I assume this is what you wanted to see me about?"
"Yes, Sir. It's the weekend. May I read it?"
"I suppose you may, but while you are here, I did have a few questions to ask you."
With her stomach instantly in knots, Emily sunk into a chair and waited.
Derek chuckled. "Now, don't look so nervous, sweetheart. Your little naughtiness was dealt with and forgiven. I just wanted to chat with you for a minute." He smiled and clicked some keys on his computer, frowned at it for a minute, then turned back to her. " As you know, it’s Visitor's Weekend. As one of our service subs, you are needed in the dungeon. I see your name on the list, as usual, but I notice you’ve selected you’d like to play for the entire weekend. That’s unusual, and you didn't put down any preferences this time. What are you in the mood for, so I can get you matched up with a good Dom to scene with?”
"Everything," Emily answered without hesitating, even though she had forgotten all about Visitor’s Weekend, having signed up for it weeks ago. "Pain. Deep submission. High protocol. Humiliation. I need to be pushed to my limits. I know I usually play for a couple hours here and there, but I really want to go under this time. I want to do everything."
Derek blinked, seeming surprised as he processed her response. Emily understood. The reason she preferred to live the way she did, as a service sub, mostly independent but who occasionally participated in scenes to get her needs met, was because she tended to shy away from the super intense Doms and scenes. She didn't have many hard limits and was open to trying most things, but she knew herself well enough to know that while structure and rules were well and good, the deep unrelenting dominance that occurred when one was in a real 24/7 relationship was not for her. Derek understood her needs and yet asked her the same question every time a visitor's weekend rolled around. She had not just given him her usual answer.
Normally, her response to his customary question was more simple. She requested spanking or light bondage, maybe some fire play if she was feeling really adventurous. This weekend was different. Emily had been teetering on the brink all week and she desperately needed the release a hard scene would offer. She needed to get this desperate feeling out of her system and get Professor Dalton out of her head. That man was dangerous. They barely knew one another and already he had the power to make her forget who she was and have her on her knees begging for things she knew she didn't want.
