I wake up to a rapping at my door. Groaning, I turn around, face the wall and pull my blanket over my head. It must be like 5 am. Who’s knocking this early? The knock rattles the door again.

“Kyle, get the door! It’s your turn.”

But Kyle doesn’t answer, and the incessant knocking is splitting my brain. With a sigh, I get up and waddle to the door. Kyle is nowhere in sight. I swear, if it’s any other guy on this floor coming to ask for something, I’ll cuff him in the face. I throw open the door and stop short.

“Geena?”

“The very same. What took you so long?”

Geena trails past me into the room. Her intoxicating perfume wafts up my nose and settles in my lungs. She always smells divine. I look up to see some of the other occupants of the rooms on my dorm floor staring past me to Geena’s ass.

“What are you looking at?” I growl, throwing them what I imagine is a snarl. “Look away.”

They snicker, throwing nasty comments and go back to their rooms. I shut the door and turn to face Geena.

“It’s so early. What are you doing here baby?” I get back into bed and pull the covers over my body.

Geena, who’s still standing, raises a brow. “Mike, it’s past 8. Why are you acting like you didn’t sleep at all?”

“Because I studied through the night.”

“Oh, poor baby,” Geena sits on my chair, facing me. “I have a reward for you for being such a good student.” She digs through her bag and pulls out a huge strap-on.

I’m up instantly, collecting the strap-on and stuffing it back in her bag. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Asking for a fuck.” She bites her full lower lip, gazing up at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t say no. I’d really like to try it.” She takes out the strap-on again and strokes the head in quick swipes. “Please?”

My asshole clenches with the thought of being bent over while Geena rams me from behind. It’s a delicious thought but still dangerous. “Kyle could come back at anytime and everyone’s around right now.” I jab a finger towards the door. Music playing from their stereo filters through to my room.

Geena grabs my hardening cock through my boxers. “And the thought of it gets you hard, doesn’t it?” She whispers breathily. “Now, you’re going to be a good little sub and do as your mistress tells you, okay?”

My eyes fall shut as she keeps stroking my cock. The moment she touched me, my answer was sealed. “Yes, mistress.”

“Good.” She shoves up from the chair, releasing my cock—to my dismay—and takes off her skin-tight gown, button by button.

I swallow as my eyes drink in Geena’s voluminous breasts, barely held together by her leather bra. She pulls off the buttons slowly, controlling how much of her skin I’m allowed to see. She’s clad in a bikini complete with high-heeled leather boots. When she finally gets out of the dress, I’m given only a second to appreciate her beauty.

“Turn around.” She orders.

I linger for a moment, eyeing her body. My hard cock wets the front of my boxers.

Geena chuckles when I finally face away from her towards the window where students are milling about in the courtyard, unaware that a 6-foot, hairy hunk is about to be drilled in the ass.

“You hesitated,” my mistress coos. “You’re being a bad boy, Mike.”

“I’m sorry, mistress. You look so hot. I couldn’t resist.”

“Get on your knees!” Her voice is firm.

I do as I’m told. I can hear her rummage through her bag. For what? Geena’s always full of surprises.

“Bend over.”

My cock stiffens even more with that order and I bend forward, hands on the ground. I pushed her to this by my insubordination. My butt clenches, readying for my punishment.

“You’re clenching your butt, Mike. You think you can withstand the pain?” Geena chuckles. “You have no idea.”

Cool air hits my ass as I feel my underwear tugged down. I help step out of them as they fall to the floor. My body tenses, eager to feel the spank of her whip.

Her whip whooshes through the air. The pain burns and the sound is loud. I kneel upright. “Geena…”

“Look at your fearful eyes.” She grabs my chin. “No one will hear.”

She whips my butt again and I moan as spurt of precum lands on the rug.

“But if you keep making those sounds, someone will hear you,” Geena says. She walks around until she’s standing before me.

My eyes are leveled with her leather-covered cunt. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I lick my lips, dying for a taste.

Geena shimmies out of her panties, and grabs me by the head, pressing my face against her sparsely-haired cunt. I draw a deep breath.

“Lick,” she moans.

I obey without hesitation. My tongue darts out and I lick her clit. Her cry is loud but I’m past caring. I only want to pleasure my mistress. She rolls her hips, rubbing her cunt all over my tongue. I keep my tongue firm, spearing into her when she tugs me lower.

“Fuck!” my mistress shudders. “Stop.”

I pull back, her wetness all over my face. Geena bends and licks her juice from lips.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

My cock jerks with her words. I clamp a hand around it and tug.

“No, you’re not allowed to touch yourself.” Geena takes out a pair of padded cuffs from her bag and pulls my hands behind me, cuffing.

My cock hangs hard and heavy. “Please, mistress.” I’m not beyond begging.

“In a moment, Mike.” Geena rustles behind me and a moment later, she gently pushes against my back. “Face the bed and bend forward.”

I crawl on my knees towards my bed and lie against it. My asshole is open and ready. I hear the squirt of lube and a moment later, I feel the cool wetness on my hole. I groan into my bed, needing friction for my cock but my hands are cuffed behind me.

Geena takes her sweet time, massaging the lube into my hole. First with a finger, then two. By the time I feel the prod of the strap-on, I’m bucking against it. Geena moans and plunges into me.

I grunt, feeling full, fuller than I’ve ever felt. She leans over me and takes my cock in her hand. The discomfort is slight but with Geena stroking my cock in her firm grip, the pleasure quickly takes over.

“Yes, Mike. Roll that asshole all over me.” Geena moans.

Her grip tightens on my cock and I buck. My balls pull up, tight and firm. I’m so close. So…

“Ahhh,” I groan. Cum shoots out of my cock, landing on the floor.

Geena laughs, licking my neck, her hips still moving, still fucking her strap-on in and out of my hole.

My cock grows limp in her grip. I’m still trembling with pleasure. Geena kisses my neck and pulls out. Her hands fumble on my wrists, taking off the cuffs.

“What are you thinking?” she asks as I stand.

“That we should do this again.” I pull on my boxers and flinch at the slight pain I feel.

“Are you all right?” Geena presses close to me, eyes concerned. Her “cock” presses against mine, arousing my need again.

“I am.” I pull her close and plant a kiss on her lips. I run my hands over her voluptuous breasts, grazing her hard nipples. “It’s time for your pleasure, mistress.”