There is pain only briefly, and the slow agony of being stretched wide.There is pain only briefly, and the slow agony of being stretched wide. His penetration is deep, and it seems to take forever for him to pull out. Twice does he repeat the slow entrance and withdrawal, then pulls away from her completely. With a low moan, she begins to reach for her jeans, and is pounded up against the doors by the force of his re-entry. She cries out, and he grabs her around the waist to hold her still as he thrusts violently into her. His own free arm is braced above her head for support. With a slow shuddering, he flows into her anus, and pauses, bent for a moment over her back to catch his breath. Without warning, he withdraws, and she sinks to the floor. Without waiting for her, he punches the sixth-floor button, fixing his clothes as the elevator ascends. She struggles into her jeans, aware only of the feeling of having been reamed, and she must wipe away the tears quickly when the elevator doors open on a group of professors and assistants, who look at them quizzically as they step into the hallway. He waits for them to close the door behind them, then stands there, looking at her dishevelled appearance, and smiles. "On your knees," he orders, and starts off down the hall. There is no belt waiting for her around the corner this time; instead, he has a thick leather collar, several inches wide across the front of the throat, and reinforced with moulded plastic. With practiced motions, he sweeps the hair away from her neck and buckles the collar into place, following this by snapping a heavy, braided leather leash onto a ring by the buckle. The collar forces her chin up, tilting her head back to an almost uncomfortable angle. He tugs on the leash several times, and sets off down the hall, tugging forcibly when she is too slow. |