#dom!jensen

The further into the club he moves, the more oppressive the wet heat and the stink of pheromones becomes. You’re supposed to take some sort of suppressant before you come, otherwise everyone’s scents can easily become overwhelming considering the sheer volume of sex everyone is having or preparing to have as soon as they move somewhere more private. Jensen is glad he remembered to take his blockers this morning, because they’ve dulled his sense of smell as well as masked his own alpha scent. Hopefully, that will prevent any overly needy omegas propositioning him.

Jensen knows it may be old fashioned, but he prefers to make the first move. He likes the thrill of the chase, the challenge of earning his omega’s submission, not having it thrown carelessly at his feet. Even if it’s a one night stand, which is what he’s after this evening, truthfully, he likes the experience to mean something. He has needs like everyone else, and he doesn’t see the point in denying himself and enduring the needless pain that would result in, but he secretly wishes he could save himself just for his mate. Whenever he meets her, he’s going to work to make their first time together as special as he possibly can.

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, deciding to add a touch more of the shimmering body powder you have to your shoulders and collarbones. Turning this way and that, all the high points you want to accentuate catch the light beautifully, and you know the effect will be even better when you’re out on stage. One last shake of your chest to make sure your breasts are sitting as high as they can in your strapless bustier, and you’re ready.

Down the hall, loitering behind the curtain, is your Dom for the night – Chris. You’ve worked with him before, and you perform well together. He’s very strict, but there’s always a hint of a smile on his dark pink lips, even when he’s meant to be serious.

Chris gives you a beaming smile when he sees you, taking your hand and spinning you around for him so he can admire your lingerie. He growls playfully and pulls you into a one armed hug, nuzzling against your neck to reacquaint himself with your scent.

“It’ll be a shame to tear this one, you look ravishing,” he whispers huskily, his stubble and his breath tickling your skin, and you squirm against him.

“You know, you could not tear my clothes off,” you remind him with a giggle. “I can always strip for you.”

“Yeah, but that’s much less fun,” he grins, nipping at your neck.

“Get off,” you roll your eyes and shove him away lightly, and Chris laughs and shakes himself out. You turn and look at him curiously, suddenly catching a scent you don’t recognise. “Are you wearing cologne or something?” you ask, and Chris looks at you, confused.

“No, why?”

“You smell different,” you mumble, grabbing his wrist and scenting him where his pulse is stronger. He smells how you remember though, fresh and bright, like sunshine on pine trees. But when you pull your head back you smell that other scent again, something deeper – dark and spicy and alluring – and you have no idea where it’s coming from.

“Did you take your suppressants?” Chris double checks, and you nod slowly.

“Maybe they’re just being slow to kick in tonight,” you shrug, brushing off the thought when you hear the music change on the other side of the curtain to the entrance song for your performance.

“That’s you ‘mega,” Chris grins, pulling back the curtain and swatting you on the ass to propel you forward onto the stage, to be met with the customary applause and wolf-whistles of a room full of horny spectators.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Alpha,” you shoot him a wink, then turn to your crowd.

Jensen has wound his way through several of the back rooms at Instinct, but found nothing and no one to pique his interest. Deciding it’s time for a drink, he makes his way to a bar that has one empty seat left right on the end, closest to the stage. He imagines that’s due to the very nearby speakers, but he isn’t trying to hold a conversation with anyone just now, so he makes his way to the bar stool and slides on, flagging down a bartender and pointing at a bottle of whiskey with two fingers. The barman pours him a double of the deep honey coloured liquid, and Jensen waves away the ice when it’s offered to him, taking his drink neat.

The music changes abruptly to something with a slow, jazzy fanfare, and Jensen looks up to see a curtain opening to reveal a stunningly gorgeous omega stepping through. The crowd cheers loudly, egging her on as she shimmies herself toward the pole in the centre of the stage, her hips swaying enticingly. Jensen feels his throat go dry, and he quickly takes a sip of his whiskey to alleviate the sudden difficulty he’s having breathing. His heart is beating louder than the base rhythm thumping through the speakers, and he can feel his hands start to shake.

What the hell is happening to him?

The omega – Pearl, the announcer had introduced her as – winds herself around the pole intricately in time with the music. Every time she spins in his direction Jensen feels his chest tighten, and embarrassingly, his slacks tighten too. Of course, clubs like this are meant to be erotic, are meant to arouse the senses, but Jensen has been here plenty of times and he’s never gotten more than a semi until he’s taken his chosen prey back to a private room, or out into the night. Sporting a full on erection while sitting at a bar in a room full of people is not his usual style. And ‘Pearl’ hasn’t even taken any of her clothes off, yet.

Christ, what is it about this girl? Jensen gulps down the remainder of his whiskey and signals to the bartender for another.

Pearl drops to her knees on stage, spreading her thighs wide and laying all the way back until her head is touching the floor, pushing her breasts up enticingly in the pearl encrusted bustier she’s wearing. There’s whistles from the crowd and applause as the music dies down. The omega stays in her ending pose, breathing heavily. Jensen is close enough to the stage that he can see the sweat beading on her skin, catching the stage lights as her body settles gently into the floor, and she swings her legs out from beneath her, rolling over and pushing herself up on her hands and knees, then bowing her head down and presenting to the crowd.

Jensen feels something shift in his world at that exact moment. A waft of the sweetest, strongest scent he’s ever encountered drifts across the room, and he breathes it in deep, his lungs shuddering when the air hits them. Suddenly it’s like all of his senses are heightened, and the aroma magnifies a hundred fold. His eyes focus in on Pearl’s body, specifically between her legs, where her panties are stretching tightly over her holes, barely disguising them beneath the lacy fabric. And now Jensen swears he can see the slick that’s staining them and beginning to spread around the edge of the fabric to glisten on the skin of her thighs.

Fucking hell, this omega is up on stage, presenting herself to a crowd of strangers, and she’s practically fucking dripping from how wet it’s making her.

The curtain parts again and an alpha strolls on to the stage, but Jensen doesn’t notice his presence until he uses the riding crop in his hand to tilt Pearl’s chin up and make her look at him.

“Good little Omega, waiting for your Alpha on your knees,” he croons, voice magnified by some microphone Jensen can’t see. Pearl nods eagerly, staring up at the alpha adoringly.

“Do I get my reward, Alpha?” she asks sweetly, and her voice is the most beautiful sound Jensen has ever heard. But her words make something inside him snap viciously. Before he knows what he’s doing, Jensen has leapt out of his chair and vaulted himself up onto the stage.

“No,” Jensen growls, pushing the blonde, muscley alpha out of the way. Jensen drops down on one knee and grabs Pearl’s face, forcing her to meet his eyes. When she does, they both gasp, and Jensen sees her eyes go wide in astonishment. Her skin is burning hot under his fingertips.

“Alpha,” she whimpers, breathless, staring at the man before her.

“That’s right, ‘mega,” Jensen growls, dropping his hand to her throat and yanking her up so her face is level with his own. “You’re mine aren’t you?” And it’s a genuine question. Jensen thinks he understands what’s just happened, he thinks he knows who this girl is to him, but he needs to hear her say it, and he’s fighting every instinct in his body by forcing himself to wait until he can hear those words.

“Yours, Alpha, your-” Jensen doesn’t let her finish the word and crushes his lips to hers.

You surge into the Alpha in front of you, the rest of the world falling away in favour of him; his eyes, his hands, his voice, his body, his lips. His tongue curls itself around yours possessively, teasing into your mouth and stealing your breath for his own.

His hands comb over your body, molding you to him, possessing you. You feel his lips tear from yours and drag down to your throat as he scents you properly for the first time. Teeth gnash gently at your skin, and you can feel the restrained strength that the alpha is clearly struggling to hold back. He wants to bite; to claim you. And in your fog of burning desire, you want that too – you crave it, actually.

You arch your neck, baring more of your skin to him, and you feel his growl rumble through his body in aggravation. Yet he still holds himself back, presses his teeth into your veins but doesn’t draw blood.

“Alpha,” you whimper, and you sound pathetic even to your own ears. Your voice seems to jar him from whatever trance he’s been suspended in since your kiss. He stares down at you, eyes dark and expression hard.

His gaze drags down your body, lingering over the parts of you that are still covered, and clearly unhappy about something he’s looking at. A hand traces from your back down between your legs, and when he touches the wet skin of your thighs you realise just how badly your slick is dripping. It only gets this bad when you’re in heat usually… oh. That explains why every place the alpha touches you burns.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks, voice rolling from his chest like it’s been raked over gravel.

“A-alpha?” You stutter, not wanting to upset him but unsure what he means.

“You’re fucking soaked, ‘mega,” he continues to glare at you, and you feel yourself begin to quake in his grasp. “You get this turned on just from doing your slutty little dance for all these people?”

His words send another gush of slick rushing to your core, and you’re sure he must feel your reaction dripping over his fingers.

“No, Alpha, for you. I promise, just for you,” you plead, trying to make him understand, but you recognize the grim set of his jaw. You’ve seen it on the other alphas you’ve performed with dozens of times – you’re going to be punished. Your pussy clenches desperately at the thought, already impatient for it.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, sweetheart.” Your alpha stands, his hands going immediately to his belt, pulling the heavy strip of leather temptingly through the loops of his slacks. Now he’s standing, you’re face to face with a very visible bulge between his legs. You gulp, swallowing the saliva that floods your mouth at the thought of getting him in between your lips.

A loud crack echoes through the room as the alpha snaps the loop of his belt on his palm, testing the impact, and you see him smirk when you flinch at the noise; but what he doesn’t know is that it’s from anticipation, rather than fear. Though maybe he can sense it, he can probably smell the arousal rolling off you, and you doubt there’s any of the bitter tinge that fright brings to people’s scents.

“Stand the fuck up!” He orders you, and you scramble to your feet, standing in front of him with your head bowed demurely. You can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks next. “So you do know some manners, huh?” He walks in a slow circle around you, trailing his fingers over your skin, testing your response to his touch, but you look resolutely at the floor, refusing to break your composure, wanting to make him proud.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, ‘mega?” he asks calmly, his voice rumbling in his chest, making you shiver.

“Yes, Alpha,” you answer quickly.

“Louder! I want the whole crowd to hear what an obedient little bitch I’ve got myself,” he sneers, bringing the belt down across your thighs. You cry out, feeling the sting shoot a different kind of tingling directly between your legs.

“Thank you, Alpha,” you force out around your deep breaths, trying to get your urges under control so you can stay still.

“Aw, you’re very welcome,” he pouts condescendingly and strikes you again, on the ass this time.

The force of the hit sends you staggering a little, and you catch yourself on the pole so you don’t fall to your knees.

“You just can’t stay away from that thing, can ya’ slut?” The alpha growls and marches towards you, spinning you so your back is pressed against the pole and you’re facing the audience. Their eyes are all watching you hungrily. The next moment there’s hollers and cheers as the alpha grips the front of your bodice and tears. His strength is terrifying, ripping right through the fabric and boning, sending pearls skittering across the stage floor.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted to show off your body to all these people, watch them want you? Well that’s not fucking acceptable, sweetheart. Because you. Are. Mine.”

He spins you around and bends you over, and your hands shoot out and grab the pole so you don’t topple to the stage. You barely manage to hold yourself up as the beating starts. He’s ripped your panties off too, and every slap of his belt lands squarely across both your cheeks, sending a beautiful prickling pain radiating throughout your body.

After every stroke you utter a small ‘thank you, Alpha’, but you know your words are becoming less and less distinguishable the more your brain clouds and the arousal takes over. You can feel yourself beginning to shake, and you know any moment now you’ll be dropping to your knees and begging for your alpha’s cock. You can’t wait any longer, it's absolute torture being this empty.

“Please, Alpha,” you sob, and it’s only then that you realise there’s tears running down your cheeks, dripping to the floor. “Please, fuck me, need you. Need my Alpha, please!” You don’t know if anyone can understand what you’re saying through your whimpers, but your alpha seems to. His arms circle around your waist and pull you up into his chest.

“Good girl, baby, tellin’ me what you need,” he comforts you, dropping a small kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna give you what you need, sweetheart, don’t you worry. Just get down on your knees for me, yeah?” You nod shakily and drop, using his body for support as you make your way to the floor.

“Present,” he instructs, and his voice is firm but there’s an underlying care, almost reverence, to his tone.

You bend and rest your head on the floor, spreading your knees to show your holes to your alpha, knowing he’ll find them soaking, and ready for him to use however he wants. From the corner of your eye you see his shirt flutter to the ground, quickly followed by his trousers, and then you feel him behind you. His skin is burning hot where his thighs touch the backs of yours, and you emit a shocked groan when you feel the heat of his cock slip between your thighs, rubbing along your pussy, but careful not to slip inside. This is not what you need.

Jensen holds out for one more second, thrusting himself between the girl’s slick covered thighs and relishing in the heat of her body, and the torture he knows the teasing is causing her, but he can’t resist any longer. On the next pull back he presses against her entrance and sheaths himself in one stroke, bottoming out quickly and pressing the skin of her ass into his hips, still bright red and beautifully warm from the punishment he’d given her.

All thought of teasing gone, he begins to fuck her with abandon, letting instinct take over as he ravishes his omega for the first time. He feels his knot begin to swell and he eagerly forces it inside her, loving the sound of her screaming out for him.

“Oh my god, Alpha!” she cries, fucking herself back onto his cock eagerly. “Please can I cum? Please please please…”

“Fuck, such a good girl, remembering to ask permission,” he moans, atonished she’s coherent enough to manage that. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d just let go, but the fact that she’s asked him, that she wants to please him with her own pleasure, has Jensen reeling. It’s overwhelming, really, the feeling of devotion that simple gesture has spread through him. “Cum for me, ‘mega. Need you to cum on my knot, baby girl, please,” he begs in turn, and he’s overtaken by his own release.

Jensen bends down, blanketing his omega’s body with his own as he fucks her through their orgasms, relishing in the feel of her convulsing around his cock, squeezing his knot so fucking tightly. He nuzzles breathlessly against her neck, and when she squeezes around him next he grunts and feels his teeth scrape across her skin. Without thinking, he bites, claiming her while they’re still bound together, and his claim seems to draw another ripple of pleasure out of her as she shudders and cries out beneath him.

He doesn’t know how long it takes them to come down, but eventually he looks up and notices the room has been emptied. Looking back down, he smiles at the omega, resting peacefully in his embrace, still cradling his cock inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist. His omega, he thinks again happily, and then his smile drops painfully, because he realises why he keeps calling her Omega – he doesn’t even know her name.

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This was your first semester in Professor Ackles’ class; you had met him once before after visiting your English professor’s office hours last semester, and you had been hoping that you’d be able to take his class. However, you might have reconsidered had you known that ‘Intro to Anthropology’ was going to be so fucking hard. It was a class you needed to take to fulfill your basic requirements — just like English had been — but with English you were at least getting fulfilled in other ways too. Your English professor, Professor Collins, had been requesting that you come to his office hours regularly ever since the first time; and you had no issue with that. You quite enjoyed office hours with him; they were… educational, to say the least. However, you also knew that Professor Ackles probably knew everything that you and Professor Collins had done together, as the two of them were good friends and Professor Ackles was all but subtle with his glances and occasional comments on your appearance. But, you hadn’t had to visit his office hours for any reason… until now.

You smiled at him sheepishly as he stared you down, the rest of the class oblivious to the fact that you’d just been caught cheating. His jaw clenched as if he had to refrain himself from calling you out in front of everyone, and you decided it best to finish your test before your mind became flooded with thoughts of angry sex with your professor.

You stayed back as students slowly got up to turn in their tests, filing out of the classroom one by one until it was just you and Jensen — that was Professor Ackles’ first name, which you had learned from the first time you had met him. You continued to pretend to work on your test, not that you had any clue as to what the questions were asking.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Jensen’s voice cut through the silence, causing you to jump and look up from your paper. “You cheat in Professor Collins’ class, too?”

You shook your head, speechless at the sight of him. He was leaning back at his desk chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “N-no, um… his tests are much easier.”

Jensen chuckled. “Mhm… Yeah, I bet having a cock in your mouth is much easier than this,” he smirked.

Your eyes widened at his words, your mouth hung open in disbelief. So he did know.

“What? You didn’t think Misha kept all his dirty little office hour sessions to himself, did you? No, Y/N. We’re all very aware of how good — and bad — you can be. But never has he made you out to be a cheater. So, tell me; what makes you think it’s acceptable in my class?”

“I, uh… um,” you stuttered, flustered and unsure of how to answer his question. Truth was, you had never cheated before in Professor Collins’ class because you were terrified of how he’d handle you during your… unconventional office hours. Professor Ackles, on the other hand, didn’t seem like he’d be as harsh, however you were getting the feeling that you had been wrong in that assumption from the way he was looking at you. You gulped nervously as you watched him stand up from his chair and walk towards you.

“‘I, uh, um’ is not an answer, Miss Y/L/N,” he said, grabbing you by the hand and pulling down your shirt sleeve, revealing the smeared ink on your wrist. “Do you know what happens to students who cheat in my class?” he asked, bending down so he could get on your eye-level. His face was inches away from yours, his jaw muscle ticking as he waited for your answer.

“Um,” you swallowed, “n-no, sir.”

“So, you haven’t read the syllabus, either, then?” he huffed, shaking his head in disappointment. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked rhetorically. He let go of your wrist and stood up straight again, grabbing your test off of your desk. After flipping through the pages a few times he walked back over to his desk and threw it in the trashcan nearby. “Pack up your things and meet me in my office,” he said, his voice low and commanding. You nodded to let him know that you had heard him before you watched him grab his briefcase and walk out the door. You were in for it now.

The door to Jensen’s office was cracked open when you got there a few minutes later, a little out of breath from the way that you had sped-walked across campus. You pushed on the door, opening it slowly, to see Jensen leaning against his desk with his arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. You stepped through the threshold and closed the door behind you, placing your bookbag down on the ground beside you.

“Take a seat,” Jensen ordered, nodding towards the small couch that sat in front of his desk. You obeyed, slowly sitting down in front of him as you kept eye contact. “What do you suggest I do with you?” he asked, anger and disappointment in his voice.

“Um… what are my options?”

“Well, I can give you a zero, report you to Student Conduct, and you can retake my class next semester. Or, you can take off your pants, bend over this desk, and we can see how high your pain tolerance goes. I have to warn you though; I don’t go easy on cheaters. But ultimately, it’s your choice.”

It wasn’t really a choice; not for you anyway. A few minutes of pain would be your choice over another semester of anthropology any fucking day – not that Professor Ackles wasn’t incredibly nice to look at; you just couldn’t bear a semester of re-learning all the boring information that you had worked so hard to forget. You stood up slowly on your already shaking legs and began to unbutton your shorts, a smirk coming to Jensen’s face as he realized the choice you had made. He watched you intently as you let your denim shorts fall to the ground, stopping you with his voice as you hooked your fingers under your light pink sheer panties.

“Ah, ah… leave them for now. I’m feeling unusually nice today and we’re going to be here for a while… I want to take it slow. Layer by layer.”

You nodded in understanding and stepped out of your shorts, kicking them to the side. Jensen stepped aside and tapped the desk. “Arms straight out in front of you,” he ordered, as you bent over the surface. You listened, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “I’ll be honest, Professor Collins has described what you look like bent over his desk more times than I can count but I think I like how you look bent over mine much better,” he chuckled darkly, a sharp smack landing on your left ass cheek causing you to yelp. “Now listen,” he continued, grabbing a handful of your ass and bending over you, his breath hot on the nape of your neck. “When I punish bratty little girls like you it’s to teach you a fuckin’ lesson,” he husked. “You don’t have to like it, but you’re gonna take it. And if I hear anything come out of that bratty little mouth besides ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’, or ‘thank you, sir’, we’re gonna be here all fuckin’ night. Do you understand me?” he finished, digging his nails into your ass cheek.

“Y-yes, sir,” you replied, a chill running down your spine. You held back another yelp as Jensen’s palm landed on your right cheek.

“Don’t fuckin’ stutter. Say it like you mean it. Do you understand me?” he asked, spanking you again.

“Yes, sir!” you yelped, the sting of the last hit really soaking in.

“That’s more like it,” Jensen smirked, and you felt him stand up straight again. You could hear him walking around the office, but you were scared to lift your head to see what he was up to. You were already feeling unsure about how much you could really handle; Misha tended to be much nicer with his punishments, although, again, you had never cheated in his class. You heard a drawer open and close, and then you felt your professor’s presence next to you again, a flat, smooth object resting against your ass. The fucker was going to use a paddle on you. “Count,” he commanded, before the first hit nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.

“One!” you practically screamed, fighting the urge to lunge forward from the hit. You were gripping onto the desk for dear life. SMACK. “Two!”

You counted ‘twenty’ before there was a longer than usual pause in between hits; you were really beginning to feel the bruises forming on your ass. You let out a shaky breath as Jensen stopped, watching him as he placed the paddle on the desk beside your head. You sucked in a sharp breath as he ran his palm along your panty-clad backside, his hand providing a soothing touch to your throbbing ass, before delivering another harsh slap to it. You fought back tears as his palm delivered a new type of sting. He crouched down to your level, examining your expression before a smirk appeared on his face.

“Don’t hold back your tears on my account; how else would I know if you’ve learned your lesson?” he asked, his palm rubbing circles on your sore behind as he spoke to you. It was sort of a relief, knowing that it was safe to cry. God knows you needed to. Jensen stood back up before speaking to you again. “Just twenty more,” he reassured you, his fingers coming to hook under the hem of your panties. You held your breath in anticipation as he pulled them down past the curve of your ass, exposing you fully to him. “Hopefully it’ll make you think twice before cheating next time. Count ‘em.”

You braced yourself for the first hit, Jensen’s palm providing a much sharper hit than the paddle had. In fact, his palm almost hurt more; the paddle had bruised you for sure, but you felt as though his palm could break skin. Two hits in and the tears were flowing, and by hit number five you were sobbing as you were counting. Jensen wasn’t letting up; the hits on your ass coming in rapid succession, which you suppose you should have been thankful for, as it was painful but it was making it all go by quicker. Before you knew it, you were screaming out ‘twenty!’ as you tasted the saltiness of tears in your mouth, sobbing and sniffling as you laid over Jensen’s desk.

“Good girl,” Jensen praised, rubbing his hand over your bruised ass for a few seconds before pulling away. “Now stand up straight for me.” You did as you were told, slowly standing back up on wobbly legs, wiping tears away from your face with the back of your hand. “You see that corner over there?” Jensen asked, nodding towards the corner behind his desk.

You nodded before remembering to use your words. “Yes, sir,” you sniffled.

“I need to get some grading done, and you need to collect yourself before we continue. Alright? So, go stand right there,” he said, pointing to the corner, “and really take a few minutes to reflect on the lesson you learned.”

You nodded again, quickly adding a ‘yes, sir’ before you went to stand where he had told you to. You put your nose in the corner, feeling absolutely ridiculous, but you assumed that was the point. Being spanked to tears clearly wasn’t enough; Jensen had to add a little humiliation in, too.

“Hands behind your back, and stick your ass out. I want to admire my work,” he said, as you heard the squeak of his leather chair behind you. You obeyed, keeping your nose in the corner while you stuck your ass out further and placed your hands behind your back. “There you go. What d’you know? You can be obedient,” Jensen teased. “Now stay just like that; I have a few things to take care of before I get back to dealing with you.”

You were still gathering yourself through occasional sniffles a few minutes later, trying to resist the urge to shift your weight; the position you were in becoming extremely uncomfortable. As you took Jensen’s advice and actually used the time to reflect on why you probably shouldn’t have cheated, you froze when you heard a knock on the door.

“Jay? It’s Mish,” you heard a familiar voice come from the other side of the wooden door. Fuck.

“Oh, that’s too perfect,” Jensen mumbled under his breath as a smirk graced his lips. “Don’t you fuckin’ move,” he commanded, and you stayed perfectly still in response. “Come in!”

You heard the door creak open, your heart practically beating out of your chest.

“Hey, Jared and I are gonna –”

“You’re gonna what?” Jensen prodded, completely ignoring the look of shock on Misha’s face as he saw you standing behind Jensen. Or, saw your ass, at least.

“What the hell did she do?” Misha asked.

Jensen chuckled. “Your ‘star student’ decided it’d be a good idea to cheat in my class.”

You could almost picture Misha’s face; disappointment, shock, and anger all rolled into one expression.

“Oh? Did she?” Misha asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. You mouthed a ‘fuck’, knowing that neither of them could see your face so it was safe to do so. “Huh. Is she gonna stand there all day or are you going to make use of her?” Misha asked his colleague.

“I’m just letting her collect herself and reflect on what she’s done. Then I’ll have my fun,” Jensen replied with a grin.

Misha looked over at you one more time before looking back to Jensen who was sitting at his desk. “Jared and I are going out for drinks tonight, if you want to join. And whenever you’re done with her, if it’s not too late, send her to me. I don’t give a fuck if she’s crying so hard she can’t see straight. You know how I feel about cheating.”

“That I do,” Jensen said with a sly smile. “I’ll have to see about those drinks. Depends on how well your star pupil behaves.”

“Oh, I’m sure if she’s not the most obedient little slut you’ve ever seen, you’ll let me know. And you bet your ass I’ll take care of it,” Misha replied through gritted teeth. You knew he was talking more to you than to Jensen; and all it was doing was making you want to clench your thighs together.

“Well, hopefully after that,” Jensen said, motioning to your bright red ass, where bruises were already starting to form, “we won’t have a problem with disobedience. Isn’t that right, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes sir,” you replied, your nose not budging from the corner it was stuck in.

“See? I got her under control. If I feel like she needs more discipline… I’ll send her your way,” Jensen smiled up at his coworker.

“Oh, she’s getting it whether you feel like she needs it or not. She knows better than to cheat,” Misha seethed, folding his arms over his chest as he took one more look at your bruised ass. “Anyway, I’ll be outta here by six, so just let me know if you’re done with her by then and need a ride to the bar. Miss Y/L/N, I’ll see you in my office on Monday.”

You heard the door open and close and the rustling of papers as Jensen got back to grading. Just as you began to wonder how long he was going to make you stand there, you suddenly heard the creak of his desk chair as he stood up. You could feel his presence behind you now, and you were caught off guard when he grabbed you by your bicep and pulled you out of the corner. Jensen spun you around to face him, his eyes searching your face for any sign of tears – he wanted to make sure you were done crying before he continued.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

You nodded slowly while you stared at the ground. “Um, good. I’m good, Professor,” you reassured him.

“Good,” Jensen said, lifting your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. “Did you learn your lesson?”

You nodded again, much quicker this time. “Yes, sir.”

Jensen smirked, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “Are you going to be a good girl for me now? Hm?”

“Yes, sir,” you replied, your breath hitching as Jensen moved his hand down the side of your neck, trailing his fingers back to the nape of it. In one swift motion he grabbed you at the back of your neck and bent you back over his desk. He gently rubbed his palm over your throbbing ass, shushing you quietly as he felt you wince at his touch.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re alright. I’m about to make you feel so good,” he reassured you, before you heard the clinking of his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants coming undone. You gasped as you felt his cock slide through your folds, collecting your slick which had been running down your legs ever since you were forced to stand in the corner. “You are so fuckin’ wet. Makes me think you liked that punishment; maybe I’ll have to come up with a different one,” Jensen smirked.

You shook your head. “No, sir. It h-hurt,” you said frantically; you knew you couldn’t handle any more punishments.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. But it looks to me like it hurt in a good way.” Jensen ran his cock through your folds one more time before lining himself up with your entrance. You gasped as you felt his tip push against your slit, your cunt contracting around nothing, practically begging for him to fuck you.

“Please,” you whined involuntarily. You hadn’t meant to say it; it just came out. You were desperate for him to fill you.

“Do you need a lesson on patience, too?” he asked, pulling away from your cunt and leaning over you once more. “Because I can sure as hell give you one,” he husked in your ear. You shook your head.

“No, sir. No, sir, I’m sorry,” you said quickly.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take my cock when I choose to give it to you?” His breath on your ear was sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, trying to hold back tears again, however this time they were tears of frustration. You needed him inside you. “Y-yes, sir.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm, yes, sir!” you said louder, sounding pathetic with the amount of neediness laced into your voice.

Jensen chuckled breathily and stood back up, lining his cock up with your entrance again. You held your breath as he began to push into you, the feeling of his cock stretching you open leaving you breathless.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy as he slowly bottomed out inside you.

You nodded frantically. “Yes, fuck, yes, sir.”

“And what do we say when we get what we want?”

“Th-thank you, sir.”

“Good girl, now we’re learning,” he praised, beginning to slowly move his hips. It wasn’t long before he was slamming into you at full force, his cock hitting the back of your walls with every thrust. The desk was creaking, and you were positive that the entire anthropology department could hear the noises that you were making. Jensen grabbed your upper arms for leverage, pulling them behind you as he pounded into you faster, chasing his release. You could tell he wasn’t at all worried about whether or not you were going to cum; you had cheated and to be fair, you didn’t feel like you deserved a release, either. But being used by him like this... it was only making the familiar heat in your abdomen rise, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“C-Can I cum, sir?” you asked in between his thrusts, hoping he’d say yes, but not at all expecting him to.

“Do you think you deserve to?” he replied with a grunt, panting heavily as he continued to ram into you.

“N-no, sir,” you said, now fighting to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to wash over you.

“I don’t think so either, but it always feels so much better when that pussy is cumming around my cock,” he said in between breaths, a wave of relief washing over you. “So, go ahead. Cum for me,” he demanded.

It was as if he flipped a switch, the way your orgasm washed over you. You felt your pussy contract around his cock, moans falling from Jensen’s lips as he felt you tighten around him, his orgasm coming seconds later. You were still convulsing as he emptied himself inside of you, holding your hips in place as the rest of you shook and spasmed through your high. As you stilled, Jensen slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your used hole with a smirk on his face. You looked so good, bent over his desk, his seed spilling out of you, your ass red and blue from his handiwork… he was almost hoping you were going to act up in class again.

You were feeling thoroughly fucked, your will to move absolutely gone. You laid there for a moment, breathing heavily against the hard wood of Jensen’s desk, absolutely spent. It wasn’t until you heard Jensen zip up his pants that you stood up yourself, pulling up your underwear and shorts, hissing as they came in contact with your sore ass.

“You’re gonna be bruised for a few days. Lotion helps, so does ice,” Jensen said with a soft smile, turning around to grab your backpack off the floor and handing it to you. “See you in class Monday, Ms. Y/L/N. I’ll tell Professor Collins not to go too hard on you whenever you see him next,” he winked. “Oh, and don't cheat in my class again. My office hours are in my syllabus in case you, uh… need help with the material.”

You nodded in understanding as you took your backpack from him and slung it over your shoulder. “Right, got it, Professor. Thanks for the… extra lesson,” you smirked, walking towards the office exit slowly, the friction of your jean shorts on your ass making it very unpleasant to walk at all.

“It’s okay Katie,” a high, silken voice comes from inside the car, and a sleek curtain of red hair appears from the depths of the backseat as Danneel peers around the still open door. “It will be fun, we promise,” she smiles brightly, her teeth just barely tugging on her gloss-plumped bottom lip in a way that makes Katie’s insides flutter. 

“Okay,” the younger woman nods, bracing herself with a deep breath as she steps forward to join Danneel in the car. 

Katie forgets that Jensen is holding out a hand to help her balance as she ducks into the vehicle, but he doesn’t take her carelessness as a snub, merely drops his hand to the small of her back and gently uses it to guide her into the back seat along with his wife, before he joins them and shuts the door with a thud-click. Almost as soon as the lock engages the engine rumbles to life, Katie can feel it vibrating the chassis beneath her. Every one of her nerves seems to be standing on end right now. Curiously, she looks around the expansive back seat of the limousine, Danneel on her left on the long bench seat and Jensen to their right on the shorter seat stretching the width of the car. 

“Are there, uhm, seatbelts?” Katie asks lamely, letting the first thing she can think of spill out of her mouth and instantly regretting it. Hopefully she managed to keep the cringe she’d felt at her own words internal. Danneel giggles in answer, her voice light and airy as the bubbles in the bottle of champagne she’s in the process of unearthing from the coolers embedded in the doors opposite them. 

“Don’t worry baby, you barely get above thirty miles an hour in this part of the city,” the woman smiles comfortingly. 

“Besides, that’s not our preferred variety of restraint,” Jensen adds with a deep chuckle, and Katie’s eyes slam onto the older man, watching transfixed as he flicks up the hem of his jacket to reach for his belt, undoing the buckle with a knowing smirk as he holds Katie’s gaze. “Is it too corny to use the stoplight safewords if we’re in an actual car?” 

Even though he phrases the question out loud, it sounds more like the thought is for himself than for the girls to respond to; that is until he looks squarely back at Katie, belt-buckle in his palm as he wraps the leather sinuously around his fingers, and waits for her reply. 

“Oh,” she mumbles, feeling her cheeks colour in a flush of embarrassment. “Uh, no, not corny,” Katie shrugs and gives him a small smile. 

“That’s ‘no, Sir’, right, baby?” Danneel’s voice drapes over Katie’s ears as she leans in close, sliding her arms around the woman’s waist, the small, icy-cold bottle of champagne pressing into her middle and making Katie shiver in the redhead’s arms. 

“No, Sir,” Katie corrects herself, gaze flicking momentarily to Jensen, who’s now undoing the button on his jacket and the first few buttons of the white linen shirt he’s wearing underneath. 

“Good girl,” Danneel whispers against her ear, bringing the champagne up to Katie’s lips like a reward and offering her a sip. Katie drinks, the cold feeling soothing against the burning skin of her lips, and the bubbles going straight to her head. 

“Christ, you two are beautiful together,” Jensen groans lightly, sinking back in his seat and letting his legs drop open, so the heavy bulge in his trousers becomes immediately obvious. “Such pretty lips…” he trails off, eyeing Danneel over Katie’s shoulder, clearly communicating in some sort of short hand they’ve worked out together over their years of marriage. 

Danneel’s fingers tuck under Katie’s chin and turn their faces towards each other, the warm brown of Katie’s irises almost entirely swallowed by her pupils meeting the smoky caramel of the older woman’s eyes for the briefest of moments before both sets of lashes flutter shut and their lips glide softly together. Katie can feel the minty tingle of Danneel’s lipgloss on the tip of her tongue as it darts out to taste the other woman on pure instinct, her body hungry for every new sensation it can consume, wanting to savour every moment of this incomprehensible experience. 

When they break apart, Katie is gasping lightly and Danneel is laughing under her breath as the redhead begins to kiss down her neck, brushing away the brown hair that she’s just pulled out of its ponytail. 

“So, what do you want her to do first?” Jensen grunts, bringing Katie’s attention back to the man watching their show, and she feels her heart start to hammer against its rib-bone prison so hard she’s surprised it’s not audible to the whole car. 

“Well,” Danneel muses, her lips still dancing across the exposed skin of Katie’s collarbones, “I know we promised to make the poor thing scream so loud half of New York could hear her.” Katie shudders under the redhead’s ministrations as her fingers begin to drift lower than her lips, fiddling with the buttons at the bottom of her blouse where it’s tucked into her skirt. “But the Kama Sutra says that anyone expecting to receive pleasure should focus on giving it first; so I think I want to watch you fucking her throat until you’re ready to cum…”

Danneel pulls off Katie and turns to her husband with a wicked smile that he echoes with eerie accuracy. 

“And let me guess–” Jensen’s mouth curls into a smug, expectant expression that barely covers the grunt he emits as he tears into his pants while Danneel shoves Katie to the floor of the car and makes her crawl between Jensen’s legs, “–you want me to cum all over your cunt, dontcha, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm,” Danneel simpers happily, positioning herself behind Katie and gathering her hair back for her as Jensen pulls his cock into view, letting it spring up and tap precum against their sub’s lips. “And then she gets to clean me up with that talented little tongue,” the redhead coos excitedly, pushing Katie down towards her husband’s cock eagerly.

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