Living With My Yandere Professor

Andrew sat frozen for a few seconds, his mind racing. But the words had already left his mouth, and Lucy was looking at him with such innocent expectation that backing out now felt impossible.

But he denied her, since he has already done it with Lucy’s mom, he can’t do it with her. And without hesitation, he started going outside.

But then the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Elena stood in the doorway, dressed elegantly, holding a small gift bag. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene, her daughter and seeing Andrew in an abrupt situation.

Elena’s expression shifted from shock to something much darker, a cold, dangerous calm.

"Lucy... Andrew..." she said quietly, her voice deceptively soft. "What is going on here?"

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Lucy, still dazed and exhausted, looked up at her mother with innocent, tired eyes.

"Mom... it’s okay," she said softly, her voice hoarse. "Andrew was just teaching me an exercise... to build stamina. He said it’s really good for health..."

Elena’s expression changed instantly. Her gentle face hardened into something cold and dangerous. She stared at Andrew with sharp, accusing eyes.

"You tricked my daughter," she said quietly, her voice low and venomous. "You used her innocence... and made her believe it was just ’exercise’?"

Andrew sat up quickly, panic rising in his chest.

"Elena, wait, it’s not like that. Lucy asked me. And I didn’t do anything—"

"I don’t want to hear it," Elena cut him off sharply. She turned to Lucy, her voice softening slightly. "Sweetheart. Rest. Mommy will handle this."

Lucy nodded obediently, too tired to argue.

Elena grabbed Andrew’s arm with surprising strength and pulled him out of Lucy’s room, dragging him down the hallway to her own master bedroom.

She pushed him inside and locked the door behind them with a loud click.

The room was luxurious, a massive bed with dark silk sheets, dim lighting, and an air of elegance mixed with something darker. Elena turned to face him, her eyes burning with a mix of jealousy, anger, and possessive hunger.

"You slept with my daughter," she said, her voice dangerously calm. "You took her virginity... and tried to play it off as ’exercise’? Do you think I’m stupid?"

Andrew tried to explain, his voice shaky. "Elena, please listen. Lucy asked me. She thought it was just, and I didn’t even take—"

"I said I don’t want to hear it," Elena interrupted coldly. She walked to her bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of sturdy metal handcuffs.

Andrew’s eyes widened. "Elena, what are you—"

Before he could react, she grabbed his right wrist and cuffed it to the right bedpost with a metal handcuff. Then she did the same with his left wrist, securing it to the left bedpost. His arms were now spread wide, tied to both sides of the headboard, leaving him completely vulnerable and unable to escape.

Andrew tugged at the restraints, the metal clinking loudly. "Elena, what the hell are you doing? Let me go!"

Elena ignored his protests. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist, looking down at him with a dangerous mix of jealousy, anger, and obsessive love.

"You avoided me for a whole month," she said, her voice low and cold. "You ignored my calls, my messages... after everything I gave you. After I opened my heart to you. How dare you?"

She reached down and began removing his clothes. She unbuttoned his shirt roughly, yanking it open and sliding it off his shoulders as far as the handcuffs allowed. Then she unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and tugged his pants and underwear down his legs in one aggressive motion, freeing his cock.

Andrew’s breathing quickened. He was now completely naked and tied to her bed.

Elena stared at his cock for a moment, her eyes darkening with hunger. Without another word, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

She started slowly, her warm, wet tongue swirling around the head, tasting him. Then she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness as she sucked him with deliberate, possessive movements. Her head bobbed steadily, taking more of his length with each pass, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft.

Andrew groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily. The handcuffs rattled against the bedposts as he instinctively tried to move his hands.

"Elena... stop..." he gasped, but his voice lacked conviction.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing against his cock.

"You don’t get to tell me what to do," she whispered, her voice sweet but dangerous. "You belong to me now. After what you did with my daughter... you owe me this."

She took him back into her mouth, sucking harder this time, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with skilled, relentless devotion. Her hand stroked the base while her mouth focused on the head, licking and sucking with wet, obscene sounds.

Andrew’s cock hardened fully in her mouth despite his resistance. Elena moaned around his length, clearly enjoying the power she held over him.

She continued sucking him with obsessive passion, her head moving faster, taking him deeper into her throat. Her free hand gently massaged his balls, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

Andrew’s breathing became ragged. The combination of being tied down, Elena’s skilled mouth, and the forbidden situation was pushing him closer to the edge, even as guilt tore at him.

Elena looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes filled with dark satisfaction as she continued to pleasure him, clearly determined to make him hers.

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Elena continued sucking him with obsessive hunger, her head bobbing faster, taking him deep into her throat until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Andrew groaned, his wrists pulling uselessly against the handcuffs as pleasure built rapidly.

But Elena suddenly pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. She looked up at him with dark, possessive eyes.

"You don’t get to cum in my mouth tonight," she whispered, her voice sweet but dangerous. "You’re going to cum inside me... where you belong."

She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hand wrapped around his slick, rock-hard cock and stroked it slowly a few times, feeling its heat and thickness. She positioned the swollen head at her entrance, rubbing it up and down along her wet folds, teasing herself and coating him with her arousal.

Andrew’s breathing was ragged as he watched her. "Elena... we shouldn’t—"

She silenced him by slowly sinking down.

The thick head of his cock pushed past her entrance, stretching her tight walls. Elena let out a long, shaky moan as she took him deeper, inch by inch. Her pussy was incredibly wet but still tight, gripping him like a vice as she lowered herself. She paused halfway, breathing heavily, then continued until her ass rested fully against his thighs, taking every single inch of his cock deep inside her.

"Ahh... so full..." she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. "You’re so deep inside me..."

She stayed still for a long moment, savoring the feeling of being completely filled by him. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, adjusting to his size. Andrew groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily, but the handcuffs kept him pinned down.

Elena began to move.

She rolled her hips in slow, sensual circles at first, grinding down on him so his cock rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her. Her hands pressed against his chest for leverage as she lifted her hips and sank back down, taking him fully again and again. The wet, intimate sound of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft filled the room.

Andrew’s eyes were fixed on her. The sight of Elena riding him, her full breasts bouncing with every movement, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her face flushed with pleasure, was incredibly arousing. He thrust up to meet her, driving his cock deeper each time she came down.

"Yes... just like that," Elena moaned, her voice growing sweeter. "Fuck me, Andrew... I’ve wanted this for so long."

She picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock with more force. Her breasts jiggled heavily as she rode him harder, her ass slapping against his thighs with every downward motion. Andrew’s cock disappeared completely inside her tight, wet pussy with each thrust, stretching her walls and hitting deep inside her.

Elena leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest as she kissed him passionately. Her tongue invaded his mouth while she continued riding him, her hips moving in a steady, rhythmic motion. Andrew kissed her back hungrily, his body straining against the handcuffs as he tried to thrust up harder.

"You feel so good inside me," she gasped between kisses. "So thick... so deep... I can feel you in my stomach..."

She sat up straight again, placing her hands on his chest for balance. Her riding became faster and more intense. The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs grew louder, wet and obscene. Her pussy clenched around him with every stroke, milking his cock as she chased her pleasure.

Andrew’s breathing was ragged. The handcuffs rattled loudly as he pulled against them, desperate to touch her. Elena noticed and smiled darkly.

"You want to touch me?" she teased, slowing her movements to a torturous grind. "Too bad. You’re going to stay right there and take what I give you."

She rode him harder, her breasts bouncing wildly as she slammed down on his cock again and again. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. Andrew could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm approaching.

"I’m... I’m going to cum..." she gasped, her movements becoming erratic.

Andrew thrust up as hard as he could, meeting her downward strokes. "Cum for me," he groaned. "Cum on my cock."

With a loud, trembling cry, Elena came hard. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, clenching and milking him as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her body. Her back arched, her head fell back, and her nails dug into his chest as she rode out her orgasm.

The feeling of her cumming so hard around him pushed Andrew over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he came inside her, flooding her pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting up into her, pushing his seed as deep as possible while she continued to spasm around him.

Elena collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, her body still twitching with aftershocks. She kissed his neck and chest softly, whispering affectionate words as they both came down from their highs.

But she wasn’t done with him yet.

Elena lay on top of Andrew, her body still trembling from her powerful orgasm. Her pussy was drenched with their combined fluids, his cum slowly leaking out of her as she caught her breath.