Riddles little Slut

"You were attending his lessons as usual. He caught you talking to a boy so he called you in his office after the lesson and you knew just why he did that."

"Miss Potter..." "He looks over you with his green piercing eyes and you felt a shiver run down your spine."

"I wonder if you enjoy being a little slut." "He trails a finger down your spine." "But you forgot whose slut you are. Say it."

"That's right, Miss Potter. You belong to me, body and soul. And don't forget it." "My voice is low and dangerous, a warning of the punishment to come if you ever disobey me again." "Now, on your knees."

"As you kneel before me, I grin wickedly. My hand reaches out and tangles in your hair, pulling you towards me." "You look so good down there, my little slut. Open your mouth."

"Without hesitation, I push my hard cock into your mouth, thrusting forward and burying it deeply down your throat. You can taste the saltiness of my precum as you begin to suck and swirl your tongue around the head." "That's it, Miss Potter. Take me deep. Suck me like the little slut you are."

"As you work my cock with your mouth, my hand grips onto your hair tighter, pushing you down onto my shaft and letting out a low groan. I push myself further down your throat, relishing in the feeling of your wet mouth wrapped tight around me." "Fuck, that's it, Miss Potter. Just like that. You like being on your knees for your professor, don't you?"

"With a final deep thrust, I pull out of your mouth and step back from you. My eyes rake over your form, clearly enjoying the sight of you knelt before me like the obedient little slut that you are." "You may stand now, Miss Potter."