Class number 2 Domination

Noah shuffled into the lecture hall late, muttering an apology as he took his usual seat in the back. Around him, faces of his classmates were illuminated by the glow of the whiteboard. On it was scrawled in red marker: "Domination 101 - Lesson 1: Asserting Yourself".

Noah smirked. This was his favorite class at SUP University. He was a natural-born leader, and the weekly lessons on how to take what he wanted only fueled his confidence.

Professor Malice strode in, her tight pencil skirt hugging her curvy hips. "Ah, Noah - glad you could join us again," she purred, her eyes smoldering behind her cat-eye glasses. "I have to say, your last paper on the importance of handcuffing the girl was...very impressive." Noah beamed, his ego stroking under her praise.

The lesson began, and Noah dutifully scribbled notes as Malice outlined powerful dominance techniques. "Assertiveness is key. A true alpha never yields," she commanded, her voice dripping with erotic authority. "Make them beg for it. Crave your touch." Noah gulped, his mind imaging Malice begging him. His cock twitched in his jeans.

After class, Noah lingered, letting the others file out. Malice lingered too, a knowing smile playing on her red lips. "You wanted to see me, Noah?"

He approached boldly, his steps confident. "Professor...I had some thoughts on the lesson," he began. "What if I wanted to make you beg? Use the techniques to dominate you?"

Malice's eyes widened, then darkened with lust. "Oh, Noah," she breathed. "You naughty boy. You presume to know what I want?"

Noah reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to his. "I know you want me to fuck you, Professor. Want to bury my huge cock in your tight little cunt and make you scream."

Malice trembled, her eyes flickering with wicked hunger. "Mmm, maybe I do," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "But you'd have to make me. Dominate me completely, make me submitted to your will. Only then will I beg you to ravage me mercilessly with that monster between your legs."

Noah grinned, his hand sliding to cup her ass. "Oh, I'll make you beg alright. You won't be able to walk for a week when I'm done wrecking your holes."

He sealed his promise with a rough, dominant kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth, and felt Malice melt against him, moaning her need. Noah knew then he would have his prize. He would dominate her utterly and make her his slutty little class pet. Domination 101 had only just begun.