No, she is the one in punishment not him.

Without warning, he reaches for her bag, his long fingers closing around the strap resting on her shoulder. Bianca's grip on the bag tightens instinctively, but Dr. Davis' gentle yet firm tug dislodges her hand, and he lifts the bag from her shoulder.

As he holds the bag aloft, a sly smile spreads across his face, eyes glinting with mischief. "Just because you can't cum doesn't mean I can't," he says, words dripping with implication. Bianca's heart skips a beat as she processes the meaning behind his words, a flutter invading her chest. Dr. Davis drops her bag to the side - the sound of it hitting the floor echoing through the room - and his attention focuses on Bianca once more. His gaze drops to her legs as he begins sliding her dress up higher, the hem rising to reveal the tops of her stockings. Bianca's breath catches in her throat as his fingers brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Wear this for me more," he says, voice low and husky, as he continues to expose more of her thigh.

Suddenly, his expression turns commanding, his eyes flashing with a darker intensity. "Slide your panties down and turn around, against the desk," he orders, his voice firm and unyielding.

Bianca's heart stutters, her pulse quickening as she processes the demand. Her eyes meet Dr. Davis', searching for any sign of hesitation or reprieve, but his gaze remains steadfast, unyielding. She can feel the weight of his expectation, the unspoken promise of consequences should she fail to comply. With a sense of inevitability, Bianca's fingers hesitantly creep to the hem of her panties, her nails catching in the delicate lace. She swallows hard, the sound audible in the stillness, as her thumbs dip beneath the elastic waistband and begin to slide the fabric downward. The cool air caresses her exposed skin, heightening her sensitivity as she carefully lowers the panties down her thighs, the fabric pooling around her ankles. Dr. Davis' eyes never leave hers, drinking in every inch of her movement, as she pauses, frozen in place, awaiting further instruction.

With a gentle yet firm nudge, Dr. Davis encourages Bianca to turn, his fingers guiding her hips as she slowly rotates, her back now facing him. The cold surface of the desk meets her palms, providing a jarring contrast to the warmth of her skin. As Bianca settles against the desk, Dr. Davis steps forward, his body close behind her, his heat radiating against her back. His hands come to rest on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh possessively. Slowly, deliberately, he presses against her, the thick ridge of his arousal nestling between the globes of her ass, separated only by the thin fabric of her dress. A soft whimper escapes Bianca's lips, her body trembling with anticipation, as she feels his hardness pressing insistently against her.

Bianca's heart pounds in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as she listens to the sounds of his pants being slowly, tantalizingly undone. The rustle of fabric fills the room, each zip and unzip a symphony of anticipation. Bianca swallows harshly, her mouth suddenly dry, as the sound of his zipper comes closer, each click a promise, a threat. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what's to come, the forbidden pleasure that lies just out of reach.

Just as her breath catches in her throat, just as she's about to beg for his touch, Dr. Davis' voice cuts through the tension, a commanding presence. "Remember," he says, his voice low and rough, "no orgasms until Friday. This is all for me, my little slut. You're **** for my cock, aren't you?" His words send a jolt of need straight to her core, his possessive words stoking the fire within her. "Wiggle those asscheeks for me," he demands, his fingers digging into her hips, urging her compliance. Bianca's breath hitches, her body trembling with the effort to obey, to give in to his every desire. She bites her lip, stifling a moan as she slowly, hesitantly begins to grind back against him, the friction of his hardness against her bare ass sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Dr. Davis steps closer, the heat of his body enveloping Bianca's backside. The tip of his cock rests against her entrance, teasing, tempting, yet denying her the full satisfaction she craves. "Wearing stockings for me like this, tells me what a good little slut you are," he murmurs, his breath hot against her neck, his words a promise and a threat. Bianca's heart races, her body aching for his touch, for the fulfillment only he can provide. Yet she knows she must resist, must deny herself the release she hungers for, until Friday, until Dr. Davis allows it. She can only moan softly, her hips twitching with the effort not to take him deeper, not to lose herself in the ecstasy he offers. For now, she is his, a willing **** to his desires, aching and yearning, yet bound by his rules.

With a swift, sudden movement, Dr. Davis grips Bianca's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls her back against his throbbing hardness. "You want this, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and rough, a command. "You want me inside you, filling you, claiming you as mine?" Bianca whimpers, her body trembling with need, with desperation. She arches her back, pressing her asscheeks against him, silently begging for more.

In one smooth, powerful thrust, Dr. Davis sheathes himself fully inside Bianca's tight, wet heat. A guttural groan escapes him as he feels her walls clenching around him, her body so hot and slick, so perfect. "Fuck," he hisses, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her steady. Bianca cries out, her voice high and breathless, as she feels him stretching her, filling her completely. The sensation is overwhelming, bordering on painful, yet so deliciously perfect.

Dr. Davis sets a hard, fast pace, his hips snapping against Bianca's ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing obscenely in the quiet room. Bianca meets each thrust, her body moving back against him, taking him as deep as she can. Pleasure builds with each slam of his hips, each drag of his cock inside her, each promise of ecstasy. "So good," Bianca whimpers, her voice high and ****, a testament to her need. Dr. Davis's hands slide from her hips, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him, the other hand snaking up to tease at her sensitive folds. He rubs her clit in tight circles, the pressure and friction driving Bianca wild with lust. "You're mine," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, a claim that sends shivers down Bianca's spine.

The pleasure inside Bianca builds with each thrust, each circle of his fingers against her sensitive nub. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with the **** of her impending release. "Please," she sobs, the word a broken, **** whimper, a plea for more, for harder, for faster. Dr. Davis's response is to increase the speed of his thrusts, to rub her clit more insistently, the pressure and friction pushing Bianca closer to the edge.

Bianca's body tenses, her muscles clenching and tightening as she approaches her peak. "I'm... I'm..." she stammers, her voice trailing off.

Dr. Davis feels her about to cum and pulls out of her, his cock slipping from her wet heat. "Nope. I said don't cum," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Bianca whimpers at the sudden absence of his hardness filling her, her body aching with need. "N-no... please..." she begs, her voice high and ****, a plea for more. Dr. Davis steps away, leaving Bianca's asscheeks exposed and ****. She feels the cool air against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body moments before. "Not yet," he commands, his tone brooking no argument. Bianca shivers, her body trembling with the effort not to lose herself in the pleasure he has denied her. She can only whimper and beg, her body aching, **** for his touch, for his release inside her. For now, she is his, a willing **** to his desires, aching and yearning, yet bound by his rules, until Friday, until he allows her the ecstasy she craves.

Dr. Davis steps away, leaving Bianca's asscheeks exposed and ****. The cool air caresses her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body moments before. Bianca shivers, her body trembling with the effort not to lose herself in the pleasure he has denied her.

Suddenly, Dr. Davis' voice cuts through the tension, low and commanding. "Turn around," he orders, his tone brooking no argument. Bianca's heart races as she complies, slowly turning to face him. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the hunger in his eyes, the raw, primal desire that sends shivers down her spine.

Without warning, Dr. Davis grabs Bianca's shoulders and pushes her down to her knees. The hard floor meets her palms, the surface cold and unforgiving. "Since you can't be trusted to take my cock properly," he growls, his voice a dangerous rumble, "you'll have to learn your lesson, my little slut."

Bianca's eyes widen as she feels the thick head of Dr. Davis' hardness pressing against her lips, the taste of salt and pre-cum a sharp, musky sensation. "Open wide," he commands, his fingers wrapping around her hair, guiding her mouth down over his throbbing length. Bianca's tongue darts out, lapping at the sensitive underside of his cock, the silky skin a contrast to the rigid hardness.

Slowly, deliberately, Dr. Davis pushes into Bianca's mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair as he goes deeper. "Such a good little cock slut," he praises, his voice a low, appreciative growl. Bianca's throat bulges around him, her muscles working to accommodate his size.

She feels him hit the back of her throat, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Dr. Davis groans, his hips thrusting shallowly, pushing his cock deeper into Bianca's gullet with each movement.

Bianca's hands are shaking with the effort not to lose control, not to let her desperation show. She wants nothing more than to slide a hand between her thighs, to finish the orgasm that was building, but Dr. Davis is watching her closely, ensuring she obeys his command. Bianca's tongue massages the underside of Dr. Davis' cock, the silky skin a contrast to the rigid hardness. She can taste the musk of his pre-cum, the salt of his skin, and it sends her mind reeling with need.

Dr. Davis pulls out of Bianca's mouth, a string of saliva connecting his swollen cockhead to her lips. "Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with desire. Bianca whimpers at the loss of his heat, her body aching, craving more. "Stand up," Dr. Davis commands, his eyes dark with lust. Bianca obeys, her legs shaky beneath her. She turns around, bending over the desk, presenting her ass to him like a bitch in heat.

Dr. Davis steps up behind Bianca, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're such a needy little slut," he growls, his breath hot against her neck. Bianca moans, her body trembling with anticipation. "So **** for my cock, so hungry for my cum."

He kicks her legs apart, exposing her dripping sex to his hungry gaze. Bianca's pussy is swollen, slick with arousal, her clit throbbing with need. "Look how wet you are," Dr. Davis praises, his voice a low, appreciative rumble. "So hungry for it, aren't you?"

He lines up his throbbing cock with Bianca's entrance, the head nudging against her slick folds. Bianca whimpers, her body aching to be filled, to be stretched around his thick length. "Please," she begs, her voice high and ****. "Please fuck me, fill me up."

Dr. Davis chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down Bianca's spine. "Patience, my little slut," he taunts, his cockhead nudging higher, pushing into her tight opening, just a little. Bianca gasps, her muscles clenching around the small intrusion, begging for more.

Slowly, torturously, Dr. Davis pushes into Bianca's hot, wet depths.

Her body yields to his invasion, the muscles of her sex gripping his cock like a vice. As he fills her, Bianca's eyes flutter closed, her head dropping forward in surrender. Dr. Davis's gaze drops to the sight of his cock disappearing into her, the eroticism of it sending a surge of blood to his groin. His balls tighten, his cock twitching with excitement, as he watches himself claim her inch by slow inch.

As he stands there, savoring the view, Bianca shifts slightly, adjusting to his thickness. Her heels click softly on the tile floor, the stockings stretching taut across her thighs like a second skin. Dr. Davis's eyes feast on the sight, his pupils dilating with lust. He can't help but feel a sense of pride, of ownership, as he regards the vision before him.

Bianca, sensing his gaze, opens her eyes, her gaze meeting Dr. Davis's in a flash of connection. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Dr. Davis can see the hunger in her eyes, the need to be claimed, to be possessed. His cock twitches again, his balls aching with anticipation.

With a slow smile, Dr. Davis reaches out, his hand tracing the seam of her stockings, his fingers brushing against the lace that tops them. Bianca shivers at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed once more.

Suddenly, Dr. Davis's hand darts up, grabbing a handful of her hair, his fingers wrapping around the strands like a vice. He yanks her head back, her spine arching as she gasps in surprise. "Don't cum," he growls, his voice low and menacing, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm almost there."

Bianca's body tenses, her muscles clenching around his cock as he begins to fuck her hard and deep, his thrusts savage and relentless. She cries out, her mouth opening in a silent scream as he pounds into her, the sound of his hips slapping against her asscheeks echoing through the room. Dr. Davis's grip on her hair tightens, his fingers pulling her head back further, his arm flexing with the effort. Bianca's eyes water, her vision blurring as he continues to ravage her, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease.

The room around them melts away, the only sound the heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh. Bianca's world narrows to the sensation of Dr. Davis's cock inside her, the feeling of his hands holding her in place, controlling her. She's trapped, helpless, and utterly at his mercy. And yet, she wouldn't want it any other way.

For a moment, everything seems to hang suspended, poised on the brink of explosion.

Then, without warning, Dr. Davis's body stiffens, his cock surging deeper into Bianca's depths as he unleashes a primal roar. His semen erupts from his cock, spewing forth in thick, pulsing jets that flood Bianca's cunt, bathing her insides in its scorching heat. Bianca's eyes widen in shock as she feels the searing liquid coursing through her, setting off tremors that ripple outward from her core.

She gasps, her lungs seizing as her diaphragm contracts, but Dr. Davis holds her firm, his grip on her hair unyielding as he empties himself into her willing vessel. Each pulse sends another wave crashing through Bianca's system, straining her internal walls to contain the torrential flow. Her vision dissolves into a kaleidoscope of colors as her senses reel beneath the onslaught.

Just as Bianca thinks she'll splinter apart from the sheer pressure, Dr. Davis slows, his jerks growing shallower as he exhausts his supply. Finally, he comes to a stop, his chest heaving as he releases a last, guttural sigh. Still lodged deeply within her, he wraps his free arm around Bianca's waist, pinning her flush against him as his lips graze the whorl of her ear. "Now you can go," he whispers, the vibrations of his voice shivering down her spine.

With a sudden, deliberate movement, Dr. Davis takes a large step backwards, carefully disengaging himself from Bianca's quivering flesh. As he does, a steady trickle of his cum begins to seep from her swollen folds, a slow, sticky rivulet that trails down the length of her thighs. Dr. Davis's gaze follows its course, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he ensures none of the precious liquid escapes onto his polished shoes.

Bianca, still reeling from the **** of his climax, gazes down at the spreading stain on her thighs, a frown etching her features. She'd had another class, but at this point, she seriously doubted she'd be making it – not with the unholy mess Dr. Davis had left her in. A droplet of his cum breaks free from the corner of her labia, clinging precariously to the edge of her stocking before falling, with a soft plop, onto the cold tile floor. Bianca winces inwardly, mortified by the thought of facing her peers in such a state. But Dr. Davis merely smiles, his teeth flashing white as he gestures toward the door. "Run along, Bianca," he says, his voice low and dismissive. "We're done...for now."

With shaky hands, Bianca pulls her panties back on, wincing as the damp fabric brushes against her sensitive skin. She takes a moment to smooth out the wrinkles in her stockings, trying to salvage what's left of her dignity. Then, grabbing her bag from the floor, she takes a tentative step forward, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. Dr. Davis's eyes seem to bore into her, watching her every move, as she struggles to control her walk. Each step feels like a mile, her stilettos clicking loudly against the tile floor as she makes her way to the door. Her legs trembling beneath her, Bianca grabs the door handle, feeling a surge of hand-thrumming anxiety as she prepares to face the outside world - and her next class.

Bianca exits the room and walks down the hallway, her steps hesitant and unsure. The corridor is eerily quiet, save for the soft click of her heels against the linoleum. As she passes by the windows, she catches a glimpse of herself in the reflection - her hair mussed, her lips swollen, her skin flushed. She looks like a woman who's just been thoroughly fucked, and the thought sends a shiver down her spine.

Bianca finds a bench in a quiet corner of the building and sits down, her head spinning with the events of the last few minutes. She leans back against the wall, letting out a shaky breath as she tries to collect herself. Her thighs clench together, a wave of heat coursing through her as she remembers the feeling of Dr. Davis's cock pulsing inside her, his cum flooding her cunt. She bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but the sound still manages to escape, echoing in the empty hallway.

As she sits there, trying to regain her composure, Bianca can't help but wonder what's in store for her next class. Will she be able to focus on the material, or will her mind constantly wander back to what just happened? Will she be able to hide the evidence of her tryst with Dr. Davis, or will her classmates notice the stain on her thighs, the flush on her skin?

Bianca reaches into her bag, fumbling for her phone as she types out a message to Robert: "Lunch?" She hits send, then quickly tucks her phone back into her bag, her heart racing. She's not sure why she's asking to meet him - maybe it's because she needs a friendly face, or maybe it's just an excuse to leave the building and freshen up.

Just then, the bell rings, signaling the end of the break. Bianca takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and stands up, smoothing out her skirt. As she walks towards her next class, she can't help but feel a pair of eyes on her. She glances over, and sees Dr. Davis watching her from the window, his gaze intense and unwavering. A shiver runs down her spine, and she quickly looks away, focusing on the path ahead.

As she enters the classroom, she's greeted by the familiar faces of her classmates. They smile at her, but she can't help but feel like they're looking at her differently now, like they can sense what just happened. She takes her seat, trying to keep her legs still, not wanting to draw any attention to the dampness between them.

The professor starts the lecture, but Bianca finds it hard to focus.