Too good a deal to pass up (Maledom/Foreplay)

Victor hummed as he stared down at the scared Dominique. Honestly, there was no reason to deny the offer - she was attractive, attracted to him, and most importantly he held all the power. For all intents and purposes he was her last chance at choosing who's having sex with her, she'd already lost control of when she gets fucked thanks to the law.

She might not have a lot to offer, but neither did he need to offer anything. Instead of a dowry, he just needed to say he'd sign a paper that let her say no to other people wanting to fuck her under the condition that he could fuck her whenever he wanted to. It was effectively what she was offering, after all.

He reached down, stroking Dominique's jawline. She leaned into it, accepting it and closing her eyes - trying to look like she wasn't terrified he was about to say no. He had every intention of saying yes, but there was no reason to tell her that just yet. "Well, I can hardly make a choice without inspecting just what I'm getting out of this." He said, gripping her lower face and leading her onto her feet. She stumbled slightly as she both stood up from and was pulled from her desk, and he pulled her in for a kiss, keeping his grip.

She let out a muffled squeak as his lips crashed into hers, parting her lips slightly. Victor pushed the advantage and began to french the young woman. The tip of his tongue quickly found hers and danced around it as she began to realize what was happening and tried to return the kiss. Her tongue moved much more tentatively, prodding back at his tongue as if unsure if he wanted her to and only doing so again after he didn't push her away.

In the meantime, he explored her mouth, dancing around her teeth, tongue, lips, and the roof of her mouth. He kept a hand on her lower jawline, propping her head up and holding her mouth open as he leaned down to meet her. He kept her facing up as much as possible, forcing her to arch her back and press her body against his. Dominique didn't seem to know where to put her hands and attempted to put her arms over his shoulders after a good ten seconds of making out. Not the worst choice he admitted, but he still took one of her hands and placed it at a better spot.

His crotch.

She froze when he did this, her tongue that had slowly gotten more active flinching back into her mouth as he put his hand over hers. He cupped his hand over hers and started to slowly stroke himself through his trousers with her hand. Soon her tongue started to move again and she seemed to get the idea, rubbing his hardening length through his clothes. Thankfully, she also seemed to realize she needed to breathe through her nose as the kiss continued.

Moving his hand from hers, he traced her left side before coming up to her left breast. She froze again and mewled into his mouth as he took hold of it and squeezed gently - she also arched further and bent at the knees, almost breaking the kiis before he tightened his grip and pulled her back up. He mentally took note of her having sensitive breasts before he started massaging it.

Her strokes became less smooth and more erratic as he played with her breasts, letting go of her jaw so both hands could enjoy the handful sized globes of soft, sensitive flesh. He could feel the binding wrap she was wearing under the blouse trapping them in place, and was tempted to rip both the blouse and wrappings off her. How exotic a puddle would she be if his calloused, rough hands were directly touching her tits, pinching her nipples.

He got more aggressive with the kiss, sucking on her tongue and searching deeper into her mouth with his own. Soon she was practically jelly in his hands, and he had to keep on hand on the small of her back to keep her from falling.

With only one hand free, he moved to another spot. First breaking the kiss to get a look at the young woman's face. Her grey eyes were half lidded and unfocused, her face as red as he'd ever seen in, and her lips were puffy with her tongue resting on her lower lip. She was panting her chest heaving.

He leaned past her head and kissed her neck, exciting a gasp from her before he began to suck and nibble where her neck met her collarbone, making her tremble in his hands again just in time for his left hand to hike up her skirt and slip into her leggings. She stiffened up once again and he started running his fingers over her slit.

He broke from her neck and brought his lips to her ear as she moaned from pleasure. "Fish it out, wrap your fingers around it, and stroke it." He demanded in a whisper, nipping at her earlobe when she didn't react immediately. Her hand stopped stroking him as she fumbled with his zipper, then pulled it down and fished his half hardened cock from his undergarments and trousers. With an almost feather light grip she began to stroke him off, another nip at her ear caused her to tighten her grip, and he chuckled before going back to assaulting her neck.

She was so wet in his hand, and he could tell it was soaking through her leggings as well. His thumb began to massage her clit as he slipped his middle finger into her folds. He smiled against her neck when he realized she was indeed a virgin. He'd expected as much, given her reaction to mere foreplay as well as her upbringing, but it was important and wonderful to confirm.

Virginity, and the act of taking it from a willing partner - or it being won and taken - could power more magic than people realized. He would relish this.

Even if he couldn't feel that, the fact she felt this tight around just one finger said enough. He pulled his finger out, sliding it over her slit before he roughly pulled down her leggings - the sound of tearing almost making him feel bad - before thrusting his hips into her hand, pressing the length of his cock against her stomach.

She froze entirely and he could hear a trembling whimper as she realized the sheer size of the dick that would very soon be claiming her virginity. Another laugh rumbled in Victor's throat.

Dominique felt a pit in her stomach as she realized her professor's cock was as it pressed against her fully. Between the kissing and the touching she hadn't really realized how big he was, she'd just followed a motion. Now, it was clearly bigger than she'd ever imagined. It felt like the base was above her navel and the tip was resting just under her breasts.

His middle finger had felt big! His middle finger reached places she didn't know she had and he was going to thrust this into her!? She shook in his arms and she wasn't sure if it was fear, excitement, or both - it was probably both.

"P-Professor? Is that-"

"Going to fit? Don't worry, it'll fit."

She doubted that, she doubted that very much. "But it's so-"

"Allow me to clarify. I'll make it fit."

She wanted to protest that, that didn't sound safe whatsoever, but whatever she wanted to say was cut off when Victor's finger slipped into her folds again, followed by a second finger. He started pumping them in and out of her, alternating them so one was pushing into her while the other pulled out, making her cry out in pleasure.

Victor grinned against her neck before giving her neck a gentle bite and sealing his lips against her skin and sucking on her to leave a nice, obvious mark on her for the day as he thought what he'd do to his very responsive, virgin student.