He didn’t take me home.

He blindfolded me with a wide strip of black silk the second we stepped out of the English building, then guided me by the knot of strings at the small of my back like I was livestock. I walked through the cool night air completely naked under my long coat, his cum still leaking from my ass with every step, the double strings sawing between my legs. Students laughed somewhere in the distance. A car passed. None of them knew their literature professor was leading his student across campus with her holes used and marked.

We didn’t go to his office.

We went to the...