by T. N. King
He also planned more in the future. The list played in his mind. All kinds of heights he would take her to. It helped that he got off on her getting off. He knew for sure that he would never get his fill. He didn’t want to. He wanted to feel her in his arms as much as possible and he knew being away from her would probably drive him crazy again
He would definitely miss her sweet face and body while he was back at New York, but it would motivate him to finish up quick and come back to her.
He brought her wrists together up above her head and held them down with one hand, then dipped down to kiss her. “I’m going to miss you,” he said.
Ellie furrowed her brows. “Me too,” she said, before arching her back.
With his other hand, Morgan reached behind the space between her back and the bed and grabbed her ass to better guide her onto his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he said. He could feel Ellie’s inner muscles begin to tighten around his swollen cock.
“Oh, my god,” she said. “I’m gonna come.”
“That’s it,” he urged as he, too tensed. “Come for me, baby.”
“Uh!” she exclaimed and brought her hips up to meet his thrusts.
“Yeah, just like that,” he panted.
“Oh, my god!” She threw her head back and closed her eyes.
Morgan gazed down at her as she came, he loved to watch her when he made her climax. It always made him come and hard.
He buried is head in the space between her neck and her shoulder, taking in the scent of her cherry blossom shampoo, and gave in to his climax. He felt her whimpering beneath him, like she often did with a really powerful orgasm. How could he not adore her?
Long seconds went by before either one moved. Finally, Morgan slipped out of her and rolled onto his back on the bed. “No time for breakfast, now,” he said.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel satisfied,” she said from where she laid, also on her back.
“I really have created a monster,” he said to her lips. “A beautiful, irresistible monster.” He kissed her deeply. It would have to last him for a day or two. He rested his forehead against her. God, how he loved her. He then rolled off the bed and headed for the shower. Now he had to rush to get back to New York in time for the big acquisition meeting at Hunt Headquarters, but all he felt was happy.
Ellie
She hated seeing Morgan leave but at the same time, felt a tinge of excitement as he walked out the door. Her anticipation to see him again would build over the next couple of days and when he did come back, the sex would be amazing. No, she didn’t fear him not coming back. This was a whole new start, he seemed to have faced that he loved her. She still hadn’t told him she loved him. Maybe she would just up and blurt it out one night. Yes, impulsive was what he’d always said about her. She smiled to herself. It seemed to pay off big too.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that she only had twenty minutes to get to her first class.
“Crap!” she said, as she gathered her books and grabbed her phone then headed out the door.
College campus was only a brisk ten minute walk from her apartment, so she’d stopped driving there after the first few days because parking could be really tricky. She enjoyed walking anyway, and it would be fall soon, so the days were definitely cooling off.
As she jogged down the path to the Arts and Sciences building, she pulled her cell phone out to check the time. She had only five minutes to get to her chemistry class. As she juggled her books in an attempt to put her phone back into her jeans pocket, she neglected to pay attention to where she was going and ran right smack into someone.
“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” she asked as she dropped her books.
The serious looking man with glasses and a beard gave her a stern look and dusted off his brown tweed jacket. “I seem to be fine,” he said, but didn’t offer to help her pick up her books. He adjusted his pants and went on his way while Ellie crouched down to get her things.
She was in too much of a hurry to care about his lack of manners. She gathered her things and rushed off to class. This was actually her first day at this class because she had switched from another chemistry class that conflicted with her work schedule too much and this class was offered in the mornings, so she could still pick up a night or two at the diner if she needed to, as was the case tonight. She hadn’t forgotten that she promised Joanna that she could pick up a shift tonight.
As she entered the lecture hall and took a seat, she realized that the serious looking man that she had bumped into was the class instructor! Way to go, Ellie. He’s sure to give you an F now. At least, she wasn’t late on top of the accident.
She did her best to try to brush off the incident, but as soon as the instructor looked up, he saw her and even made direct eye contact with her. It was kind of startling, so Ellie reluctantly smiled and waved.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his pants, again, then went to the podium to begin the lecture. “Before getting started,” he began, “I see a few new faces today, as can be expected this first week of school, so I will introduce myself. I am Professor William Schwartz, I have a PhD in organic chemistry with an emphasis on biological chemistry. I have taught here at the University of Pennsylvania for over twenty years, but please, don’t let that intimidate you. I am a really nice guy,” he said with a forced smile.
Ellie cringed. She was terrible with formulas, so she hoped she could at least squeak by in this class with a C. Maybe Professor Schwartz would let her do some extra credit ahead of time because she knew she’d need it. She put the negativity aside, so she could focus as he began with the lecture.
He started talking about human hormones and romantic feelings. Ellie shifted in her seat. She’d had plenty of those this morning. But thirty minutes in, she was completely fascinated.
“If hormones are responsible for men wanting women, are men truly responsible for their own actions?”
Ellie stifled a smile as she thought about last night with Morgan. Hormones? No, him mastering her…yes.
“Something you want to share, Ms.” Professor Schwartz glanced down at the roll. “White?”
“Uh. No,” she said, and squirmed in her seat, a little. “Sorry. I was just thinking about something—else.”
“Please, do try to pay attention. This could prove to be very useful information,” he said and continued with the lecture.
Ellie bit her lip and felt herself blush. Called out on the first day of class. She’d never live that one down. She could almost see her possible C turn into a sure F. She kept her head down and tried to just make it to the end of the lecture without drawing any more attention to herself.
After the lecture was over, she grabbed her things and attempted to sneak out, but was called back by Professor Schwartz.
“Ms. White!”
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked back to see Professor Schwartz standing at the podium with her cell phone in his hand. She immediately felt her pocket to see if it was there, but it wasn’t. She walked down towards him.
“How did you get my phone?”
Schwartz peered at her from behind his glasses. “You bumped into me, remember? It fell out of your pocket when you bent to retrieve your things.” He handed it to her.
Ellie took her phone back. “I didn’t remember seeing you stop to pick anything up,” she said.
“That, Ms. White, is because you obviously do not pay attention,” he said rather snobbishly.
Then why didn’t he give it to her right there and then? She didn’t have time to ask. She thanked him and rushed off to her next class. As fascinating as his lecture was, something seemed very off about him.
The rest of her day went by fast and before she knew it, it was time to head to the diner. She’d agreed to pick up a night shift here and there to help Joanna out because she dreaded going back to her beautiful, but empty apartment. Until Morgan came back, she’d happily spend all her free time either working or at school.
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When she entered the diner, Joanna greeted her with a big smile and a hug. “Look what came for you today,” she said and showed Ellie the biggest bouquet of flowers she’d ever seen.
“Oh, my god!” she exclaimed and plucked the small card out.
“Well, who is it from?” asked Joanna, impatiently.
Ellie smirked. “You mean you haven’t read the card already?”
Joanna put a hand up to her mouth, hardly able to contain her excitement. “So when is the wedding?”
Ellie rolled her eyes then lifted the delicate little card with fancy script and read it:
My dearest little sex kitten,
Stay hot for me. I’ll be back soon.
Love,
Morgan
Ellie smiled and winked at Joanna. She certainly wasn’t going to share the sex kitten part with her boss. “It says that he loves me.”
Joanna jumped in the air with a WHOOP!
Ellie stared at her. Oh, god. I hope I didn’t look like that a couple of weeks back when I wore the diamond dress. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
EPILOGUE
He watched her walk from campus to the nearby diner at and all he could think about was the soft, inviting feeling of her body when she’d bumped into him. He could tell she was a vixen, just by the way she walked and talked—and oblivious. He easily slipped her phone out of her pocket without her even knowing it. He had hoped to find something of more value on there than just pathetically romantic texts to her boyfriend. Oh, well. She was in his class and he’d have a chance to see more of her later.
Ha! She was so young and stupid. He could definitely teach her a thing or two. He reached down and grabbed his groin as it came to life.
“Yes, Ms. White. You’re definitely responsible for this,” William Schwartz muttered.
Young girls like that were always wanting sex, he surmised. It wasn’t his fault that the chemicals in his body simply reacted to the hormones in hers. He recalled the way her fitted top hugged the curves of her firm, young body.
Mm. That slut! He imagined how she’d look on her knees. Oh, yes, Ms. White. I can make that happen.
He pulled out his professional camera and shot some pics of her as she walked into the diner as he immediately concluded that she worked there, since she walked into the back and came out with an apron on.
More useful information. He took more pics of her as his breathing became ragged and he shifted in his seat in the car. “Oh, you little girl. Look at what you’re doing to me.”
He was fully erect now and wanted only satisfaction. He unzipped his pants and began stroking his penis.
Yes. That’s it.
He was almost there when he noticed a car pull up behind him in his rear view mirror. Crap! He zipped his pants up and started the car. After a long last look at Ellie, he pulled off. He’d be back.
William smiled. He had the perfect scheme. He always did.
Far From Perfect
T.N King
Prologue
He wasn’t sure how long it had been. It could’ve have been 10 minutes, or it could have been 10 hours since he walked down the stairs into this basement – or at least he thought he was in a basement. He wasn’t even sure of that. His mind had been spinning ever since he got here. What had he gotten himself into? Had he made a mistake? Did he even have free will anymore? Where the hell was he? And how long had he been down here -- because it felt like forever?
Liam grunted. He had always had a terrible sense of time. It was one of the reasons why he was always late to class. His thoughts would fly through his mind and he often had trouble focusing on what he was doing. He would sometimes find himself standing in the middle of a room and forget why he had walked into it in the first place. His mind was always racing at a mile a minute. He even got a detention last month for being late to first period three times in one week. Not that he really cared though. He hated school. It was just another thing for him to mess up at. Liam let out a deep sigh. He felt like he had already messed up with this – these “sessions” or whatever she called them – he was supposed to be at her address at 6pm sharp, but he had come 15 minutes late. Maybe punctuality was the lesson he was being taught right now during his first “session.”
Maybe he should try to focus on being in the present and just focusing on one thought at a time. Liam took a deep breath and tried to be fully present. He felt the red silk scarf tied tightly against his closed eyelids. He felt the warmth of pain that had been pooling in his deltoids for the last 4 hours or so. He felt the cool leather of the cuffs pulling at the thin skin around his wrists. Liam extended his fingers and reached for the cold metal chains attached to the leather cuffs. He wrapped his fingers around them finding a strange sort of comfort from the smooth links. He leaned his bare back against the cool concrete of the wall his skin tightening at the icy temperature. Liam exhaled letting all of the air out of his lungs. He felt his warm breath quickly disperse though the vast, mostly empty space. Liam sensed a large object in the far corner and something perhaps hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t tell for sure but he felt as if his head had brushed something as he was being led, blindfolded, into the basement by his Mistress. He almost laughed at the thought. Mistress. It sounded like something somebody might call someone in a French farce. Although after what he had been through it seemed like his life was turning out to be more like a hostage situation than a farce.
That being said, Liam didn’t feel that he was in any danger, in fact he felt almost comfortable. In a twisted way, he felt that he deserved to be chained to a basement wall. He was a delinquent, a burden, and a fuck-up. A damp cold basement is exactly where he should be. He deserved to suffer for his bad choices and his own worthless. He deserved anything and everything that happened to him in here.
Suddenly Liam heard the door at the top of the stairs slowly creak open. For a second he froze. His ears strained to hear any other potential sounds. He felt his heart drumming in his chest, goose bumps raised on the back of his neck. He waited to hear the click-click-click of his Mistress’ tall, pointed stiletto heels. But no more sound came. Did he imagine hearing the door open? Was it just wishful thinking?
Liam took a deep breath and focused his thoughts. No. She was here. He felt her presence. Her strength was emanating from the top of the staircase. He sensed that her eyes were on him, looking down at him. He could almost feel her taking stock of every inch of his naked, bound body. Liam tried to control his breathing – to keep his breaths slow and even – but he his quick ragged breathes felt as if he was panting. His throat tightened with anticipation. He tried to swallow down the nerves and excitement, but it seemed to just kick his adrenaline up further. What was she going to do to him? He shifted his weight, uncomfortable with her gaze, with her power over him.
“Don’t move.” Her voice sliced through the basement like a knife.
Liam stopped moving. She was here. He wasn’t imagining it. Liam held his breath as he listened to her stilettos click, click, click—down the stairs. Liam could almost see the long slender pale legs strutting down the stairs; her hips confidently swaying side to side in her tight grey dress. Liam could hear the assuredness in his Mistress’ steps.
She knew exactly where she wanted to go, how many steps it took to get there, and the most efficient course. In everything she did, she was all about control.
Liam thought he heard her pick something up off the far wall of the basement, but he couldn’t be sure. He listened as her heals crossed the floor until she was standing directly in front of him. He felt the warmth from her body radiated towards him as she slowly leaned towards him. Liam’s body tensed up, not sure of what was going to happen to him. Then, he felt her soft lips gently graze the edge of his ear. Liam shivered in pleasure. “Good Boy” she whispered to him. A smooth, cold hand rested on Liam’s chest and he flinched at the unexpected touch. His Mistress slid her hand slowly down his chest and grazed her cool fingers over his sensitive pink nipples. H
e felt his nipple harden into little peaks and a shiver raced down his spine as her hands moved further down his body. She pause her hand resting on his hipbone. “What have you learned Liam.” It wasn’t a question, but an ordered.
Liam wasn’t sure if it was the hours of isolation changed to a wall or if it was just the fact that he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the reality of the extreme situation that he found himself in right now. But he was feeling a little loopy and a little frightened, so he responded with his go to defense mechanism…sarcasm.
“I said, what have you learned, Liam,” she repeated her order with a new edge in her voice.
“That you must have hired a medieval torturer as an interior decorator,” the quip tumbled out of Liam’s mouth before he could consider if it was the appropriate thing to say or not.
CRACK.
Liam yelled out in shock as a leather strap hit him across the torso leaving a warm, stinging pain. What the hell was that? A riding crop? Liam caught his breath and grabbed on the chains above him, holding onto them for additional support. Something flared up in him. He was mad and feeling more defiant than before. She was supposed to be helping him work through his issues not smacking him around like some show horse. What she was doing didn’t feel like help. It just felt like another test for Liam to screw up at, but this time the consequences were more extreme -- it wasn’t his paper that was being marked with red pen, it was his body being marked red with a riding crop.
“What have you learned, Liam?” She repeated again. Her voice was emotionless and cold.
Liam felt his defiance bubbling up again. He knew what she wanted him to say, but why did he have to say it? Why should he give her what she wanted? Another sarcastic remark escaped form Liam’s lips.