Blue Persuasion

by Blakely Bennett

  My eyes filled and I said, “Please tell me you mean it.”

  “Next time we’re at your place, I’ll make a new Post-It.” Then he pushed another napkin across and it read: I REALLY care about you.

  “Stuart?” I said.

  “Yeah?” he asked from across the bar.

  “I need ten.”

  “Okay.”

  I rushed through the back of the restaurant and outside to the front. I ran straight into Tate’s open arms.

  “Shhh,” he said as I cried against his chest.

  I searched his eyes for the truth. “Are you sure, because I...”

  He held my face and said, “Trust me.”

  I wanted to tell him the truth. Maybe I wanted to test him too. “Tate?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love you.”

  He crushed his lips against mine, lifting me off the ground.

  I wrapped my legs around him, holding him just as tight. I never wanted him to let me go.

  He pressed his forehead against mine, panting. “As long as you can leave the past in the past and not have to label us. Give me time to get there. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” Carrying me, he walked toward the back of the building.

  I loosened my arms from around his neck. “Does that mean I’m allowed to use the dirty word?”

  He laughed. “Yes. You’ve always had a very dirty mouth.”

  I raised my fist into the air. “Tate is in a relationship with Blue. Yesss.”

  His mouth covered mine again and this time, I felt his love more than his passion. The fierce emotion left me breathless in a different way. He placed me down by the back door. “You better get back in.”

  “Yeah.” I went straight to the bathroom, wiped the smudged eyeliner from my eyes, and retrieved Helena’s letter from my bag. A few more customers had taken a seat, and I noticed Redhead flirting with Sheila. I chuckled to myself. “Here,” I said to Tate, handing him the letter. “Helena left that for me.”

  I took a few orders, ran some food, and pulled another amber ale for Tate. “So,” I said, placing the beer down in front of him.

  “Intense. Did you know your mother broke your father’s heart?”

  “No. I had no idea why they were fighting all the time and then they split. I don’t know if Matt knows, either.”

  “Thank you for letting me read it.” He handed the letter back to me. “I feel like I understand better. Now I know what she meant to you and what you meant to her.” He stared at me with a slight smile. “I’m going to take off in a minute. Are you coming over after you’re done here?”

  “If that’s okay. I packed a bag.”

  “Yep, and I think it’s time for you to leave some stuff at my place.”

  Then I did something I had never done before and thankfully, Stuart didn’t see me. I turned away from the bar, hoisted my butt onto the counter and swung my legs around. I practically threw myself at Tate.

  He caught me, laughing. “Don’t go getting yourself fired on my account.”

  “Kiss me quickly.”

  He gave me a hot, sweet kiss and helped me back over the bar. “How much do I owe you?”

  “I got you covered.”

  “Text me when you’re on your way.” He smiled and strolled away as I watched him until he was out of sight.

  I love him!

  Boy, do I love him!

  “What was that all about?” Sheila asked, sidling up next to me.

  “Progress. That was most definitely progress.”

  By the time I made it to Tate’s that night, the emotional exhaustion from the day had set in. He was wonderfully attentive and understanding. After a shower, he spooned me and I immediately melted into his embrace and had a peaceful night of slumber.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  I Would Do Anything For You

  by Foster the People

  I blinked my eyes and saw Tate standing above me. “What time is it?”

  “It’s after ten.”

  “Shit. I have to get going. Are you coming to Red’s tonight?”

  “Yes, but I wanted to talk to you about something. Do you have time to eat?”

  “Something fast. What’s up?” I rolled out of bed and rummaged in my bag for my work clothes. I quickly dressed and looked up. “Are we okay?”

  “I’m going to be busy most of the day tomorrow, so I was thinking we could crash at your place tonight.”

  “Oh yeah. Sure, that’s fine. I work a double tomorrow anyway. I plan to stop by Lainie’s shop and then head into work.”

  “Go wash up, and I’ll come up with something to eat.”

  “The left over cantaloupe is fine, and I can have something at work later.”

  Tate followed me to the bathroom and leaned against the door jam.

  I felt the heat of his gaze as I flushed the toilet. I washed my hands and squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush.

  “Any chance you can stop by my office later?”

  I held the toothbrush away from my mouth. “Oh, to pick up the car? I’m only working the lunch shift. Does three-thirty or four work?”

  “We can talk about the car later. Come by when you can. It’s hard for me not to—” He ran his fingers through his hair and said, “I’ll get on that breakfast.”

  We sat down at the inside table with coffee, toast, and cantaloupe. He surprised me by shifting me onto his lap.

  “This is very dangerous,” I said as he dangled a piece of cantaloupe in front of my mouth. I ate the offering and licked his fingers.

  His hard cock twitched under me. “If you can, get off earlier.”

  I laughed. “I see what you did there.”

  He licked the juices from my mouth and swallowed my giggles.

  When I pulled away, I took stock of his gorgeous face. I ran my fingers along the ridge of his sharp cheekbones. My smile faded. “Thank you for last night. It was exactly what I needed.”

  “I aim to please,” he said with a cheeky grin.

  “No, I’m serious. Somehow, I feel I’ll get through it all when you have me wrapped up in your arms. Falling asleep with you last night? It was one of the most peaceful sleeps I’ve had in a long time.”

  “I’d do just about anything for you, Blue.”

  Wow! And I’d let you.

  We shared a cantaloupe kiss, sweet and sexy.

  I pushed off his lap. “I have to get going, or I’m going to lose my job. I’m not a wealthy woman, yet.”

  “You don’t have to worry about money. You can always—”

  “I think I see where you’re going. I make my own way.”

  “It was just a thought.”

  I retrieved my stuff from Tate’s bathroom and bedroom and came back to him. “I miss you already and I haven’t stepped out the door yet.”

  “I know what you mean. You better leave before I make you stay.”

  I backed up and laughed. “Going.”

  Nothing remarkable happened during my lunch shift other than counting down the days, minutes, and seconds before I could give my notice. I planned to keep my job at Tap 42, but aimed never to wait tables again, if I could help it.

  I got off earlier than expected, changed out of my work clothes, and made it to FAU in good time. After talking to the Help Desk, I found my way to his office. He wasn’t there, but another professor was.

  “He’s still in class. We share this office.” The man looked like the quintessential professor: graying beard and mustache, along with the rounded spectacles.

  “Can you direct me to his classroom?”

  He led me down the hall and outside and then pointed to the building across the quad.

  “Thanks,” I said as I walked away.

  I slipped into a large lecture hall and sat down in the back. Tate was discussing The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe. His black fitted, dress pants and button-down blue shirt gave him a more formidable appearance. Had he been one of my professors, I would have set out to seduce him
despite his large stature. As he passionately stalked across the stage, he expounded the hidden context of the story.

  Watching his sexy strut, I thought, He’s mine bitches, and you can’t have him!

  I, personally, always found The Fall of the House of Usher to be straightforward. I couldn’t help myself. I raised my hand.

  Tate’s eyes latched onto mine and like a warm breeze, I felt him everywhere. “Yes, miss...”

  My heart pounded and I had to take a deep breath to respond. “Judy.”

  “Yes, Judy, go ahead.”

  “Given that the house essentially splits in half and crumbles at the end of the story, it seems clear to me that the house was in fact sentient and the source of all the ills of the family.”

  “Interesting. Why do you think that Roderick dies in the end?”

  “Because he’s deeply connected with his twin sister. His decline mirrors hers, but in different ways. I have heard it stated that the crack the narrator first notices is symbolic of the crack between the twins. For me, that’s a stretch. As someone who writes—nothing that might be considered a classic someday, but writes—sometimes storytelling is to create a mood, a feeling without all the subterfuge most critics or academics like to read into it.”

  “Thank you for sharing your opinion with our class today. All opinions are encouraged.” He turned his attention away from me to the rest of the class. “That’s all the time we have. Please make sure to read The Tell-Tale Heart by next week and be prepared to compare and contrast it with The Fall of the House of Usher.”

  I kept my seat and watched Tate gather his papers off the desk in front of him. He seemed to be taking his time. Once all the students had gone, he walked up the steps toward me. I couldn’t read his expression. “Are you mad at me?”

  He pulled me to him and placed my hand over the zipper of his pants.

  “Ohhh.” I fell out laughing.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl and need to be punished right away.” He tugged me after him, and led me back across the quad to his office. The other professor was nowhere in sight. He closed and locked the door, lowering the blind over the glass inset in the doorframe.

  Before I could catch up, he had my shorts unbuttoned and pulled off. He fell back into his big leather chair and ran his hands up my thighs. “Those panties are killing me.” He fingered the strip of pink lace that didn’t cover much.

  “I think he needs to breathe,” I said, unbuttoning his pants.

  He shooed my hands away. “This is my fantasy and you’ve played right into my plans.” He took my elbow and laid me across his lap, my naked ass up, with just a thin piece of material separating my rounded globes. His finger found its way under the thong and circled around my anus.

  I held my head up and looked at him.

  “I’m getting in there again.” His wicked grin turned me on even more. “First, you need to be punished.” He raised his hand and smacked my bottom several times, causing my butt cheeks to redden. “I’m just warming you up. I have a surprise for you.” He righted me onto my feet and said, “Check the shelf to the left.”

  “Are you planning to spank me with a book?”

  “No, naughty girl. School girls get special treatment.”

  I parted the books, until I located a small, oak spanking paddle hidden behind them.

  “Has Bond ever—”

  I shook my head, my nipples and pussy willing and ready. “Have you used—”

  “I bought it for us.”

  “Good,” I sighed out. “I mean, maybe. It looks like it might hurt.”

  “Oh, it will. Count on it.” He stripped my shirt and bra and then shifted some papers to the side. He had me lay my upper body across the far end of the desk. “Spread your feet as wide as the desk.” He shoved my foot outside the width of the desk. “Like that. Do it with your other foot.”

  I felt so exposed, my body trembling in anticipation of his erotic game.

  Then he tied my wrists, stretching them across the length of the desk. He lifted the far end of the desk and tossed the remainder of the rope under it, pinning me there. From under the desk, he brought the rope out and around behind me.

  Shit!

  He bound my feet to the sides as he tied off the rope between my legs. It left me with no play at all in my confinement. His sinful hands sculpted across my body, teasing, pulling, and pinching. “Are you ready?”

  “Yesss,” I panted out.

  He tickled over my ass. “Do you remember when I told you that I wanted to hurt you?”

  “Yes, that first night?”

  “Blue, my naughty girl...”

  “Do it.”

  He swatted me with the paddle, and it stung but quickly dissipated. “More?”

  “More.”

  “Good girl.” He struck the other side of my ass and then said, “Prepare yourself.”

  I shook before the next strike landed. The paddle came down hard on my thighs. “Holy fuck!”

  “Breathe,” he said, soothing over my stinging flesh with his warm palms. “That’s four. How many do you think a naughty girl deserves for barging into my class and espousing her opinions?”

  “Twenty,” I forced out.

  “Hmmm.” He ran his fingers over my mound and then squeezed my ass. “You like living on the edge. Once I’m inside you, I’ll ream you without mercy. Do you still think twenty?”

  I panted and said, “Twenty-five.”

  “Pride before the fall, such a sad, classic case. And since you seem to like the classics so much...”

  I felt the air shift just before his wooden paddle repeatedly ravished my ass and thighs. I managed to remain quiet as the pain reverberated from extreme to mild and back again, accelerating my intense need.

  “That was fifteen. I’ll let you recover a bit as I prepare you, but first...” He strolled to the side of me, his hard cock in his hand and fed it to me. Leisurely, he stroked in and out of my mouth, my cheek against the desk as I breathed in his delicious, masculine scent. When he moved away, I felt cold metal by the side of my hip. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he said as he cut my lace panties from my body.

  “I liked those,” I said over my shoulder.

  “So did I.” His fingers delved into my pussy, poking and prodding. Then he drew the wetness to my anus. He worked one finger inside me, and I gushed a bit. “Hang on,” he said and walked away. “Good thing I came prepared.” He placed a large square pad on the floor below me. “Now back to business.” His finger stretched me and then he inserted another. The fingers of his other hand caressed my clit, flicking and nudging it, bringing me right to the brink of orgasm.

  “Ohhh,” I called out.

  “Shhh. Do I need to find something for you to bite on?”

  I heard him rummage through the top drawer of the desk and then he said, “Open up.”

  He was very lucky I didn’t bite down because the head of his cock traced my lips with his precum. I sucked on his cock and when he pulled back, he placed a brand new pencil in my mouth for me to bite.

  “Be a good girl and keep quiet. These last ten will be the hardest and then I’m going to violate that ass of yours. Are you ready?”

  I nodded my head.

  He wasn’t kidding. The paddle abused my ass and thighs as I grunted and groaned from each strike. My juices dripped down and although he had removed his fingers from my ass, the anticipation of what was to cum had me ready and open for him.

  Then his mischievous hands combed my body, inciting a riot over the surface of my skin.

  I shook as much as the bindings would allow.

  “It’s time,” he growled. I heard him kick off his shoes and his pants drop. He came up behind me, first dousing his cock into my pussy.

  I loved the feel of his warm skin against my back and his breath against my neck. I angled my head toward him, wanting to be closer to his mouth.

  “Are you ready?” he whispered into my ear.

  I spit out the pencil and
said, “Take me.”

  He pulled out of my wetness and poised his cock at my red bud. The head of his cock stretched me and with a shove, finally popped inside me.

  “Oh fuck, wait, wait, wait!”

  He stopped moving and gave me time to acclimate.

  “Okay,” I moaned.

  Taking his time, he worked his entire length into me, my gush spilling the whole time, sloshing between us. “I’m all the way in,” he groaned quietly. He slowly stroked in and out of me as his skilled fingers dominated my swollen bundle of nerves.

  Then my gushing morphed into a full-on squirt fest. “Tate, Tate, Tate, I’m going to ... ahhh!” Between the bondage, my sore, spanked butt, his massive cock lodged in my ass, and his wicked fingers, my orgasm detonated with such extreme intensity that it took all my willpower not to yell out my climax. My release spasmed around his meaty shaft, causing pain and pleasure in equal measure.

  “I’m chasing you,” he rumbled. He thrust even deeper and fired his warm cum into me spurt after spurt.

  “Holy Christ! My heart is trying to bang its way out of my chest.”

  “Mine too,” he sighed out, his body lying over mine.

  I believed him. I could feel the pounding of his heart against my back.

  “I’m going to pull out.” Once he did, he untied the rope that kept my legs fastened to the desk and removed the pad from underneath me.

  I slid my feet together and waited for him to untie my arms. Once free, I had trouble standing.

  “Here, let me help you.”

  I leaned against him as he dried me off with a towel. “Your laundry bill must have gone up.”

  He chuckled and led me to the big, leather office chair.

  “Damn that was incredible,” I said as he held me in his lap.

  “How’s your ass?”

  “Sore, but it was so worth it.”

  “Why did you say twenty, then twenty-five? I was shooting for ten.” He kissed my forehead, holding me against his chest.

  “I wanted to impress you.”

  “And you did, as you always do. You continue to astound me. You match me kink for kink.”

  I felt gleeful. “I have to keep you on your toes.”

  “Better to keep me on my back although this last position was hot. I did miss seeing your eyes, though.”