"You may regret saying that, sweetheart. I plan to show you things you've never experienced." Things his wife refused him in the bedroom? She wanted to be everything he needed and wanted.
He slipped his hand between her legs, under her dress. She had no panties on, her folds swollen and ready for more.
"Like?"
"Open your legs wider," he said in his teacher voice. She had to breathe through her mouth like a fish out of water. How long could she play when she wanted him naked and on top of her? He impaled two fingers unexpectedly into her cunt, his thumb teasing her bundle of nerves. "That's a good girl. Tonight I want to teach you how to obey, how to submit to me."
"I don't understand," she said.
"I want you, Kaya, not just for sex, not just for one night. But I won't make the same mistakes I did in the past. If we're to make a relationship work, we have to be compatible in every way." He punctuated his sentence by thrusting his fingers into her pussy, finger-fucking her. She melted into the sofa, her legs limply falling to the sides, free for his invasion. Kaya loved hearing the word "relationship" on his lips. She'd do anything to show him just
how beautiful one could be between them. Nothing about him repulsed her, and his kinky side only made her hotter, more eager to spend her life with Hayden.
"What will you do to me?" She gasped as he thrust again.
"I'd love to tie you to my bed, strip you naked, and pleasure your beautiful body until you're begging me to fuck you. I want to play with you, teach you every wicked thing I know."
She began to squeeze her own breasts without even realizing it. Kaya wanted it dirty, wanted to try new and wild things with a man she loved and respected.
"Yes," she muttered, her eyes closed.
"Such a good student." He kissed her temple, pulling free from her body. Hayden stood up in front of the sofa. She closed her legs and pulled up her dress to cover her breasts. The way he looked down at her melted her from the inside out, liquid heat coating her folds. Hayden loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. She'd imagined his body in her dreams but never expected it to be so ripped. He had six-pack abs and defined pecs. He must spend half his free time in the gym. She wanted to lick that happy trail of hair all the way down to the cock she'd already met.
She sat up straight, unbuckling him. He didn't tell her to stop. Hayden carefully set his shirt and tie on the arm on the sofa, so representative of him. It was just like when he'd hang his suit jacket on the back of his chair in philosophy class. Now he was all hers.
Kaya gazed up at all this hard, tanned skin and couldn't wait to take his cock in her mouth. She wanted to please him, be worthy of his affection. Her inhibitions flitted away when she was with him. She wasn't herself, but then again, maybe she was more herself than she realized. Most of her life she'd remained a shell of a woman, insecure, and hiding the real her.
"Have you done this before?" he asked.
"Not yet." She tugged his pants down his slim hips and freed his cock from his boxer briefs. When they'd been in the car she couldn't see him well. But with the warm lamp light providing illumination, she could make out every detail of his beautiful erection. The veins and ridges were prominent, the color darker than the rest of his body. She knew she wanted to take him in her mouth but didn't want to make a fool of herself either. Hayden was older and more experienced.
She instinctively reached up and lightly held the rigid cock. It was hard as wood, but silky and warm. Her curiosity soared.
"You drive me crazy, Kaya." When he caressed her hair she was encouraged to continue. She tentatively licked the broad head, and then she opened wide, taking as much of his length as she could manage without gagging. "Mine," he groaned. His hands tightened in her hair as she continued fucking his cock with her mouth. He had a taste unique to him, earthy and delicious.
Kaya had her eyes closed, lost in the act. She supported herself on his strong thighs. When he'd tug her hair, it made her pussy pulse stronger. But he suddenly pulled her back, leaving her breathless. Had she done something wrong?
"Did I hurt you?"
"God, no. You're perfect." He kicked off his pants, not bothering to fold them. "And you're mine." Hayden pulled her to her feet and them scooped her up into his arms. He wasn't an overly
big man, but he was strong, easily carrying her out of the room.
He kicked open a door at the other end of the condo. This room was dark, heavy curtains blocking out the city lights. Only the faint glow from the living room allowed her to see.
Hayden laid her on a king-sized bed with a lush satin comforter. It felt cool against her arms and legs.
"Remember what I told you? About wanting to restrain you?"
She nodded. It would mean giving up all power, becoming vulnerable to this one man. Did she trust him enough? If she had to choose one man besides her father that she trusted over all others, it would be Mr. Taylor. He was an honorable professor with a respectable character. The way he spoke and looked at her made Kaya ready and willing to submit.
He slipped the straps of her dress down her arms as slow as melting chocolate. Then he worked the material down her curves until off completely. She propped herself up on her elbows, feeling so exposed with her breasts bare and only her thin lace undies covering her. It was titillating. He looked hungry as he stared, his eyes raking over her body. "Beautiful," he whispered. "I still can't believe you want to be here with me."
"Of course I do." She reached her hand out to him, but he just winked and opened a drawer in the low dresser against the wall. He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs and let them dangle on one finger for her inspection. "Handcuffs?"
"All the better to restrain you with." He was playing with her, reminding her of how he behaved in class. But this was anything but innocent. He raised his arms above his head to show her what to do. She complied. When he crawled over her body, his broad shoulders and muscled frame were a delicious temptation, but she held her arms straight up as he wanted.
"I thought you liked me being your good girl."
"Even good girls need a little naughty in them." He hoisted her higher and secured her wrists to the headboard slats. She tested her binds, but she wasn't going anywhere until he wanted her to.
She watched his movements, wondering what he'd do next.
He slipped off the bed and ran his fingers down the length of her body, hooking his thumb in the string of her panties. When he inched the material off, leaving her nude, she held her legs tightly together.
"You'll have to learn not to be shy with me, Kaya. I'll never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good."
She tried to loosen her muscles, relaxing her thighs, but it was difficult.
He braced one knee on the bed, spreading her legs wide. It was the oddest feeling to not be able to move or pull away. She was bound and had to endure whatever he decided to subject her to.
"What's good for the goose and all that, right? I'm trying not to be too selfish." He bent down, his head lowering towards her pussy. She felt his hot breath against her moist, sensitive folds. She instinctively bucked up, but quickly lowered her hips. This would be another new experience for her. She began to wonder just how skilled the great quarterback, Eric, was. They'd done nothing but missionary sex. She could have planned her grocery list in her head while he pumped into her for a few minutes. But Mr. Taylor demanded her full attention. He wasn't a selfish over, and brought her to peaks she didn't know existed.
"You're not going to..."
He ignored her, his tongue swiping up her folds making her shudder. It was such a vivid, raw sensation. She wanted more.
"Never had your pussy eaten, either? It's a shame, but I can't say I'm disappointed. I love being the one to teach you these things."
He began to suckle her clit, fucking her with his tongue and feasting on her. She writhed on the bed, twisting and arching, but he held her down and continued the sweet torture.
"Hayden!" The heat built up inside her
until it was unbearable. He'd stop just long enough that she couldn't peak. She wanted to feel the release wash through her, but he was cruel, making her wait.
He crawled up her body, his cock rubbing against her clit as he nuzzled behind her ear. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but couldn't move her arms. He groaned, travelling down to her breasts. When he indulged on her beaded nipples it was too much. "Fuck me, Mr. Taylor!"
"Mr. Taylor? If you want to role play, I can arrange that."
He flipped her around so fast she gasped. Both his hands kneaded her ass, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. He straddled her so she couldn't move her legs. "I think I know why you like dating a teacher."
"Oh?"
"You crave discipline, punishment, control."
"Not even close." She wanted love, security, commitment. But maybe there was something to be said about his position at the university. The taboo nature of their relationship did turn her on. Picturing him teaching in front of the class, the students laughing at his jokes, girls flirting, and boys fearing. God, she wanted him so badly.
"We'll see."
Chapter Eleven
Hayden warmed Kaya's cute little ass with his palms. Her skin was smooth, unmarred by life. The further they took things the more he knew she had to be his. Maybe it was her age or innocence, but his desire to coddle her, protect her, grew strong within him. He wanted to teach her everything, mold her into his perfect mate.
He couldn't wait to brand her ass with his hand, to see it red from his ministrations. Tonight he'd hold off as long as possible, wanting the night to last forever. He'd already come once in the car, but he was already hard and raring to go again. Would he ever have his fill of the petite, little blonde? He doubted it.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her ass jiggled a bit, the solid, meaty sound filling his room. Even with the minimal lighting, he could see the faint outline of his hand print on her pale rear end.
"What are you doing?" she yelled.
"Spanking my bad girl. Teaching her what happens when she's disobedient with her teacher."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"But I finished my assignment early," she said, playing along. "I do everything you ask, even suck your cock."
"There's more I want from you tonight, baby girl." He wanted to claim her, all of her. She was his now. Regardless of the consequences, he couldn't walk away and prayed she felt the same way after tonight. Kaya would give his life meaning. He'd have someone to come home to at night. He'd love her, mentor her, share everything with her. Hayden wasn't a complicated man, but he did have needs, both physical and emotional that demanded to be met. "Tell me, Kaya. Can you feel your little pearl tingle when I spank you? Does the vibration make your pussy wet?"
Smack!
"Yes!" she cried out, wriggling beneath him. He leaned over to his night table drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. It was still safety sealed.
He lubed his finger and trailed the digit down the seam of her ass. When he reached her virgin entrance, he carefully pressed his finger inside her. "Relax. Remember I'll never hurt you."
With his free hand he spread her ass wider apart, savoring the illicit sight. His fantasy girl was handcuffed to his bed, her luscious body sprawled out for his amusement.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm preparing you. Stretching you for my cock."
"But—"
He eased his finger out and lowered the length of his body over her back, keeping his weight suspended over her. "Are you afraid?" he whispered in her ear.
"A little. It'll hurt."
"Just for a minute. You have to be a brave girl for me." He kissed her neck, smelling her sweet shampoo. So feminine. Hayden wanted to take her anal virginity, to make her his completely, but he didn't want her afraid of him.
He released the latch on the cuffs and her arms dropped free. He rolled them to their sides so they faced each other. She ran her hand around his shoulder and down his arm, squeezing his biceps.
"I trust you," she said. He believed her and took it as a great responsibility.
"I'll never make you cry, Kaya. I promise you that." His words went far beyond mere physical pain. Some boy had hurt her in the past and he would never do the same. He could see the future when he looked into her dark eyes.
She nestled her head in the crook of his arm as if seeking asylum from the world. He would protect her, be everything she needed. Kaya kissed him, a sweet brush of the lips. All the logic he'd taught his students over the years didn't apply to him right now. At forty-two, Hayden Taylor was certain he was in love.
He shifted to his knees and swung her body around on the bed, his arm around her waist. Hayden kissed her back. "You ready for this, baby girl?"
"I want to feel you inside me." Her voice was husky, the scent of her need surrounding him like a living force. She was insatiable. The perfect match for him.
He lubed his cock and the fingers of one hand. First he stretched her. She'd take him easily with her body so limber and ripe, but the first time was always a challenge. He wanted her experience to be a positive one. Once again, he was her teacher. With two fingers, he delved into her tight entrance, scissoring his digits to loosen her anal ring. She was brave, only tensing slightly. He loved the fact she trusted him, looked to him for comfort and security. His ex-wife was so dominant and independent, he missed that feeling of being a man caring for his woman. Kaya made him feel like he could conquer the world.
"This will feel tight at first. Just push down against me." He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. It was difficult to maintain the level of control necessary to ease in slowly when his cock had never been so hard. Her tight ass was heaven around his erection. He was overly lubed to ensure he didn't hurt her as he slid into her. Inch by inch he filled her to the brink. Her breathing was heavy and labored, her muscles contracting around him.
"Oh, God, Hayden."
"You okay, sweetheart?"
"So full," she murmured.
He reached around and teased her clit, not moving his cock to give her time to adjust to the intrusion. Her hands clenched the silken coverlet, her blonde hair spilling forward, a contrast to the dark sheets.
"You drive me crazy, Kaya." He started slowly, pulling out and thrusting in, creating delicious friction. She accepted him, wiggling back against him as he worked her body.
"More," she cried. He massaged her clit while fucking her ass, determined to bring them both to a mind-numbing peak.
When she finally detonated, he could feel her spasm around his erection. She cried out, screaming his name loud enough to alert the nosey neighbors. He didn't care. Her release initiated his own.
"Shit," he muttered. Hayden gripped her hips as he fucked her. His release was literally blinding, going on and on until he was completely drained.
They collapsed beside each other, the only sound their heavy breathing. He ran his hand over the curve of her back, sweat glistened and overheated. This beat an evening of sitting alone watching television. How could he go back to his old life after being given a taste of paradise. Originally he'd doubted seeing Kaya at all because his career was at stake. Now his greatest fear was losing her.
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The following week at school went by without a hitch. Hayden rarely looked in her direction, when he did so frequently before they started dating. He called her at night and they often talk for hours. She'd spent another night at his condo. They'd ordered pizza and watched movies on the carpet in the livingroom, and then made love in the same place.
By the time Friday came around, she was desperate for Hayden again. Kaya couldn't stand seeing him all day in class, but not being able to kiss, touch, talk.
She met Cynthia in the hall at lunch. "Why are you so distracted today?"
"I miss him," she said.
"How can you miss him? You see him every day and you slept over his place a few nights ago."
"It's not enough." She walked along t
he hallways absently, wishing she could make their relationship more concrete. "I want it all. I've never been more serious about anyone."
"What about lover boy Eric? Remember how you mourned for him not too long ago?"
"That was different. I didn't love him. He just hurt me by dumping me and bashing my feelings. Hayden's the one. He's a real man, so deep and layered."
"Remember the rules, Kaya? No creepy Taylor talk when we're together. It's gross."
She knew Hayden had his lunch hour now. As much as she'd love to sneak away to his office, she wouldn't desert Cynthia. She'd just have to be patient until she got her teacher alone to herself again.
"Ms. Waters."
Kaya and Cynthia turned at the same time. Hayden was jogging up the hall towards them. "Mr. Taylor?"
"I need to see you in my office about your assignment."
"Is that what they're calling it now," said Cynthia, rolling her eyes. "Go ahead, Kaya. I'll see you after school."
"Thanks."
She followed Mr. Taylor around the corner at the end of the hall. He unlocked his office door and she followed him in. All her lusty feelings came back once they entered. She hadn't been in his office since they shared their first kiss.
He turned around, his eyes intense. "This is a really bad idea, but I couldn't stay away from you." Hayden hooked an arm around the small of her back and pulled her against his body. "It's been killing me to see you so close but have to pretend you're just a regular student."
She stroked along his smooth-shaved jawline. "What am I, Mr. Taylor?"
"Everything to me." He kissed her. She'd craved that kiss since they were last together. Her feelings for him only continued to grow, never faltering.
"When can we be together?" she whispered as he kissed down her neck.
"Soon. You only have one more semester until you graduate. Then nothing can keep us apart." His hand cupped her rear, pulling her against his erection. She wanted him so bad and couldn't wait until there was nothing standing between them.
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