“I’m very glad of that, Paige. I can have your phone number then?” he says, chuckling slightly.
I look at him uncomprehendingly for a moment.
“My phone number? Um, of course. I-”
He grins and slides his cellphone over to me.
As I go to his address book and enter my details, something occurs to me.
“B-but you have my number, don’t you? Don’t you get that in the class list?”
He wags a finger at me in mock-disapproval. “Well, yes, that’s true, but I don’t feel I should use that without prior approval from you, that list wasn’t exactly given to me so I could randomly sext students.”
Ooh, he’s going to sext me now is he? Wow, I am getting a real education these days, ha!
Aloud I say: “You’re so proper, Sebastian,” as I slide his phone back to him and blow him a kiss.
“I’ve always been very proper,” he says, affecting an air of injured dignity.
“And yet, here you are, fucking a student,” I tease, as I brush his foot with mine. “Am I even the first one?”
He turns pale and his jaw tenses slightly but perceptibly.
“Yes, Paige, you are the first one. Do you actually think I am the sort of man who runs around taking advantage of his students? I know I haven’t been irreproachable with you, and perhaps I should have been, but I didn’t get into teaching so that I could fuck an unending stream of co-eds, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I’m sorry, Sebastian, I was just teasing you,” I murmur, a bit taken aback by the fervency of his reaction. “No, I don’t really believe that. And I should also say that I’m very glad you weren’t ‘irreproachable’ with me, I’d have missed out on so much if you had been.”
His eyes soften. “You were irresistible, Paige. I’d never met anyone like you, never met anyone who had that intense an effect on me. I’d been struggling with this, struggling with myself, even before the club. And then when I met you there ...”
“You’re so sweet, Sebastian. To be honest, it’s still a mystery to me how you haven’t been snapped up long before …”
He laughs, somewhat melancholically.
“It’s not always easy to find someone compatible,” he says, reaching over to stroke my hand.
“But it must be easy to find people who are into BDSM these days, surely.”
“Oh, that in itself - yes, it’s true, it isn’t difficult these days. But it isn’t just a matter of that, you know. I used to frequent a few clubs back when I was in graduate school, so I know that. And I met some very nice, very pleasant people there. But I never met anyone who shared my other interests. Then I got involved with a classmate who did, but she wasn’t into BDSM.”
“You didn’t think I would be either, though.”
He smiles. “That’s true,” he replies. “But then you were already so perfect in every other way …”
I turn red - how does one even respond to a compliment that extravagant and (to be honest) improbable? - and squeeze his hand. “I’m very lucky you’re under that impression.”
“Would you feel better if I qualified that statement by saying ‘perfect for me’ rather than ‘perfect’?” he chuckles, clearly picking up on my embarrassment.
“Oh, Sebastian.”
“Oh all right, I won’t embarrass you any more by paying you fulsome compliments. But I do want to tell you, Paige, that I haven’t been this happy in a really long time.”
He’s staring at me earnestly as he speaks, and he tops off his speech by bringing my hand to his lips.
“I’m very happy too,” I murmur.
We gaze raptly into each other’s eyes for a while before he shakes himself out of our mutual reverie.
“Well, I suppose we should clear away the dishes,” he sighs. “I wish you didn’t have to go, but I can’t have you compromising your grades on my account.”
I smile at him as I get up with my plate and cutlery. I’d forgotten about my original plan to seduce him in the course of our earlier conversation, but I guess we’re now back on track! …
And so, when I hand him the plates to rinse, I deliberately allow my breasts to brush against his arm.
He looks at me, startled, and I see his eyes darken with desire before he turns back to the sink.
“Let me put them away in the dishwasher,” I offer.
“Thank you, Paige,” he says, and hands me the coffee mugs before returning to rinse the plates.
Of course, since the dishwasher’s close by, I open it, then deliberately bend over, exaggerating the arch of my back so as to show off my ass.
It works - when I get up and turn to him again, I catch him watching me, and he blushes.
He hands me the plates and cutlery, and I give him a repeat performance.
This time there’s an audible sigh from him.
“Are you all right, Sebastian?” I ask sweetly when I get up.
He turns even redder.
“I know it’ll just be a few days before I see you again, but I’ll miss you, Paige.”
“I’ll miss you too, you know,” I murmur as I slip my arms around his neck.
He kisses me - tenderly at first, then with increasing passion as he clasps me ever more tightly to him.
I slide one hand down to his crotch and, as expected, he’s engorged all over again.
“You little temptress,” he groans.
“We won’t end up in bed all day if we just have a quickie down here,” I purr coyly. “Besides, I haven’t thanked you for breakfast.”
His eyes gleam hungrily, and I smile at him before getting on my knees, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.
He strokes my hair as I begin to tongue his splendid cock, and I look up at him. He’s beaming at me, with a look of wonderment in his eyes, as though he really wasn’t expecting me to offer him a random blowjob.
It’s a look that fills me with great tenderness, for some reason.
I mean, yes, I can’t deny that I want to give him a blowjob because he’s hot and I’d like to be fucked one more time before I go back to my homework, but there’s a part of me that wants to thank him for everything, in my own way - to tell him that I think he’s perfect for me as well, even if I don’t dare to actually say it aloud …
He groans again when I slide my mouth down his thick shaft.
This time, though, it’s an unequivocal groan of pleasure as I start alternating between sucking on his cock and moving up and down on it while looking at him provocatively.
But he doesn’t let me do it for very long - after a while, he grabs hold of me, pulls me up to him and kisses me.
“Don’t get me wrong, baby, I love your mouth,” he whispers hoarsely, “but I want to fuck your sweet pussy one more time before you leave, fill you up so that you can feel me dripping out of you when you’re back at your place.”
“Oh yes, fill me up, please … Sir,” I whimper.
He kisses me again, then grins. “Well then, bend over the counter.”
I obey, spreading my legs as I do so that my skirt rides up invitingly. I feel his hands slide up my thighs and push my skirt back before he pauses, presumably at the discovery that I’m not wearing any panties.
I look back at him and smile flirtatiously.
“Fuck, Paige, you planned this, didn’t you, you little minx,” he growls, as he pushes two fingers into my sopping wet canal.
“You did say last night that I was going to be addicted to your cock after you were done with me …”
“That’s very obedient of you, Paige. So you want more cock, do you? You want to be fucked?”
“I want to be fucked,” I pant, in between moaning at the things he’s doing to me with his fingers. “I need your big cock inside me, Sir. I’m a bad girl, punish me, fuck me till I scream, have no mercy, be brutal with me …”
“Gladly,” he rasps as he withdraws his fingers. I whimper a little at the feeling of emptiness inside me, but the latter doesn’t last for lo
ng, because he enters me almost immediately after, pushing all the way in without any ceremony, filling me up completely, making me cry out in surprise at the intensity of the situation.
Just the way I like it …
He smacks my ass twice - hard - and then begins to move in and out of me. He doesn’t start slow either, but I’m so wet and horny that he doesn’t need to - just having him in me is causing the most incredible sparks to travel down my limbs.
It’s a good thing I’m getting to lean against the counter, because I don’t think I could have supported myself if I were on all fours.
But I don’t get to lean on the counter for long.
Soon afterwards he pulls me up towards him but continues pounding into me even as he pushes up my shirt to expose my breasts and begins to fondle them.
“You’re so hot, Paige,” he pants into my ear. “It’s impossible to be around you and not want to fuck you. Especially now that I know how good your tight little pussy feels around my cock … Fuck, I wish I could just tie you up for the weekend and use you at will, I want you so used to having my cock inside you that you feel empty when I’m not fucking you.”
“I already feel that way,” I gasp. “I need your cock, Sebastian, your little slut needs a good pounding …”
“And you’ll get it,” he growls.
He’s as good as his word - he grabs me by the hair and begins slamming into me even harder than before, which I didn’t even think was possible. I feel like some kind of sex doll, as though he were using my most intimate parts to satiate his unbounded lust for me.
His very well-fucked sex doll - because it’s not long before I come in a wail of pleasure, and he follows soon after, filling my core with spurt after spurt of his thick seed.
I collapse forward onto the counter, spent.
I assume he is, too, even though he’s still semi-hard and buried in me.
But he’s not so spent that he hasn’t got other ideas.
“Do you have panties with you, Paige?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer, a bit surprised, turning back to look at him.
“Upstairs?”
“Yes, they’re on the bed, I put them on earlier then took them off before I came down.”
He gives me a devilish grin.
“Very good. I want you to wait for me here while I get them and the rest of your things. Because I’ll have a bit of homework for you as well. I want you to stay in this position and use your fingers as a stopper for your sweet little pussy until I get back, so that you keep as much of my cum inside you as possible in the meantime.”
He pulls out carefully and winks at me before going off.
I obey, though I have no idea what he’s up to, but he’s definitely starting to get me excited all over again …
Before I know it, he’s reappeared with my panties.
“Very good,” he says appraisingly when he sees me still in position, his cum still deep inside me. “Now, Paige, this is what I want you to do. I’m going to put these panties on you, and when you get back, I want you to send me a picture of them, all wet with my cum. Or, even better, a picture of your sweet pussy with my cum dribbling out of it, if you haven’t completely soaked your panties by then.”
Oh my God he’s such a perv, I love it.
“Yes, Sir,” I say coyly.
He gets on his knees, gently lifting one stiletto-shod foot and then the other so that I can step into my panties, which he then pushes up over my legs and hips and ass, not missing any opportunities to cop a feel.
After my panties are securely on, he rearranges my skirt and my top to cover me up, then gives me an affectionate smack on the ass, as though to tell me that I can stand up properly now.
As I get back into upright position I can feel his seed sliding out of me - it’s a sensation that is turning me on all over again.
He smiles and shakes his head, probably picking up on my desire from the way I’m looking at him.
“Come on, baby girl,” he says, “I’ve left your bag in the foyer, I’ll get you your coat, and then I’ll walk you out to your car. Oh, and I’ve left you a text on your phone so that you’ll have my number, but you’re not to check your phone till you get home, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He beams at me. “Now come on, or I’ll be tempted to fuck you again, and you’ll never get your paper done in time for tomorrow.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
God, she’s adorable. Wearing me out in the best way possible. I could so easily have fucked her again before she left, given her a second load to take home with her …
I don’t know what it is, but I’ve never experienced with anyone else the intense desire I have to mark her, over and over again, as if to claim her for my own.
In the text I sent her I told her that I was keeping the clothes she arrived in yesterday. That I would have kept her panties, but I wanted her to keep my cum inside her as long as possible.
That, over the next few days, I’d be covering her naughty little barely-there outfit with cum in lieu of her sweet self.
With anyone else I would think that might be a bit forward for a first text, but considering all we’ve done, not so much.
And she did tell me she loved being talked dirty to, being called names (the dirtier the better), being restrained, being used hard.
That she loved being dominated …
Fuck, I can’t think about anything but her, about how good it felt to take her, about how much I want to feel her sweet little pussy clenching around my cock, as though it wanted to milk every drop of cum out of me.
If only I could see her tomorrow night. If only there weren’t this idiotic conference the department was hosting, starting tomorrow evening and ending Tuesday night.
It’s going to be just great, listening to everyone drone on about their research when I could be fucking my sweet girl’s brains out, listening to her scream my name in ecstasy, begging me to fuck her even harder.
Maybe I’ll sext her when I’m not on the discussion panels. Or maybe even when I’m on. Live dangerously, why not.
I’ve been a good boy for too long, and I don’t think it’s done me any good in the least.
Strangely enough she said something to me last night about being tired of being a good girl.
Perhaps that’s why we understand each other!
Speaking of sexts, it seems she’s just replied to my previous text … Good, it means she’s safely home.
I see she’s obeyed my instructions. Good girl.
She’s sent two pictures, one of her panties, another one of her sweet pussy. Fuck, that must have been a huge load I left in her this morning - remarkable, considering how many times I fucked her last night.
I suppose that’s just the effect she has on me …
Oh, and she’s texted something as well now, following the second picture:
You’re making your little slut horny all over again. Given that I have a paper to write, I don’t know if I should add :) or :( to this observation ;).
God, she’s insatiable. I love that. Nothing like a beautiful woman who wants to get it on all the time.
Be a good girl and do your homework, I text back. If you are done by tonight, send it to me to prove that you actually have finished it, and I’ll tell you what I want done for me. Hint: may involve Skype.
A brief pause, and then the reply comes back:
I think that’s the best motivation I’ve ever had to do my homework (although I may still have to relieve some of the tension before I get to it ;)). See you later tonight.
Fuck, she knows how to get me going, the little minx!
But I can’t spend the whole day jerking off. Perhaps I should go and work out, get rid of some of that nervous energy. And then write.
There was this short story I’d started recently that is looking more and more like it could be developed into a full-length novel.
It’s been a long time since I felt like I could embark on a big proje
ct like that. I’d been feeling so tightly wound, so frustrated, depressed even.
But these days it feels like I could do just about anything …
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I don’t think I’ve ever woken up so energised on a Monday, not ever.
On the other hand, that was totally the best weekend of my life so far, between all the sex, and Sebastian being so sweet.
Sebastian.
I still can’t believe that I’m now on first-name terms with him, that he’s behaving like we have a relationship, not just friends with benefits or something, which was about as much as I would allow myself to fantasize about up till now.
He’s so gorgeous I would never have thought it possible that he’d even seriously want me, and yet here he is, not just fucking me silly, but actually being tender and solicitous.
Not just about taking care of me financially (to be honest, I still feel a little weird about letting him do that) but all the little things. Cooking me dinner. Being concerned about me getting my homework done (so sweet and so wonderfully incongruous).
It’s like I actually matter to him …
Oh, and did I mention the sex?
Yesterday I tore through my paper so that we could have our Skype session. Emailed it to him (I’m not sure how much he’d have read of it, it’s a paper for my history class) and soon after a text came through from him:
Good girl. Add me on Skype. Then take off your clothes, get into bed, and call me. Video call of course.
P.S. Feel free to have your dildo on hand. I like a girl who likes toys.
And then I had my first Skype sex session ever. It’s funny, I never really thought about it consciously, but he does have the sexiest voice, capable of being in turns velvety and caressing, imperious and dominating, or rough and growly.
Which was incredibly hot when he was ordering me to pleasure myself, telling me where and how to touch myself …
Up till this weekend I’d never have imagined in a million years that Sebastian Morland - so very correct, so very polite, at least on the surface - could have such a dirty mind, such a dirty mouth.
I certainly could never have predicted that I’d ever get to see him jerking off on Skype while telling me how much to spread my nether lips open for him …
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