Letting the panties fall, she sat on the edge of the chair to roll off the stockings.
“Not those. They can stay,” he said.
Smiling slightly, she kept her eyes down and put the stocking back in place before unhooking her bra. She stood up and waited for more instruction.
“Move over here away from the table.” He pointed to a spot on an area rug in front of his coffee table.
She admired his apartment from what her gaze allowed. It was very manly with dark leather couches and wooden tables. It felt very much like him. Standing on the indicated spot, she waited. Inside her a fire raged for relief, but he’d tease her first. Since he’d walked into her office that morning, she’d been wet and restless for play. Now, she was naked for him.
He was so calm and deliberate that she wanted to rip off his clothes and give in that instant. What a punishment she’d get! But it was their first time, and she wanted to be good. He had to come back for more. Of all the outcomes from that blog, she’d never imagined this!
“Why are you grinning?” He pinched her ass.
“I was thinking that this is the last thing I dreamed of when I wrote that blog last night.” Lying was pointless. He could have her if he wanted.
“I never expected this either.” He caressed her ass cheeks then slapped one of them.
The fire grew, and her skin tingled. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You like it?” he asked in her ear.
“I do. Please, tell me what to do. Let me service you.” She ran her hand along the front of his dress pants.
The view of him, sleeves rolled up as if ready for work, so intent on her made her feel the complete opposite from last night. He wanted her. His cock pulsed under her touch before he pushed her hand away. This was special. When he smacked her ass twice on each cheek, harder than before, she knew she was where she belonged. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes as the wetness in her pussy grew.
“Take that clip out of your hair,” he said.
She obeyed quickly. He took it from her then played with it along her sensitive breasts.
“Please,” she said.
“What?” he asked. “You don’t like it?”
“No, I love it. Nipple clamps, clothes pins, I love it.” She could nearly get off on rough breast play, but he’d learn that.
“Then please what?” he asked, standing dead in front of her and very close.
The scent of him was like books with a hint of musk. “Please, Sir, let me see you.”
“Ah. Fair is fair.” He stepped back. “But I don’t think this game is fair.”
“At least, your shirt, please. I promise I won’t touch unless you allow it.” She fought the urge to tear his shirt open and lick his chest.
“What do you want right now?” he asked.
“To rip your clothes and suck your cock, Sir.” The words flew without shame. There was a bit of relief behind them. The anticipation of what would come next charged her.
“You may unbutton my shirt,” he said.
Her hands flew to his chest and carefully worked the buttons loose. When she spread the fabric, she nearly fell to her knees. All the hard muscle and teasing layer of chest hair she’d imagined were true. His broad shoulders and strong arms were so sexy, and she couldn’t stop herself. She kissed the center of his chest and licked to taste his skin.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said.
“I’ve been deprived of the right way, the right release, for so long. I can take the punishment for my crimes, Sir.” She knelt, letting her tongue drag down his hard abs and over his belt. She kissed his erection through the dress pants and inhaled deeply.
His hand fisted in her hair and pulled her back. “No, you don’t get to taste first. Get in there, on the bed. Don’t touch anything!” He pointed to the hall.
“Yes, Sir.” She crawled and hoped he’d give her everything she deserved. Kneeling on the bed, she folded her hands in her lap. She’d seen handcuffs, toys and other fun things on his dresser. He’d planned for her like this. The thrill took her deeper into wanting to please him. As much as her cunt throbbed for attention, she needed his attention everywhere.
He walked in, and she looked. Then she stared. He was naked, and his thick cock made her body shiver at the thought of riding him.
“Hands behind your head. Lie back flat on the bed,” he said.
She obeyed and watched him grab something from the dresser. The weight of him on the bed shifted her slightly, but she held the easy position. He laid a blindfold over her eyes, but her moans of frustration turned to a gasp when his lips pressed to her calf. His tongue teased up her leg and settled above her slit.
Opening her legs more, she knew she couldn’t come without permission, but she’d show how ready she was.
“Nice and wet. Did I turn you on by coming to your office?” His lips slid over her stomach and pressed under both breasts.
“Yes, Sir.” She arched her back.
He pinched and twisted her nipples until she groaned. “Good,” he said. “You hid your true nature from me long enough. No more.”
“Never. I’m all yours,” she replied.
He bit her nipple then swirled his tongue around the other. Her insides trembled, but she held still.
“You never picked a safe word,” he said.
That sent her brain into a spin. She’d trusted him so much she’d skipped a key commandment. “Um, ‘halt’. Does that work?”
He chuckled. “That’s a little close to stop.”
“But it’s not stop. It’s military talk that you’d understand. A word I wouldn’t normally use at all.” The blindfold was making her crazy. All she had to do was turn her head, and it’d fall away and she could see. That was the test, and she knew it.
“Fine, ‘halt’ it is.” He tapped the underside of her breast and added force with each strike.
Smiling, she let him play and drank in the sweet ache and stimulation. When he actually slapped her well-padded breast, she moaned.
“Don’t lie to me. Tell me if you don’t like something,” he said.
“Yes, Sir. You’ll need a riding crop though.” His hand would go numb before he spanked her to her limit.
“I see. Very honest. Good girl.” He slid lower on the bed, spread her legs and pushed her thighs up.
She tilted her hips and was thankful for the blindfold just then. Her body wasn’t perfect, but she’d made peace with it. If he was disappointed, she didn’t need to see it. When he kissed her inner thigh, she relaxed. He licked along her outer pussy lips until she lifted.
“Hold still,” he said.
“I’m trying, I swear.” She never could hold still. “Tie me down; hold me down.”
“Not now.” He swirled his tongue around her clit, and she gasped.
Winning the fight to be still, she panted as the pleasure deepened. He dragged his tongue lower and flicked her inner folds. Her hips lifted, but he pushed them back down to the bed. He pressed inside of her with one finger, and her body tightened on it immediately.
“You really do like it.” He filled her with only one finger.
“Please, I’m so close. On the edge.”
“You know better. You come when I say.” He kissed her thigh and grabbed her hips.
He flipped her over, face-down on the bed as if she were a pillow. The man was strong! The blindfold fell off, and the light made her blink, but all she saw was the wood slats of his headboard. Then he hiked her ass up in the air and smacked her bottom.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No, you’re not. I’m glad you didn’t sneak off to the ladies’ room and pleasure yourself during the day, but you will control yourself if you want to be with me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He wasn’t babying her or nervous, and every nerve-ending in her responded to him.
“I didn’t punish you for disobeying earlier. You knew not to touch me. You did it anyway. Are you ready to be punished?” he demanded.
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br /> “Yes, Sir.” She spread her knees far apart and tilted her hips as far as she could.
He spanked her rear with sharp slaps that made her tremble. The fire of the sting spread through her insides, and she was suddenly aware of everything. Her swollen cunt in need of any relief was wonderful enough, but having one breast aching while the other longed for attention made her dizzy as she gripped the headboard as a tether.
“You like it?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.” It would hurt to sit down tomorrow, but that would turn her on all over again.
He’d given her six on each cheek when he stopped and kissed her flesh. “You’re tougher than you look.”
She smiled into the comforter. “You like it, Sir?”
“I do. Now, about this.” He slid two fingers deep into her pussy.
She cried out. “Please, please let me come. Fuck me!”
“Don’t move.” He pressed a third finger into her cunt and pumped.
She fought the very natural need to climax, wanting to make him happy so they could play more. Just when she could take the fingers and control her need to orgasm, his tongue flattened on her clit.
“Come for me, now!” he ordered.
As if she could stop it! Screaming, she squeezed his fingers and rode them as she pressed to his face and ground like a desperate slut. It’d been so long. It’d never been this easy or this good. He flicked her clit with his tongue and her release rolled through her body. He knew she was helpless and grateful. She’d say it as soon as she had enough air in her lungs. When his tongue teased lower and filled her cunt, she bit her lip and held still. If Scott had any doubts about her, she hoped she’d proven herself.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said.
Scott smiled and kissed her pink ass. No doubt, she was a submissive. Not new and not afraid.
“Roll over and sit up,” he said.
She obeyed, and he saw her flushed cheeks. The relief in her face filled him with pride and lust. He loved being in charge, not only to get his kinky needs met but to drive subs to new levels of pleasure. Her eyes were fixed on his cock.
Quickly, he slid off the bed and went to the dresser. Grabbing a vibrator and nipple clamps, he turned to her. Tossing the toy on the bed. “Play with yourself. Get off again.”
Her frown made his cock ache.
“Please let me take care of you, Sir.”
“You’re refusing to obey?” he asked sternly.
She picked up the toy and turned it on. Slowly, she rubbed it over the breast he hadn’t tormented. He shook his head at how much she liked spankings. Her breast was pink, as well. “Was it that one good Dom who conditioned you so much?”
Licking her lips, she nodded. “I always loved it. He wasn’t afraid to keep going until I said stop. I don’t know why I like it so much.”
He grabbed her chin and kissed her. “You trust me that much?”
“Yes, Sir. We’ve known each other so long.”
“Not that well,” he said.
“True, but I’ve never done this with anyone I did know very long or well. You make me feel safe and free.” She kissed him.
Her playful tongue curled around his. Damn! She’d never have come here if she didn’t trust him. The woman was too smart and practical. Digging his hands in her hair, he deepened the kiss and held her to him.
She dropped the toy and ran her hands over his chest. That would earn her some punishment later, but he’d never said not to touch him now. Hell, he wanted to feel her eagerness. Those delicate fingers curled around his cock, and he inhaled sharply.
“Please, tell me what I can do.” She kissed his neck and kept going lower.
“Suck it.” He grabbed her hair and guided her down.
Her tongue teased the tip of him before she kissed down the length. Nuzzling his balls, she stroked the shaft before licking up the length.
“What did I say?” he asked.
“Suck it,” she repeated.
“You’re not doing what I told you.” He cupped the back of her head and pressed until she sucked and swallowed his cock into her mouth.
She almost had it all when he felt the resistance and heard a muffled gag. When she tried again, he pulled her up. Massaging her throat, he recalled that she’d said she hated anything cutting off her air. “I didn’t say choke on it.”
“I want it all. It’s okay if I’m in control of myself.” She tried to go back down.
“No.” He grabbed her wrists. “Look at me.”
She obeyed, her eyes still teary from the gag reflex. “I’m not conditioned for everything, Sir.”
“That’s okay. We’ll have to work on your sucking skills later, but I don’t want to gag you.” He kissed her and pulled her up to the pillows. “Relax for a minute.”
“I’m fine, really. I should be punished.” The smile on her face convinced him she was okay.
“What’s your safe word?”
“‘Halt’, but I’m not using it.”
“Just testing.” He reached in the nightstand and produced a condom. “Clearly, you want to be fucked, and it’s the only way to get you to behave.”
“I’m sorry if I disappointed you, Sir.” She opened the condom and slid it on his cock without instruction.
As soon as she touched him, he forgave her. He wanted to fuck her senseless as much as she wanted it. The time for play and patience was over. He’d work her over more tomorrow. Rolling her on her side, he inspected her pink ass. It’d get darker, and he couldn’t wait to see her at work and think about all that he’d done tonight.
“Please, Sir. Fuck me!” she begged.
“I think it’s time to see how much you really want me,” he whispered in her ear.
He arranged a couple pillows and leaned back on them. While his cock sided with her getting off fast and hard, he couldn’t resist pushing her buttons a little more. If basic sex were enough for them, they wouldn’t be together.
Waiting patiently, she focused on his erection. He smiled. “Ride it, but you can’t come until I say.”
Bracing her hands on his chest, she swung one leg over him and rubbed her pussy along his cock. He thrust up and fought for control. He grabbed her by the arms. “You tease, and you won’t come at all. I’ll tie you up and fuck you.”
She didn’t blink. “However you want me, Sir.”
“Do it right.” He let her go.
Gripping the base of his cock, she eased down on him slowly. He felt her body stretch for him and tighten around him. He rested his hands on her hips. He didn’t want to rush or hurt her, but she took him all with only a slight gasp.
“Good,” he said.
She lifted and snapped back down on him hard. The angle and pressure were perfect as he lifted to meet her. The way she rocked her hips enticed him. Feasting on her breasts, he held her close, and she moved faster.
“Easy or you’ll come. You want to be tied up in my bed all night?” he teased.
“Yes, Sir.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as her hips pistoned down to him.
“Hell!” He rolled her onto her back and drove into her harder and faster.
“Please let me come!” she begged.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
So close himself, he wanted her to wait for him. He also wanted her to beg more.
“Please, Sir! I can’t stop it. You’re making me.” Her voice quivered.
“Use your safe word,” he urged.
“No, it’s so good! I don’t want to stop. Please, Sir.” Her moan became constant.
He felt her body tighten on him. “Do it! Come for me now!”
“Scott!” she shrieked.
She shook and clung to him as her hips slammed to his.
“Sir,” he corrected.
Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit before she could apologize. He watched her face contort in another release.
“Thank you, Sir!” she managed this time.
The pull of her threw him o
ver the edge after her. The pressure of control disappeared as he came, kissing her neck and grinding his hips to keep her on edge. Her nails dug in his back. The pleasure shot through him as he mentally listed all the things he’d punish her for tomorrow.
She kissed his mouth and held his head to keep the kiss going.
“You are in serious trouble,” he said.
Shrugging, she smiled. “I like it. I really couldn’t stop. I haven’t done missionary in so long I forgot how good it can be.”
“Next, you’ll say it was the best orgasm of your life.” He licked down her neck.
“Without battery assistance? Yes. There’s always tomorrow. I hope.”
“Tomorrow.” The complete honesty was a challenge and a turn on. In her eyes, he saw nothing but the truth. He bit her pale breast then licked it until she moaned. The woman was amazing. “How could I not know about you?”
“I’m feeling the same way.” She smiled. “You never came to any of the non-sexual meet ups.”
“You go to those?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I did a few times to make some friends in person. And to meet a Dom in a safe public place. I never saw you.”
“No, I never went. Nelson went to some of the sexual events. I couldn’t. The idea of being discovered in a small college town. I don’t need to be exposed. Kinky Dom teaching college students. Sadist professor.”
“You’re no sadist.” She ran her hands over his shoulders. “But I worried about it, too. If people found out I’d be the slut professor screwing anyone and everyone.”
“You’re no slut.”
“Only for you now.” She sighed. “I’ll need more of this, please.”
He knew he’d need more too, but her “only for you now” comment made him tense. He didn’t want her sexually with anyone else, but moving too far too fast could hurt them both.
“You’ll get more. Just remember not to call me ‘Sir’ on campus.” He bit her nipple.
She giggled and groaned. “I promise, Sir. Though it is the first time I’ve worked with my Dom. Every time I see you, I’ll get turned on.”
“Good. I might surprise you in your office or summon you to mine.” He closed his hands around her breasts and squeezed. “I won’t interfere with your meetings or classes, but if you have free time, don’t be shocked.”
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