by Janae Keyes
My hands rubbed a moan from his throat. I leaned forward and allowed my plump lips to take him in. His fingers tangled into my curls instantly, bringing him further into my mouth, I sucked and bobbed my head to give him everything I knew he wanted.
I nearly paused as a thought struck me, there I was giving my professor a blow job, but he wasn’t just my professor anymore. Ramsey and I had molded into something unexplainable, and I wanted it to continue as long as it could.
Ramsey pulled me away, his eyes burning into mine. He’d had desires searing through him for as long as they’d cut through me. We both wanted to take one another to the brink, into a euphoric place.
“I’ve dreamed of being in here with you, Dora. So many nights the dreams felt too real, and I only awoke alone. Fuck, it feels so good to have the real you here and not some imagined illusion of you.” I smiled as he spoke to me. I knew that feeling too well, laying alone in my bed, hands in my panties, imagining only him.
He pulled me up and into his arms, kissing me, tasting me. My panties were slipped down my legs and tossed away into the abyss. Ramsey’s fingers undone the buttons of his stolen shirt as he wrenched it from my body, tossing it to join my discarded panties. He laid us on the bed tangled in one another before he stopped, holding my face in his hands.
“Ride me, Dora. I need you to ride me, Sweet One.”
My body was lifted over his, I sat up and positioned myself over his rock-hard cock, it ached for me, and I was dying to have him inside my soaking heat. Ramsey’s hands on my hips pushed me down, him filling me.
My hips did all the work, slowly at first. It already felt so good, my moans filling the room indicated that. He pulled me down, taking my pebbled nipple into his mouth as I continued to ride.
My fingers found the headboard, gripping on tight as an onslaught of physical desire rushed through me.
He bit down on my nipple.
“Ramsey ... I …” Forming a sentence was the last thing on my mind. He’d heated me and made me his. I wanted to give all I could.
Rolling my hips on his, I threw my head back, his own hips bucking into mine. Our loud breathing along with the creak of the bed filling the room as I rode him, harder, and faster.
My name on his lips as I felt the convulsion of my orgasm rolling in. Relentlessly, I moved my hips against his to the ripples of pleasure that were filling me from the inside out.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, elation dragging me in.
“That’s it Sweet One, ride me,” he grunted, nails digging into the skin of my hips. “Ride my cock, tell me how good it feels.”
“Ramsey, this feels … Oh, so good.” With that, the final shatter of my climax hit, causing me to collapse onto him. Ramsey calling my name.
I could barely breathe, I’d used every bit of air in my lungs, and I struggled to bring more in. Ramsey was in a similar state, his breath ragged and gasping for more.
After a moment, he laid me next to him, my head resting on his pillow, and his arms wrapped around me. He pulled the duvet over the two of us, my stomach in knots with excitement and worry. I’d leave the worry behind because I only needed to feel the excitement.
The songs of morning floated through the air with the music of the birds outside. I moved to find Ramsey, not with me. I groaned slightly in disappointment as I rose from the bed and wandered into the bathroom. I freshened up a bit before entering into the bedroom where I found Ramsey had returned.
He sat on the bed in his t-shirt and boxers. On the bed was a tray with breakfast. It looked to be two bowls of Frosted Flakes, milk, and a small glass or orange juice. He’d also brought my backpack into the room.
Seeing my panties on the floor, I picked them up and slipped them up my legs before heading to him, bending to him and kissing him. As long as I could kiss him, I would keep doing it. The burning of his hand taking my hips dragged me in. I moved my body over his, my hips straddling his waist.
Ramsey’s hands tangled in my hair, teeth nipping at my lips. Butterflies happy in my stomach, fluttering in excitement until he pulled me away. I groaned in disappointment as he placed me back on my feet.
“Eat first, Sweet One,” he instructed as he pointed to the tray on the bed. I stuck my bottom lip out, pouting. Ramsey laughed for a moment. “I only tell you because I know your blood sugar might be low. I want you healthy and energized for today.”
I smiled at his sentiment. He was caring for me in the way he knew how. I nodded in approval and quickly went to my backpack to retrieve my glucose meter and a tank top, which I threw over my bare torso.
“What happens today?” I asked as I took my blood sugar and a sip of orange juice before I looked down at the waiting cereal.
“I’m going to properly introduce you to my playroom, but first, Frosties for my lady,” he said as he picked up the small waiting pitcher of milk, which sat on the tray and poured some into both our bowls of cereal. I bit hard on my lip. He wanted to take me in there, to do to me all the things he fantasized about.
“I hope you eat these.” He motioned to the cereal, breaking me away from my thoughts of what was to come.
“I like Frosted Flakes, not my favorite, but I eat them.”
“Which do you like best? I’d love to stock up.”
“You can’t get them here.”
“Which ones?”
“Froot Loops.”
“You can buy Froot Loops here,” he proclaimed instantly. It was true. One could buy Froot Loops in the United Kingdom.
“Yes, but they aren’t the same. The one’s sold here only come in three colors, and the recipe is different because half the dyes and such are illegal here. Yes, I know they are terribly unhealthy, but they are home.” I would always stick to my argument, Ramsey only smiled before taking a bite of his cereal. “My mom didn’t send me any with her latest care package, but I did get Pop Tarts.”
“What on this blasted Earth is a Pop Tart?”
I giggled, Ramsey was undoubtedly very British, and I loved that about him.
“I will bring you some. They are delicious. I can’t exactly explain them, but you’ll like them. I promise. You lived in the States, how did you not have a Pop Tart?”
“I might have, but it’s been a few years, I need a refresher.”
“That’s my job, I suppose,” I said giving him a grin before I began to eat my cereal.
It felt natural between us, sitting in bed, enjoying breakfast together. Ramsey told me about some of the horrible essays he’d received. He made me laugh telling me about the few interesting adventures he had as a TA and his couple years spent in the States to attend Harvard.
We ventured down into the kitchen together. While Ramsey took Sue outside, I couldn’t help it and started to straighten up the kitchen. He was a lowly bachelor, and things could use a feminine touch.
I hummed to myself as I got the dishes washed up and trash straightened up. I hoped he didn’t mind that I was taking initiative. As I finished tying up the trash bag, I was greeted with the dog running into the kitchen and straight to his water dish, lapping up the fresh water I’d just put inside it moments before.
“I was only gone a few minutes, and my kitchen is a different place,” Ramsey commented from the doorway.
“Sorry if I overstepped any boundaries,” I said quickly turning in his direction.
“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize all the time. You do that a lot.” He came to me and pulled me into his arms.
“Sorry.”
“What did I just say?” His voice was much as it had been the night before when he switched into a different mode with me. This more dominating personality of his, it fascinated me.
I had the urge to say sorry again, but I held it inside, this time opting to say nothing as he took my hand into his and pulled me into the sitting room with all the bookcases and the fireplace.
“This is supposed to be a dining room, but I don’t need it. Plus, I needed more places for books,” he exp
lained as he allowed me to sit on an antique looking couch that sat near the windows.
I finally had a view out of the large windows. There was a patio and just past the patch of grass, a lake. I loved how secluded his place was, his own little escape from the outside world.
Ramsey was at the fireplace. I watched as he started a fire. The morning was cold, and the heat of the fire was welcome. Sue joined us in the room and lay in his spot right in front of the hearth as Ramsey joined me on the couch.
“I’m glad you came and forgave me. I can’t express how sorry I am for leaving you the way I did. That was terrible of me to leave you in a vulnerable place,” Ramsey began as he pulled me close. I leaned into his arms and said nothing. “I love that I can have you here. Obviously, not many people come here. It’s my space, and I rarely share it with others. I’ve been waiting a long time to share it with you.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said as I allowed his hand to rub my thigh, coaxing me in. The fears I had melted away. This man didn’t have an evil bone in his body. He was honest and true, I appreciated it. I’d seen the wickedness that others could possess, and he didn’t have it. “So, you said that you’ve had this house for twelve years. Since you were eighteen. I’m a lit major and math isn’t my strong point, but I know that makes you thirty.”
“It does.”
“Older than I expected. You don’t look it.”
“Not sure if that is a good or a bad thing.” He placed his fingers under my chin and turned my head to look at him. “Is that a bad thing, Sweet One?”
“No, it just means you have good genes,” I joked.
“And how old would you be?”
“I’m twenty. I’ll be twenty-one in February, the twenty-first, actually.”
Ramsey had ten years on me, but that didn’t matter to me. My parents had a fourteen-year age difference. Dad was already in his mid-thirties when he met my mom who was twenty-one at the time. I’d been raised to understand that as long as it was legal, age was nothing but a number.
Jerking me from my thoughts, Ramsey brought my face to his and gave me a chaste kiss. That kiss to me solidified that both of us were okay and in this together. I’d fallen for him from the moment I saw him, from the moment he touched me, and from the moment I first screamed his name. I swallowed hard. I could be falling in love. Fuck, that was scary!
“Are you ready to experience the playroom, Dora?” With those words, my heart stopped, his eyes glaring into mine with a shockingly possessive gaze. A vortex of inebriating sensations consuming my core.
I answered in a single heated breath, “Yes, Professor.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ramsey
I grabbed Dora’s hand and brought her back down to the basement, looking around the room. I decided right then; I needed a desk for this room. Not just any desk either, a good sturdy teacher’s desk. Wood and steel like I had in my office. I would look for one later. For now, though, I had to figure out what to do with Dora. We had to figure out limits and rules before we went any further in here.
I let her hand go and motioned her to stay as I went back upstairs to get a pen and pad of paper. We were going to make a list and pin it where we could always find it. I couldn’t risk losing her. Walking back down the stairs I found Dora exploring the room, getting acquainted with the items in the room.
“Do you have any questions about what is in here? Or do you want to discuss limits and what these toys are as we go?” I picked up the paddle she was looking at. It was pliable, soft leather on one side, a light dusting of fur on the other side. One for pleasure, one for punishment. I smiled as I ran the fuzzy side over my palm, tapping it.
“Both, please. Professor.” It sounded as though she added it as an afterthought. I turned her around, guiding her over the arm of the nearby chair.
“One paddle for being unsure of yourself, Sweet One.” Thwack! Across her ass, not too hard, but firm enough to let her know I meant what I said. She moaned as the paddle landed, jiggling her ass at me.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I allowed her to stand as I sat in the chair, pulling her to my lap, my stiff cock pushing into her thigh. She squirmed against me, making me moan in pleasure. I swatted her lightly, where her ass was hanging off my lap.
“Don’t tease me, Dora. I will punish you.” I spoke firmly, moving her face to look at me. “I think first we should lay out some ground rules. Especially considering your health concerns. I want you healthy, not sick. Do you understand me?” I waited, watching her expressions.
“Yes, Professor.” I let out a sigh of relief as she nodded, thankful that she wasn’t going to fight with me.
I started the list with a few easy things for Dora to follow. Things I myself would be following as well.
Core Rules
1.Eat 3 meals a day. Snack as needed!
2.Honesty
3.Safe words. To be discussed
4.Follow each other’s limits
5.Can’t tell anyone about us.
“Well, can we adjust that to Simon? He already knows obviously. He figured it out pretty fast.” Dora interrupted my thoughts as I was writing my list. I was slightly jarred. No one interrupted my list making. This was odd.
“Of course, Sweet One. I’ll fix it,” I placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder as I fixed the rule. I would have to punish her later for her interruption, but that could wait. For now.
5. Can’t tell anyone about us. Except Simon.
6. Stop apologizing for everything
7. Don’t interrupt me.
I looked at Dora as I wrote this last rule. It was all we would need for now. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had done, and she tried to stand and get away from me. I snatched her wrist, pulling her back onto my lap.
“There will be none of that, or you will have to deal with further punishments Dora. In here, I am in full control. You will listen to me, abide by what I have to say. We have a few more things to discuss before we can continue to play. After that, you’re getting a paddling. Understand?” Looking deep into her eyes I saw her understanding as she nodded. I shook my head as I tsked. “I need you to be verbal, Sweet One. I need you to tell me you understand me.”
“Yes, Professor.” Her voice a mere whisper as she looked up at me through her eyelashes, my cock springing back to life.
“Good. Next, we need to discuss safe words. Or would you like to discuss limits?” This was new to both of us, so I wanted to make sure that we were moving at a speed comfortable to her.
“Umm, whatever you think we should discuss next … Professor.” she seemed unsure of herself. I had to know what this was about. She was gorgeous, vibrant, exciting. Why was she so skittish? Placing my hand gently under her chin, I raised her eyes back to mine.
“Dora, Sweet One, I am letting you lead the conversation. Whatever you are most comfortable discussing right now.” I was leaning into kiss her when the phone rang. Sighing, I stood, placing Dora on her feet.
Annoyed I picked up the receiver. “What?”
“Is that how you answer the phone for your mother?” The voice on the other line was one I hadn’t heard in almost eight years. Not since I had decided that I was going to go to the states. Not since I had given my inheritance away to charity. Not since … Lena.
“What do you want? You haven’t contacted me in years, and now you call. Who died?” I sneered. I was not pleased to hear her.
“You need to come to the house. I will explain when you get here. I have a … Surprise.” She hung up the phone before I could respond.
I looked at Dora. “I’m sorry Sweet One. We have to finish this up another time. Promise me you will think about what we have been talking about and come up with anything you want to discuss?” Taking her hand, I led her up the stairs to gather her things.
“Sorry I have to drop you off earlier than I wanted to. If I have time, I’ll pick you up after my meeting.” I kissed her as we headed out the door.
&n
bsp; Thirty minutes later I was heading to my parents’ house. I didn’t know what this meeting entailed, but I wasn’t looking forward to it. Driving along the countryside, I was reminiscent of the time I could freely drive these roads without a sense of dread. Without the dark pit in my stomach.
Pulling up the long drive, the sides of it lined with gaudy marble animals; ducks, deer, bears, dogs … there were even cats now. I contemplated if Mother would mind me running a few over. Knowing her, though, she would call the Yard and have me arrested for destructing her property.
Bloody bitch is what she was.
I parked in front of the … Well, house was an understatement at this point. Mother and Father had expanded quite lavishly over the last seven or so years since I had been here. Dozen since I had bothered to stay.
Large with towers, wings, gardens, and multiple drives they had turned their estate into a small palace. I was positive Mother had gotten tired of no one living with her besides the staff and had expanded to host whatever flit her fancy.
Taking a deep breath, I jogged up the front staircase and knocked on the door. Mother was expecting me, but this wasn’t my home any longer. I wasn’t just going to barge in and announce my presence. I would leave that for Jarvis. Knocking on the door, I waited impatiently.
A young woman opened the door, taking me by surprise. “Where’s Jarvis?” I asked her, more out of shock than rudeness.
“Mr. Humphrey died last year. Your mother is awaiting you in the foyer.” She opened the door to let me in, giving me a sickeningly sweet smile. She was pretty, but no Dora. Blonde, busty, super skinny, and pale. Extremely British.
I followed her to my mother, who was sitting on the sofa. A figure of poise, she was dressed in a sapphire blue dress suit, fitting of the queen — not this old hag, her silver hair in perfect curls, pinned to her head.
“Son, you made it. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t come. I need your help, as much as it pains me to ask.” She looked at her hands while she spoke. Intrigued I sat in the chair opposite her a the new girl brought us in tea and biscuits.