by Janae Keyes
“That’s horrible,” Ramsey whispered.
“I decided leaving was best. I wanted to escape and get far away, that’s how I ended up here. My parents don’t know the real reason why I decided to leave. How do you tell your parents you were made out to be the slut of the school? Now here, I met you, and I feel like, what if I really am the slut?” I swallowed at telling him the truth, telling him everything. My body shaking, his arms holding me tight.
“No, you’re not. You aren’t a whore or a slut. You are the most intelligent and beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he proclaimed. “Do any of these feeling have to do with the playroom?”
“Yes and no. I felt them before it all. I mean, I’m sleeping with my Professor, that can already be deemed slutty. And yeah, the playroom makes the feelings more intense, makes me second guess what I’m doing with you. Though, don’t get me wrong, I want to be with you so bad it fucking drives me insane.” I was baring it all, and there was no going back.
“I want to be with you, Dora. I like that I haven’t scared you away and I’d like us to talk more about what we started. Not here, though, maybe tomorrow. I want to take you to dinner. Nothing fancy, maybe burgers, and you can come stay the night. We can talk.” he slid his hand over my behind making me wiggle at his sensual touch. “I can’t wait to play with you, Sweet One.”
I smiled and kissed his soft lips. The bell to the front door rang. I jumped from his lap and peered to the front of the shop to see a few customers entering. Ramsey slipped to the front of the counter.
“So yes, Dora, maybe you can write a few questions you might have for me about what we talked about. I will be able to address them at your study session tomorrow at six pm,” he said gazing deeply into my eyes as he leaned over the counter.
“Yes Professor, that sounds like a plan. I will see you then.” I gave him a smile as he waved and made his way to leave the shop.
Questions, I had so many, and I didn’t know where to start. He liked lists. I’d make him a list.
Chapter Fifteen
Ramsey
I spent the rest of the weekend alone in my house. I couldn’t believe that my parents had been so stupid. Well, I could believe my mother, but my father surprised me that he would go along with it. She must not be that much of a looker if dad wasn’t trying to bang her. Or, he had, and the ride wasn’t that good. Either way, I wasn’t that interested in what they had to offer. I had Dora. I knew as I laid down on Sunday night that Monday would be better. And I wasn’t disappointed.
I was in a pretty pissy mood when I walked to the front of the class and informed them that today I would be quizzing them on what they should have read of 1984 so far. A lot of groans and moans and some whining from the same asshole as always rang through the auditorium. I wasn’t in any mood to deal with it today. Even if I did have Dora to brighten my mood in the front row.
I watched as she spread her legs and showed me that she had in fact followed directions and not worn any panties today to class. She was going to get an amazing reward later when I could finally get her alone. What I didn’t expect was for her to finger herself in the middle of class. I was so into what she was doing that I almost blew my load in my pants in the middle of the classroom.
If it hadn’t been for that damn staff meeting that I don’t remember any of, I would have fucked her on the couch in my office. Or over my desk. Quite possibly both if I had had the time. I wasn’t going to be able to see her that night because I had things to do and I wanted to leave her to her studying because I knew how important her classes were to her.
When Tuesday rolled around, though, I knew I had to see her, but not in class. I couldn’t take a day of those idiots and not be able to relieve some stress, and since Dora was working, I wasn’t going to be able just to take her home and throw her into the playroom and have my way. I decided that I would work on some things at home.
I called in and feigned sickness. I knew that someone would post the note on the door, and the only one who would probably care was Dora. She had my number, and I hoped that she would call or text and check up on me. But, there would be no such luck today. Maybe my sour demeanor was chasing her off.
That would be my luck these days. Finally get someone that I am interested in, and I have to go and ruin it by being a sodding wanker to her when she showed the slightest bit of concern for my well-being. I stared down at my hands realizing I needed to do something nice for Dora. She was unique, one of a kind, and I didn’t want to spoil that. I wanted to let her know that I knew what her value was.
Getting in my car, I drove into town. There wasn’t much on this side of town, but there was enough. A small jewelry store stood out to me at the end of the block, and I wasted no time stepping inside.
“G’day. What be ye lookin’ fer teday?” a heavily accented voice came from the back of the shop. A small woman came out from behind the counter and looked at me. I pulled the old ring out of my pocket.
“Do you have something as simple and elegant as this ring? I don’t have much of a budget, but I fucked up, and I need to say I’m sorry.” I told her. She relaxed me in her demeanor, reminding me of my grandmother. Smiling she guided me to the cases at the back of the store and pointed out some simple pendants similar to the cut of the ring, tarnished, shining, cut, uncut, gold.
I was about to turn when I saw one. It was perfect. Princess cut, small, alone. Nothing fancy, but the chain was thick, and the stone was elegant. Smiling, I asked to see that one.
The older lady took it out of the case and handed it to me. Looking at the price tag, I frowned. It was nine hundred pounds. Disappointment washed over me as I had to place the necklace back down on the counter.
“Ye don’ like et af’er all?”
“I love it. I just can’t afford it right now.” I turned to leave the shop.
“‘old on.” She came over to me, placing the boxed necklace in my hand. Smiling she patted my cheek. “I ‘ad love once too. Don’ let ‘er ‘et away ‘ust ‘cause ‘ou ‘ad a small ‘allet.”
She pointed to the door, ushering me out. I couldn’t believe my luck. I had a great gift for Dora, and I knew that I would see her tomorrow. I wasn’t going to wait that long, though. I knew she was working and where.
I wandered down the street to the old bike shop I had spent most of my summers in and immediately gravitated toward her. We sat and talked as we waited for customers to enter and for my time to end. It was going to be a long night, and I wanted something to keep me warm. My time was running short, and the shop was starting to pick up business. I leaned on the counter as a young couple came in and reminded Dora of our date for Wednesday.
I was in my car when I saw him. Father was in town with the new maid. They were leaning against a building, hoping no one would see them, his body plastered to hers, hands all over her. I was disgusted. Taking out my phone, I took a dozen pictures and emailed them to Mother. I may be on bad terms, but I was going to let her know he was fucking the staff again.
Getting out of my car, I slammed the door and walked up to him, grabbing his shoulder, spinning him around, blondie losing her footing, crashing against the wall. Pushing her to the side, I slammed my father up against the wall. “I thought you said you weren’t fucking the staff, but here you are with this gold-digging cumdumpster. All you are is a failed abortion whose birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory.” I ground out as my fist landed squarely in his face, his nose giving way with a resounding crack!
“I already sent the pictures to Mother. Don’t even bother. And you,” I spoke to the little tramp, trembling against the wall. “I would not go back to that house if I were you. Mother can be quite wicked when it comes to Father’s mistresses. Ask him what happened to the last one after Mother found them in bed.” I released my father. He was grabbing his nose while the blood poured from it.
Wednesday morning didn’t go much better than Monday had. I returned everyone’s quizzes, and as expected only a few s
tudents got even half the questions correct. The other half, I was referring to the Dean for some sort of abysmal placing at the end of term, so eventually, they might be smart enough for my class.
“As expected, your scores were neither promising nor surprising. I am not expecting to see any of you in my class next semester. Well, any but one of you.” I smirked at Dora. She was chewing on the end of her pencil, a look of indecision on her face. My eyes dropped. I knew that I had been fucking up.
I really hoped that I was able to make that up to her tonight. At least then I could explain some of my issues with her. As had been happening lately in class, I went through the motions again. Explain, drain, explain. I was tired of the same thing. Next week I was going to assign them study groups. It was time, since I knew they hadn’t been doing it on their own.
I dismissed the class early, calling Dora to the podium. “Have you made that list of questions for me about your assignment?” I asked her, staring at her lips.
“Yes, Professor,” she smirked as she dug in her bag, pulling out a piece of paper with writing on it. “I was hoping we could go over these tonight.” Handing me the paper she turned to leave the empty room. She was in another dress today. I wasn’t letting her go that easy. I grabbed her hand, taking her with me into my office.
“You still have to be punished for interrupting me in the playroom on Saturday. And for forcing me to watch you pleasure yourself on Monday. Do you understand?” I held her against the door, pushing my hardening cock into her soft stomach.
“Yes, Professor,” she panted, ready for whatever I was going to do to her. I flipped her around, bracing her against the door and spread her legs. As quickly as I had her positioned, I was out of my pants and pushing her panties aside.
“Quiet, so we don’t get caught. Do you want that to happen, Dora?” I asked as I reached around, cupping her breasts through her top, thrusting into her.
She moaned as I moved in her, and I stopped. “We can’t do this if you make any noise. I don’t want to gag you with your panties.” I threatened her, tweaking her pert nipple hard. She gasped, but she didn’t moan. I smiled. She was learning, and quickly. I thrust faster, harder, taking out all my anger of the weekend on her pussy.
I grabbed her hips, the force in my hands enough to bruise. I would take care of her later. My release was near, and nothing could stop me now.
Not even the infernal ringing coming from the bloody fucking phone! Tuning it out, I continued to fuck Dora, stilling as my orgasm came over me and I came hard, filling her to the brink and beyond. Pulling out of her I straightened our clothing.
“You may want to shower before tonight, but don’t even think about finishing yourself off. I need you frustrated and needy. I’ll take care of you, Sweet One. I promise.” I pressed a hard kiss to her lips and escorted her from my office, both of us still a little shaky from our excursion. I watched her leave the room and went to pick up the paper she had handed me.
1.You’ve punished me a couple times, what constitutes a punishment? What can I do to get punished?
2.Am I like a play sex slave? What are our roles exactly?
3.What exactly is a safe word and what are they for?
4.You’ve mentioned limits, what are those exactly?
5.Can you tell me what each toy is for? And how do you use it?
6.What about it turns you on?
7.Is there anything I can do better?
8.Should I tell you if I like something?
9.Can I make suggestions of what I’d like to do?
10.Am I the only one?
All of her questions were great and what I would expect of her to ask me. I was glad she had asked about the safe words. I had fun plans for those. Looking at the clock, I decided it was time to go get ready. Thank God, I didn’t have a class this afternoon.
I washed the car, showered and changed clothes. I even made sure that I had Dora’s present with me. I pulled up outside her building and waited. I hadn’t told her I would pick her up… Exactly. But, I assumed that she would be ready for me too. Dora didn’t fail me. She came out in a sweater, blue jeans and a brown pair of thigh high boots. Her hair was back to its natural wildness, and that thrilled me.
Dora sidled into the car, and I smiled at her. “I thought a nice open area would be good so we could discuss things without falling all over each other. Good thing you brought your bag with you. We can at least make it look like we are studying.”
“Well, I was hoping you could help me with my math homework eventually too. Like I said, I’m not that great at math. Even if you plus me equals kink.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed at how corny her joke was. Squeezing her hand, we pulled into Burger King. I had gained an unhealthy addiction to it when I went on my bender.
“Really? Burger King? Are they better here than they are in the States?” she looked at me incredulously.
“Not sure. I just like their fries.” I was being blunt. I didn’t care for their burgers, but I loved their chips.
“Oh … okay.” Dora shrugged and followed me into the restaurant, picking a booth in the back, leaving me to order. I watched her as I ordered some chicken and fries, and a couple of shakes, ignoring the small talk that the cashier was trying to drag me in with. I only wanted to get to Dora.
Paying and claiming my number I went to our table and pulled out her list of questions.
“I believe that I can answer most of these pretty easily. Some, though, we can’t go over here. Understand?”
“Yes, Professor.” Dora nodded, watching the counter for our food. I was about to start talking when my number was called. I gathered our food and sat back down at the table, dumping it all on the tray. Dora looked at me sideways as I handed her, her shake and smiled.
“Okay, no you are not just a plaything Dora. I enjoy our time together with each other. I hope to continue to enjoy our time together. You are not my...” I lowered my voice and looked around, making sure we were relatively alone. “You’re not my sex slave either. I would hope that outside of the Playroom that you would consider me your boyfriend. I consider you my girlfriend.”
Reaching across the table, I took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Something that to the casual onlooker would look like nothing more than one friend consoling another about something, or a sign of encouragement. “If you want to know about the toys, we need to discuss that at the house. In fact, why don’t you lead the way tonight? You can have control of what is used after it’s explained to you, so you can decide if it’s something you might like.
“You will be the only one, but you have not been the only one. You are the second. No. I will not talk about her. She was a long time ago, and shit happened. If you ask about her, you will get punished. Any time you break the rules, you will get punished. Depending on what you did, depends on what your punishment will be. We will discuss this at the house. The same for safe words.” I paused to take a drink of my shake and let her take in what I had said.
“Okay. I think I have it. We can discuss a lot of the toys and limits at your house. Outside of the room, we are a couple. Inside the room what are we?” Dora asked me softly.
“Inside the room, we are dominant and submissive. What can you do better? You can learn and keep improving on what you have already been doing. You are amazing. You just need some direction.” I sighed, staring into her eyes. “I want to know what you want to do. If you like it, tell me. If you hate it, tell me. Do you want to try something new and wild that you saw online? Show me so I can decide if it’s dangerous first. Honesty is one of our big rules Dora. Let’s keep it like that.” I smiled as she nodded at me, nibbling on a few fries from the tray.
“What about this turns me on, I believe was another of your questions. Well, there are a lot of aspects to it. The biggest one for me is getting to be in control of the situation. Getting to have power I never had in my parents’ house. I want to share this with you, Dora. More than I have wanted to share this with anyone b
efore. I hope you can understand why I can’t tell you everything here.” I took a deep breath before reaching into my coat pocket, right as a group of kids from class walked in. I quickly put her list back in my pocket and looked at her. “Thank you for meeting me so unconventionally, Dora. I do hope that I was able to help you with the math that you were having problems with.”
“Oh yes, thank you, Professor Kendall. I think I totally grasp how the quadratic formula and the theory of relativity can be used to create a non-corresponsive result to detail gravimetric force in the biosphere of a radial.” Dora smirked, knowing that she was covering our asses as much as I had been.
“Great. Let me give you a ride back to your building since you didn’t ride your bike here. It’s the least I can do. Next week we can meet at the library.” Standing, I placed our scraps in the trash and our tray in the return. We walked out to my car and stood to talk for a moment, making it look like we were discussing class plans.
We finally drove away down the road after a few minutes, laughing. I didn’t know how Dora felt, but I knew that getting caught was not something I wanted to do.
We rode in silence for part of the trip, Dora gazing at the stars, me watching the road. Every so often I would steal a glance at her and grin, knowing she was mine. I was happy knowing I had found someone willing to accept me.
It didn’t seem like it was too long before we were pulling up in front of my house again, the house that was finally starting to feel like home. I parked my car and pulled out the little box. Cautiously, I looked at Dora sitting in the seat beside me and took a breath.
“Dora.”
Chapter Sixteen