by Paula Cox
If that was even a possibility anymore. He’d flaked on more dates than he kept these days, and she was starting to wonder if there was someone else in his life. Why else would he wander? They were both enrolled in grueling academic programs, yet he had no problem meeting her to study. It was the sex that had tapered off recently, and it was driving her crazy.
Add that to the secret texting and phone calls…well, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he’d probably found another girl to keep him entertained. Eliza was just working her way up during their play together—he probably had a girl who did everything on the side. Or maybe Eliza was the side girl. Whatever it was, she wasn’t about to let him go. Old Eliza would have rolled over and let him drift, but the New Eliza, the sexually adventurous one who skipped study groups to be with Nash, wasn’t going to let him get away so easily.
Once he had his things packed up, they both headed for the main doors, her heart pounding at the thought of what she was about to do.
“I’m not sure I can stay long tonight,” he said as the doors drew nearer. Nope. She had to do it. No backing out—this was the telltale word choice of a man who was about to flake. “I mean, maybe I shouldn’t even…”
He trailed off when she grabbed his hand and tugged him in the direction of the bathrooms. It was a small, echo-y hallway that lacked the decorative spin the rest of the first floor of the library had. There was a line of payphones, doors to the male and female washrooms respectively, and a few vending machines. No art on the walls. Reception was always shoddy in here. Eliza dragged him passed all of it, back to the shadowy area where the light flickered by the emergency exit door. They were alone here—alone but not. Public still, very public for what she planned to do.
“Look, Eliza you really don’t need to—”
She silenced him with her mouth, pushing up on her toes to kiss him. He stumbled back, perhaps surprised, into a darkened corner, out of view of the rest of the empty hallway. It was empty now, but it wouldn’t be for long. It was one of two bathroom hallways on the main floor, which meant it would see a fair amount of traffic, even if there weren’t many students left using the facility this close to the holidays.
His lips were hard against hers, his body unyielding. It wasn’t in her nature to spring anything like this on him. Usually he initiated their play, even if Eliza knew it was coming before it happened. But if he could drag her off somewhere and fuck her over a bench, she could show him that she was just as adventurous.
That he didn’t need to go running to someone else to get what he wanted.
While she’d had him pinned to the wall to start with, Nash easily flipped them and pressed her to the hard surface, grabbing a wrist in each hand and pinning them above her head.
“What are you doing?” he hissed. Even in the dim, flickering lighting, she could see the want in his eye. If that wasn’t telling enough, he was starting to get hard, his hips pressed snugly against hers as he held her in place.
“What do you think I’m doing?” she asked, adopting the soft sub voice she knew drove him wild. “I’m trying to please you.”
“You do please me—”
“But I want to do it now.” She pouted for effect, then rubbed her hips against his. His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her, and she swallowed hard, her sex dampening.
“Little submissive sluts don’t get to choose when this happens,” he whispered heatedly. There it was. She had him right where she wanted him. There’d be no running out on her tonight, not without him remembering just how great they were together first.
“I’ve been so good lately,” Eliza offered, fluttering her eyelashes. “I thought I deserved a little treat.”
He gave a soft, cold laugh. “Well, that was very presumptuous of you. I should put you over my knee for that kind of thinking.”
She bit back a moan, clenching her thighs together to rub her aching bud, the thick fabric of her jeans grating over it.
“Fine,” Nash growled then spared a quick glance around the corner. When his eyes returned to hers, she let out a trembling breath. “Fine. You want a treat? You can suck my cock.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, all but groaning when he released her wrists and stepped back, giving her enough room to undo his pants and slid to the ground. It would have been more comfortable to rest on her knees, but he didn’t give her the space—perhaps as a punishment—and Eliza sat up on her heels instead, crouching. She didn’t mind. It’d be worth it, to prove that she was the girl for him.
He was hard and ready for her when she unzipped his jeans, taking his cock out as if she were handling a rare artefact. Because in her position, she was meant to worship her master, and Eliza was slowly learning to do just that. She’d never thought the sight of an erect dick would be so thrilling. Before, she’d never understood what the fuss was all about, but now she knew. Seeing any part of Nash was exciting, but being able to touch him most intimately, in a place where no one else—in theory—could touch him, was an honor. A thrill. It made the moisture between her legs grow, her underwear wet and her pulsing sex slick with need.
She tasted him first, a gently and exploratory lick over the engorged head, then took him as far as she could in her mouth. Nash tsked her suddenly, and she looked up, eyes wide, cock in her mouth, worried she’d done something wrong.
“What have I told you before?” he all but growled, a hand resting on the wall, his other arm behind his back. In an instant, Eliza dropped her hands and clasped them behind her back. A week or so ago, he’d taught her how he liked to be sucked, and she recalled he preferred that she keep her hands behind her back. If he could, he’d probably tie them there. The thought made her shiver.
Unfortunately, she was better at this when she used her hands. Without them, she was a little off-balance, a little sloppy, but she was still able to perform. Although she wanted to make noises, let him know that she was genuinely enjoying herself, the look in his eye told her to keep quiet, and Eliza obeyed. Up and down her head bobbed, occasionally glancing up to meet his eye. He said nothing, but he didn’t have to. The tremble in his arm, the quiver of his thigh, and the tight line of his lips said everything she needed and wanted to hear.
It didn’t take him long to come. Normally he tried to control himself, always coming last and late during their sessions, but she couldn’t blame him. The voices in the hall were growing louder, and while the risk thrilled her, the rational part of her brain knew the dean’s daughter couldn’t be caught giving blowjobs in the library. Her dad would kill her. But that spurred her on too, taking Nash deeper than she had before, holding back the urge to gag, her eyes watering as he spilled himself down her throat.
Cock still in her mouth, Nash patted her cheek and grinned, then pulled back. He was in better control of his breathing than she was, and they took a few moments to calm her before they left. Hand-in-hand. Eliza’s head held high.
Let’s see his mystery phone girl top that.
Chapter 13
“What are you doing?!”
Eliza dropped Nash’s phone like it burned her, her cheeks prickling with white hot embarrassment to be caught doing something so incredibly juvenile as snooping on his phone.
“I… I…” Her voice caught in her throat as he snatched it away and tossed it on his pile of clothing, one of her fluffy towels slung around his waist. He’d been in the shower, but she’d been so engrossed in what she’d been doing that she hadn’t even noticed the water shut off or the door open. Poor form, Eliza, poor form.
“Well?” he snapped, his hands in fists by his side.
“I thought it was mine, so—”
“Try again,” Nash hissed, his voice low and dangerous. She opened her mouth, another lie on the tip of her tongue, then pressed her lips together firmly. He’d surely see through whatever lie she offered him; he was great at reading her, even if they’d been apart for almost two and a half weeks.
“I have no excuse, Master,” she offered, dropping
her gaze and softening her voice, hoping that the shift in her demeanor may work on him. However, when she peered up again, he was still glowering. “I was snooping.”
“Why?” The word cut through the tense air between them, encouraging tears to spring to her eyes, but he remained unmoved. They’d had such an amazing scene together tonight too; her ass still hurt from how he’d spanked it, her sex pleasantly sore from how savagely he’d fucked her. Christmas and New Years had come and gone, and they hadn’t seen each other once over the holiday. Nor had he been very communicative through text, claiming he was visiting family for the holiday.
Only she’d seen him. Downtown. Well, she’d seen his bike, but she could pick the damn thing out of a line-up at this point. He’d been lying to her. Distant. Unresponsive. After they’d finished tonight and she’d cleaned up, Eliza couldn’t help herself. As soon as he shut himself up in the bathroom, she’d grabbed his phone and started looking through his message, fully expecting to find another girl on the line. It had been stupid. Pathetic. His most recent text message was from her, and the rest were clearly men based on the writing patterns. Innocent. In fact, it seemed he barely even used his phone, which made her feel even worse. All his calls were from her and a guy named Micky—who she’d creeped on Nash’s Facebook app too. Totally normal looking. Had a family. Older gentleman.
Pathetic.
“I’m afraid your tears won’t work on me, slut,” he said sharply. The use of the word “slut” told her he was angry, but not real angry. It could have been worse. It would have been worse if he’d used her actual name. “What were you doing on my phone?”
“I’m sorry,” Eliza told him, her voice trembling and her breath starting to come out in shallow gasps. “It’s pathetic. I f-feel as if I’m in high school…I shouldn’t have—”
“Calm yourself and tell me.”
She swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths, unable to look at him until he instructed her to, which she found oddly comforting.
“You’ve been distant lately,” she said, even though she knew it wasn’t an excuse for her despicable actions. “I thought…maybe there was another woman…”
His heavy sigh silenced her, and she noticed some of the tension ease out of him. Settling on the coffee table, he threaded his hands together and stared at her, holding her gaze evenly.
“I can’t do this with multiple women,” Nash insisted. “This… thing that we do. It’s too tiring to do with multiple partners. Plus if I were sleeping with someone else, I would have gone back to using a condom.”
They’d stopped using a condom after they were each tested shortly after their sexual relationship began, and Eliza’s birth control was enough to cover them. She swallowed hard, her body shaking with a nervous excitement. “So…”
“It’s only you, Eliza,” he said softly, but he squashed the thrill of the moment when his voice hardened after his jaw clenched briefly. “But my personal business outside of our time together is none of your business. I ask that you respect my privacy.”
“Of course.” She nodded emphatically. “Of course! I’m so sorry. I still don’t know what came over me.”
“I’d almost expected something like this, actually,” Nash mused, his lips quirking up somewhat. “You’re a little green when it comes to…well, this kind of stuff. I was waiting for you to show your colors sometime.”
“Well—”
“But just because I expected something ridiculous like this to happen doesn’t mean I approve,” he continued, hard and angry again, his master-tone slipping back into play. “And it means you’ll be punished for your fucking insolence.”
Her stomach swirled with both anxiety and excitement, that is, until he stood and crossed over into the kitchen, coming back to the loveseat with one of her wooden cooking spoons in hand. She grimaced at the sight. Usually he used his hands…what could he possibly have in mind with that?
“Over the armrest,” he instructed. Her eyes darted down to his cock, hoping to see it erect and disappointed that it wasn’t. It would be by the end, but she hated herself for being wet at the thought of punishment. “Pants down and arch your ass up, slut.”
Eliza quickly did as she was told, not wanting to incite any more of his anger. Bare and exposed, she let out a startled squeal the first time he struck her.
“I want you to count them out loud,” he said coolly, the fiery sting of the wood making her ass smart. “If I can’t hear you, we’ll start again. Twenty hits for such a bad slut.”
Before she could say anything else, like how she deserved it but please not too hard, he struck her again, and she gave a pitiful cry before whimpering, “One…”
Chapter 14
“Are you sure everything’s okay at home?”
Eliza nodded, but she wasn’t able to meet her T.A.’s eye. “Yeah. Things are great.”
“I know the last year is a really stressful experience for a lot of students, but your grades are really suffering.”
“Thanks for meeting with me,” she said curtly, more fire in her voice than she intended. He studied her for a moment, this man who had worked with her from the start of the year until now, who had no doubt noticed the steady decline in her grades since she and Nash took their relationship to the next level.
“Eliza. Is there anything I can do? Are you understanding the material?”
“I’ve just been a little distracted,” she told him as she stood, waving him off with a smile and grabbing her bag. “I understand the material. It’s my own fault; I just need to study more.”
“Yes,” her T.A. said with a frown. “You do.”
She assured him not to worry, that she had things under control. Everyone got a little distracted when Christmas came up, anyway, and that was the excuse she planned to use if her professor went to her dad at any point. For now, she could only hope that her T.A. would keep this conversation between her and him and no one else. There was still time to improve her grades—a lot of time, in fact.
As she left the cramped little office, the one all six of the teaching assistants for that particular class shared, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Nash. Sure enough, his name flashed across the screen, and she couldn’t help but smile. Ear-to-ear it stretched, her happiness at just the sight of his name. Since her phone snooping incident, he’d been a little more attentive, usually visiting her at her apartment three times a week, then studying with her in the library.
Prepare yourself for tonight. I have a new toy for naughty sluts.
She shivered and put the phone away, knowing that not texting him back would make him punish her before they got the night started, and drifted to her next class in a dreamy haze, totally unfocused and utterly excited.
Chapter 15
“On your knees, slut.”
Eliza shivered, the deep voice of her master shooting straight to her sex. She’d been so good lately, not touching herself unless they were together. She’d known they were meeting up today. Knowing that he would finally give her sweet release. All day she’d been distracted, unable to focus on her assignments, on her lectures, on her father’s nagging voice at the back of her head.
“Close the door behind you,” Nash ordered, and she did as she was told. Just as she reached for the lock, however, he tsked at her, making her stop and turn back to him, wide-eyed. “Don’t lock it.”
“But…” She swallowed her protests, not wanting to displease him, but an unlocked classroom was risky—especially when the dean’s daughter had come to play with her master; her underwear were already wet with anticipation. The way he looked at her alone was enough to get her going, his eyes dark with lust yet his expression aloof, as if this didn’t have some effect on him at all. What she liked most about him in that moment was that she knew he was a storm inside, a hurricane of emotion, of want, but he kept it all hidden beneath an icy demeanor. Cold. Distant. His features like ice. Towering over her, Nash was an impressive man in every sense of the word—just thinking about him,
him as a person, was enough to send Eliza into a tizzy.
“On your knees,” he said sternly, ignoring her momentary disobedience. She hesitated, only a few seconds, before dropping to her knees. She’d worn tights just for this, so that she could feel the ache in her knees on the tile floor of the college classroom. Nash had taught her how to feel. Pain. Pleasure. He encouraged her to revel in both, just as he did, and she loved him for it.
“Yes, Master,” she offered, her voice soft and sweet, her gaze fixed to him. He studied her for a long moment, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed, and then he snapped and pointed to the floor in front of him. Crawl to me. Licking her lips, Eliza moved forward slowly because she knew he liked to watch. He liked to see the sway in her hip, the wince when her hands connected with the hard ground. He was a watcher, a man of study—and she was his favorite subject.