Love and History(11)
“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 over 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.”