Love and History(13)

“I don’t need a pep talk, but thanks. I just hate things being up in the air.” It wasn’t just tenure now. She almost had an actual personal life with potential.

“Tonight, we’ll have some drinks and scout some men. Mexican?” Colleen asked.

“Sounds great but I really don’t need to think about men now.”

Colleen held up her long fake nails. “Fine, after tenure. You’re right. Focus is good. I’m going to read, and I’ll see you at six.”

“Thanks. See you tonight.”

As soon as Colleen was gone, Bridget couldn’t resist the urge to go see the man who’d meddled in her life.

She headed to the elevators then went down two floors. The computer labs were full this time of day with student workers helping others, but she hoped to grab Nelson between classes.

He looked half worried when she spotted him. “Bridget, how are things?”

She folded her arms and walked into his empty computer-outfitted classroom. “You hacked me?”

He closed the door and locked it with the keypad. “I’m sorry. I was just curious who wrote it. I didn’t know it was you, and when I found out, I went back and read all your posts in the BSDM fetish group. Why don’t you come to anything fun?”

“The social stuff is fun. I’ve made several friends there whom I can talk to about these things. The Doms I’ve met are always so new or so extreme. That’s been a bust. I can’t believe you told him!” She turned away because her face felt as if it’d catch fire.

“Wait, are you mad at me or thanking me?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She sat on one of the long tables that filled the room. The sting on her ass made her inhale slowly, but she tried not to give away her punished state as she enjoyed the feelings of her very pink ass. “Both maybe.”

“Good. I’ve got good instincts for this. If you’d come to one of the clothing optional functions, I’d have matched you two up.” Nelson smiled smugly as he leaned on the table next to her.

“Did Scott ever go to those?” He’d said no, but she wouldn’t mind a little independent confirmation.

“Nah, I couldn’t drag him there either. He did some random hookups from time to time but never got romantically involved. You’re both solid. You’re not damaged and fucked up. If you two can’t make it…I’m screwed.”

“How are you damaged?” she asked.

“I’m not right for you. That’s all that mattered. If I were a selfish bastard, I’d have claimed you for myself and made you happy for awhile, but that’s not the right thing,” Nelson said seriously.

“A good Dom isn’t selfish. I’m sure you’ll find the right sub or subs.” She knew some people could handle groups or sharing. It wasn’t for her to judge them.

“One would be plenty. It’s finding the right one. Scott was reluctant at first because of the work thing. There are always complications.” Nelson shrugged.

“Challenges can be fun. I won’t screw up our careers.”

Nelson chuckled. “I know that. You two are a lot alike at times. If it doesn’t work, let me know. I’m networked pretty well, but I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“I hope not.” Truly, she hoped she’d found the right guy. “He’s never had a romantic entanglement with a sub?”

“I don’t know his whole history, but he’s never talked about one. You should be talking to him about this,” Nelson said.

She nodded. “Well, thanks, I think.”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t nose around in anything else on your computer. I tracked the blog. I didn’t really hack into your computer or look at anything personal.”

“Thank you, but you could if you wanted to.” She thought of all the naughty stories and pictures she had on her home computer. Nelson wouldn’t be shocked at all after knowing she was submissive but still.

He opened the door, and she left as students filed in. Heading back up to her floor, she made a slight detour to Scott’s office. He might punish her for coming unannounced. She only walked faster and let the sting in her rear add a bit of anticipation and arousal.

After greeting the elderly admin, Bridget knocked on his office door. When he answered, she opened it.

“There you are,” he said.

“Were you looking for me?” His attention went straight to her ego and pussy, but she checked her phone to be sure she hadn’t missed a text.

“I stopped by your office, but you were gone.” He leaned back in his chair.

She studied him as she closed the door and locked it. Charcoal gray slacks and a white shirt with gray pinstripes looked delicious on him but what wouldn’t? The memory of him naked was better, of course.