A Dance for Him (12 page)

But there’s no getting around it - maybe he didn’t pay me directly for sex, not quite, but he did pay me for some very sexy action that ended up resulting in sex … maybe a little too soon after.

He’d be perfectly entitled to think of me that way, I fear.

I’m almost getting used to this now - the shower, the dressing up, the drive to Dr. Morland’s while sitting on a towel (ha!) and wondering what he’s going to think when he sees today’s outfit under my coat (tiny wet look bandeau top that leaves lots of cleavage exposed and just a hint of underboob, combined with a microminiskirt and G-string).

Or more precisely, wondering how he’s going to react.

It’s funny, at the club it was kind of boring turning the audience on. I mean, it wasn’t exactly difficult, they were there for the specific purpose of being turned on, wanted to be turned on.

But Dr. Morland isn’t supposed to be turned on by me … and yet he is, against all odds, despite all the university regulations, despite all the taboos against teachers fucking their students.

Perhaps even despite himself …

He’s pretty quick to answer the door today.

Even better, he seems really happy …

“Hello, Paige,” he says, “please come in. It’s great to see you.”

And he looks like he means it - he’s beaming in a way that I’ve never seen him do before.

“Hi Dr. Morland,” I purr.

It’s hard not to return that radiant smile, and even after I get in and he closes the door, we stare at each other for a bit, smiling goofily at each other, before he approaches to help me take off my coat.

I hear his breath catch as he eases my coat off, and turn to smile at him.

“God, you’re gorgeous, Paige,” he growls as he grabs me and gathers me in his arms for a kiss.

It’s a deep, long kiss, one that leaves me dizzy and weak-kneed and all too happy to yield to him. I know it’s true that I’m hardly the world’s most experienced kisser, but there’s something about his kisses that just drives me nuts. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but between the sensual, masterful way he claims my mouth and the way he clasps me to him - fiercely, almost possessively - he just makes me feel owned, and I mean in the best possible way …

When we emerge for air, he hands me the usual envelope.

This time I’m the one who hesitates slightly, in this case before taking it from him, as I briefly consider telling him to keep it.

But then he winks at me - oh so roguishly - and I feel like I would almost be spoiling the fun if I were to get into a whole discussion of where we stand with each other now.

And fun, after all, is what we’re presumably both here for, isn’t it? …

I put the envelope away in my handbag as he’s hanging up my coat.

“I’ll see you in the living room, shall I?” I ask.

He turns to look at me, and there’s a long pause, during which he seems to be considering something or other.

“No, Paige,” he says finally. “No, I don’t want us to be in the living room today. I’ve got something else in mind.”

I look at him, a quizzical smile on my lips.

Having put away my coat, he returns to me and slides an arm around my bare waist.

This time his touch is insinuating, seductive, as is his voice.

“I’d like to see you in my bedroom, if you don’t have any objections to that.”

I snuggle up to him.

“No,” I murmur, “I can’t say I have any objections to that.”

I guess we’re at the point where we don’t have to pretend that all I’m doing here is dancing for him, and that any sexual contact that ensues is, so to speak, on the spur of the moment!

Well, either that, or he just couldn’t resist the outfit …

Which is quite possible, because even as he leads me off to his bedroom, he’s got one hand on my ass, and he keeps turning to beam at me …

“I suppose you don’t want me to dance for you today?” I breathe sultrily in his ear when we get to his room and approach his bed - I’m probably at least as drunk on lust as he is at this point.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, Paige,” he says, smirking as he takes my hand and puts it on his burgeoning crotch.

I guess I’m finally getting to see Dr. Morland uncensored, and I must say I’m loving every moment of it! …

I smile at him as I unzip him and free his cock, which is already at full mast. “I’ve missed your cock, Dr. Morland,” I whisper.

He grins and raises an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”

“I’ve missed having your cock in me, Dr. Morland. I’ve been so horny, but my fingers don’t feel the same as a big, thick, juicy cock like yours. Also, I have to say I’ve missed the taste of your cock …”

I look at him meaningfully as I say that last bit, and it’s obvious he gets it - he flushes slightly, and his eyes take on a hungry look.

“Is that so, Paige?”

I nod.

He smiles - an impertinent bad-boy smile that’s new to me, a smile that makes my knees weak and my eyes widen, as though yielding to his lustful gaze.

“Well then, go ahead and suck my cock,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed, eyeing me as he takes off his shirt. “I didn’t really get to try out your oral skills last time, why don’t you show me what you can do?”

Fuck, he’s cocky today, pun not intended (well, not entirely). So different from what I thought he’d be like … and so much hotter. If any other guy had talked like that to me, I’d have been tempted to slap him and leave him high and dry.

But coming from Dr. Morland? …

Well, let’s just say it doesn’t take long for me to get on my knees in front of him.

This time he seems happy to sit back and look at me while I play with his magnificent cock and lick my way up and down its engorged shaft.

It’s delicious, but what’s even more exciting is his avid gaze and the lust in his beautiful dark eyes, especially when I lick a drop of pre-cum off the tip of his cock and make sure he sees that I’m doing it.

Obviously I haven’t had any experience giving blowjobs, apart from the face-fucking he gave me last week, but I’ve watched enough video clips on the internet to have some ideas …

And so I begin sucking on the head of his cock as I handle his shaft, occasionally teasing him by sliding down further on it, then taking it out to rub its wetness against my face and tits before I return it to my hungry mouth.

“Fuck, Paige,” he groans. “I don’t think you have any idea how fucking hot you are. I’ve wanted those lips wrapped around my cock for so long, and this is better than I’ve ever imagined.”

“Good, because I’ve been dreaming of sucking your cock for a long time now,” I take a break to purr coquettishly before I slide my mouth onto his shaft again, this time taking it all the way in, so that he’s not just in my mouth but down my throat - no easy feat considering how long he is, but I guess I’ve been prepared to some extent by last week’s rather intense face-fucking …

His breath catches audibly as he holds my head down against his crotch for some moments.

When he lets me go, I take a breath, and as I do he grabs hold of me and pulls me up to him.

I look at him, slightly perplexed.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, Paige, not right now. Because I want to make sure I come in your pretty little pussy at least once today. I want to mark you with my cum, Paige, do you understand? You’re my gorgeous little slut now and I don’t want you ever to forget that.”

“Oh, Dr. Morland,” I breathe.

I’m not sure what I’m more excited by - the idea that he wants to give me a much-needed fucking, or the idea that he wants to mark me, make me his little slut.

Or, for that matter, the implication that there’s going to be a round two today, unlike last week!

Whatever it is, it works - I’d gotten pretty wet sucking his cock as it is, but as he’s speaking I feel a sudden gush of juices escape my pussy.

As I instinctively move my legs together in an attempt to hold it in, he smiles, probably having figured out what I was trying to do, slides a hand between my legs and pushes them apart.

“You’re not to close your legs at any point when you’re in my bed, Paige,” he murmurs in my ear, and even though I’ve just had his cock in my mouth, the combination of the insinuation in his voice and the heat of his breath against my skin make me blush.

He grins roguishly, and before I know it he’s somehow manoeuvred both of us so that he’s now on top of me and between my legs.

“There, that should keep them apart,” he growls, and kisses me.

Between the always-intoxicating sensation of his mouth on mine and the rippling muscles of his back that I’m running my hands over, I almost don’t realise what he’s about to do until I feel his cock nudging between my nether lips, causing me to moan with anticipation.

“You want it, don’t you, baby girl,” he says laughingly, his eyes twinkling - I swear I’ve never seen him so glowingly happy before.

“You know I do, Dr. Morland,” I pout playfully.

“Then tell me, Paige. I’d like a bit more …
detail
before I go any further,” he says, a wicked smile on his face.

I guess he wants me to talk dirty to him, ha!

Well, he certainly knows how to get what he wants - he’s driving me nuts by teasing me, running the tip of his cock along my cleft and occasionally pushing himself in, but only as far as the tip, which is just maddening given that I know all too well how big he is, and how glorious it feels to be filled up by him.

“I need to be fucked, Dr. Morland,” I mewl seductively into his ear. “I need to feel your cock inside me right now. Take me and use me like the horny little slut I am …”

His breath catches as he smiles at me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with desire.

“Always happy to oblige my beautiful girl,” he murmurs as he positions his cock for entry, then finally - finally! - eases himself in.

He’s so big that that still isn’t the easiest thing to do, even though I’ve been dripping with anticipation for a while now, but he pushes through anyhow, making me tremble and cry out as I feel my insides almost dissolving in pleasure ...

Once he’s all the way in, he kisses me.

“You have no idea how good your pussy feels around my cock, Paige,” he growls as he pauses inside me. “So soft and yet so tight. It’s like you were made for me … a perfect fit.”

All I can do is smile up at him breathlessly, adoringly, as he begins to move in and out of me - I can barely process all the sensations I’m experiencing at the moment. His hot breath on my face, his powerful body pressed close to mine, not to mention the waves of pleasure emanating from my core to my limbs, leaving me soft and helpless and yielding against this strong, hard, beautiful man.

I’d vaguely thought something like this the last time he was fucking me, but now that thought returns in a burst of clarity:
I’d never imagined it could feel so good to give up control completely
.

Especially if it’s Sebastian Morland I’m giving up control to …

Because he clearly knows what he’s doing. As I soften against him, he clasps me even more tightly to him and claims my mouth again, in a fiery kiss that sends a tremor of pleasure down my back.

Or is it the way he’s thrusting into me - so rough and vigorous, yet so masterful - that’s causing me to tremble?