A Dance for Him (17 page)

I’m still in bed when he gets back - he wasn’t lying when he wrote that he wouldn’t be away for long - but jump out of bed and hurry downstairs when I hear him coming in.

“Good morning, Paige,” he says beamingly when I practically throw myself into his arms, and kisses me, not even bothering to put down the shopping bag in the meantime.

His hands are still a bit chilly from the weather outside, but I don’t mind being touched by them, even as he starts running them over my body as we make out.

In fact it’s kind of exciting to think about him warming up his hands on my bare flesh that’s all nice and warm
from his own bed
…

“Oh God,” he sighs, as we take a break from kissing. “You need to go and put on some clothes, young lady. I know you mentioned last night that you needed to get home today after breakfast so you could finish a paper for your class tomorrow, but if we get going again I just know we’re going to end up in bed all day. So run off and get dressed, little temptress, and I’ll start with the cooking.”

I pout flirtatiously, but obey, after giving him one last kiss and rather naughtily giving his already expanding package a friendly squeeze - a gesture that makes him smack my ass lightly in reciprocation.

It’s such a pity that I have to go - such a pity that I told him about my paper. Because I’d have loved to have another round with him.

Well, I guess he wasn’t so far wrong when he said I was going to be addicted to his cock by the time he was done with me last night!

Too bad the clothes I brought with me are kind of decent in comparison to what I’ve been wearing for him (well, it’s true that that wouldn’t exactly be difficult). Pretty, but definitely decent - just a tight t-shirt and a skirt, not too long, but also not too short.

After I wash my face, brush my teeth and put on a bit of lipstick, I take a look at myself in the full-length mirror in his bedroom.

I slide my panties off and remove my bra, so that my nipples are now visibly erect under the fabric of my shirt.

And then I slip on my stilettos and go downstairs.

The scrambled eggs are already sizzling on the skillet when I get downstairs.

“Ah, hello again, Paige,” he says as I walk into the kitchen. “I’m pretty much done here. If you grab your plate from the counter and come over here, I’ll give you some eggs, there’s toast and butter and jam on the table, and if you want coffee I’ve got some over there.”

“Ooh, it smells delicious, Sebastian, thank you.”

I pick up my plate and go over to him. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips before he scoops up a serving of scrambled eggs and sets it on my plate, but as he does so his eyes settle on my breasts for a moment and he turns very red.

I give him a faux-innocent smile when his eyes return to meet mine, but inside all I can think is: ha! NIPPLES 1, DR. MORLAND’S GOOD INTENTIONS 0.

I have no idea why, but I just really want to seduce him one more time before I leave …

It’s as though last night unlocked something in me - whether it was him treating me like a girlfriend and an equal, or the erotic abandon of the BDSM encounter, I don’t know, but today I feel all grown up, vixenish, seductive, oddly powerful.

Like I’m somehow a real woman now, in contrast to all the silly make-believe play-acting I was doing at the club.

And he is adorable, after all …

He’s just returned to the table with his plate and mug of coffee, looking beautifully rumpled in his preppy sweater-and-shirt combo, his hair slightly mussed from our earlier makeout, his countenance still glowing.

“So you had a good morning, Paige?”

“Oh, yes,” I say, smiling. “It was a bit of a surprise waking up in your bed, I had to shake myself to make sure that it wasn’t just a dream.”

“A good dream, I hope,” he says, although from the happy expression on his face it’s obvious that he has no doubt that that’s true.

“A beautiful dream,” I murmur, and he beams at me.

“I’m very glad of that, Paige. I can have your phone number then?” he says, chuckling slightly.

I look at him uncomprehendingly for a moment.

“My phone number? Um, of course. I-”

He grins and slides his cellphone over to me.

As I go to his address book and enter my details, something occurs to me.

“B-but you have my number, don’t you? Don’t you get that in the class list?”

He wags a finger at me in mock-disapproval. “Well, yes, that’s true, but I don’t feel I should use that without prior approval from you, that list wasn’t exactly given to me so I could randomly sext students.”

Ooh, he’s going to sext me now is he? Wow, I am getting a real education these days, ha!

Aloud I say: “You’re so proper, Sebastian,” as I slide his phone back to him and blow him a kiss.

“I’ve always been very proper,” he says, affecting an air of injured dignity.

“And yet, here you are, fucking a student,” I tease, as I brush his foot with mine. “Am I even the first one?”

He turns pale and his jaw tenses slightly but perceptibly.

“Yes, Paige, you are the first one. Do you actually think I am the sort of man who runs around taking advantage of his students? I know I haven’t been irreproachable with you, and perhaps I should have been, but I didn’t get into teaching so that I could fuck an unending stream of co-eds, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I’m sorry, Sebastian, I was just teasing you,” I murmur, a bit taken aback by the fervency of his reaction. “No, I don’t really believe that. And I should also say that I’m very glad you weren’t ‘irreproachable’ with me, I’d have missed out on so much if you had been.”

His eyes soften. “You were irresistible, Paige. I’d never met anyone like you, never met anyone who had that intense an effect on me. I’d been struggling with this, struggling with myself, even before the club. And then when I met you there ...”

“You’re so sweet, Sebastian. To be honest, it’s still a mystery to me how you haven’t been snapped up long before …”

He laughs, somewhat melancholically.

“It’s not always easy to find someone compatible,” he says, reaching over to stroke my hand.

“But it must be easy to find people who are into BDSM these days, surely.”

“Oh, that in itself - yes, it’s true, it isn’t difficult these days. But it isn’t just a matter of that, you know. I used to frequent a few clubs back when I was in graduate school, so I know that. And I met some very nice, very pleasant people there. But I never met anyone who shared my other interests. Then I got involved with a classmate who did, but she wasn’t into BDSM.”

“You didn’t think I would be either, though.”

He smiles. “That’s true,” he replies. “But then you were already so perfect in every other way …”

I turn red - how does one even respond to a compliment that extravagant and (to be honest) improbable? - and squeeze his hand. “I’m very lucky you’re under that impression.”

“Would you feel better if I qualified that statement by saying ‘perfect for me’ rather than ‘perfect’?” he chuckles, clearly picking up on my embarrassment.

“Oh, Sebastian.”

“Oh all right, I won’t embarrass you any more by paying you fulsome compliments. But I do want to tell you, Paige, that I haven’t been this happy in a really long time.”

He’s staring at me earnestly as he speaks, and he tops off his speech by bringing my hand to his lips.

“I’m very happy too,” I murmur.

We gaze raptly into each other’s eyes for a while before he shakes himself out of our mutual reverie.

“Well, I suppose we should clear away the dishes,” he sighs. “I wish you didn’t have to go, but I can’t have you compromising your grades on my account.”

I smile at him as I get up with my plate and cutlery. I’d forgotten about my original plan to seduce him in the course of our earlier conversation, but I guess we’re now back on track! …

And so, when I hand him the plates to rinse, I deliberately allow my breasts to brush against his arm.

He looks at me, startled, and I see his eyes darken with desire before he turns back to the sink.

“Let me put them away in the dishwasher,” I offer.

“Thank you, Paige,” he says, and hands me the coffee mugs before returning to rinse the plates.

Of course, since the dishwasher’s close by, I open it, then deliberately bend over, exaggerating the arch of my back so as to show off my ass.

It works - when I get up and turn to him again, I catch him watching me, and he blushes.

He hands me the plates and cutlery, and I give him a repeat performance.

This time there’s an audible sigh from him.

“Are you all right, Sebastian?” I ask sweetly when I get up.

He turns even redder.

“I know it’ll just be a few days before I see you again, but I’ll miss you, Paige.”

“I’ll miss you too, you know,” I murmur as I slip my arms around his neck.

He kisses me - tenderly at first, then with increasing passion as he clasps me ever more tightly to him.

I slide one hand down to his crotch and, as expected, he’s engorged all over again.

“You little temptress,” he groans.

“We won’t end up in bed all day if we just have a quickie down here,” I purr coyly. “Besides, I haven’t thanked you for breakfast.”

His eyes gleam hungrily, and I smile at him before getting on my knees, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

He strokes my hair as I begin to tongue his splendid cock, and I look up at him. He’s beaming at me, with a look of wonderment in his eyes, as though he
really
wasn’t expecting me to offer him a random blowjob.

It’s a look that fills me with great tenderness, for some reason.

I mean, yes, I can’t deny that I want to give him a blowjob because he’s hot and I’d like to be fucked one more time before I go back to my homework, but there’s a part of me that wants to thank him for everything, in my own way - to tell him that I think he’s perfect for me as well, even if I don’t dare to actually say it aloud …

He groans again when I slide my mouth down his thick shaft.

This time, though, it’s an unequivocal groan of pleasure as I start alternating between sucking on his cock and moving up and down on it while looking at him provocatively.

But he doesn’t let me do it for very long - after a while, he grabs hold of me, pulls me up to him and kisses me.

“Don’t get me wrong, baby, I love your mouth,” he whispers hoarsely, “but I want to fuck your sweet pussy one more time before you leave, fill you up so that you can feel me dripping out of you when you’re back at your place.”

“Oh yes, fill me up, please … Sir,” I whimper.

He kisses me again, then grins. “Well then, bend over the counter.”

I obey, spreading my legs as I do so that my skirt rides up invitingly. I feel his hands slide up my thighs and push my skirt back before he pauses, presumably at the discovery that I’m not wearing any panties.

I look back at him and smile flirtatiously.

“Fuck, Paige, you planned this, didn’t you, you little minx,” he growls, as he pushes two fingers into my sopping wet canal.

“You did say last night that I was going to be addicted to your cock after you were done with me …”

“That’s very obedient of you, Paige. So you want more cock, do you? You want to be fucked?”

“I want to be fucked,” I pant, in between moaning at the things he’s doing to me with his fingers. “I need your big cock inside me, Sir. I’m a bad girl, punish me, fuck me till I scream, have no mercy, be brutal with me …”

“Gladly,” he rasps as he withdraws his fingers. I whimper a little at the feeling of emptiness inside me, but the latter doesn’t last for long, because he enters me almost immediately after, pushing all the way in without any ceremony, filling me up completely, making me cry out in surprise at the intensity of the situation.

Just the way I like it …

He smacks my ass twice - hard - and then begins to move in and out of me. He doesn’t start slow either, but I’m so wet and horny that he doesn’t need to - just having him in me is causing the most incredible sparks to travel down my limbs.