Devoted: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella (17 page)

That was what she needed. No one else but him. He was her safe place and she was so scared of losing him. She’d been able to be herself with this man, in a way she’d never been able to with any other person. With her sister she had a role to play. With Frankie there was and always would be the distance of not being physically engaged. No friend or lover had ever made her feel the way Flynn did.

And what the fuck was normal? Her family certainly wasn’t. They were awful and judgmental when they had zero right to be. There was nothing wrong with what she and Flynn were doing and she wasn’t going to give it up. If they thought for a single second they could bully her, they were wrong.

“I’m so sorry, Professor Flynn. I got caught at the library and I lost track of time. I’m afraid I missed your class, but I did have good reasons. The other professors are loading me down with work.” Work was a bitch in other words, but then she’d never been open with him about how difficult her job could be. Maybe this was a way she could broach the subject. “You know I’m an honors student.”

His lips curled up slightly in the sexiest of smirks, as though he’d known he would get his way. Arrogant, gorgeous man. “You won’t be an honor student for long if you can’t pass my class. Do as I asked and lock the door. I wouldn’t want other students interrupting our time together.”

She did as he asked and when she turned he was back at his desk, gesturing for her to join him.

Some of the tension of the day slid away from her. They had hours to play. Tomorrow she would meet with Clannahan and roll the dice, but tonight, she didn’t have to think about it anymore.

Tonight she could focus on pleasing her horny professor.

She put her laptop bag and her purse down. “Please, Professor Flynn. You know I can’t let my grade point average slip. I might lose my scholarship. I can’t possibly disappoint my parents like that.”

“I might be able to let you make up the class you missed, but you have to understand that I can’t allow it to go without punishment.”

Yeah, she was totally counting on his punishment. Her nipples were already hard. “What kind of punishment, Sir? Should I help you rearrange your books? Or perhaps you need an assistant with your lower level classes.”

He studied her. “Perhaps, but first we should deal with the issue of your absence in class this evening. I’m afraid I’m a bit of an old-school professor.”

Yes, he was. And his hand was right back on that ruler again. Her lips suddenly seemed so dry. She had to lick them, the way she would likely end up licking him. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make up for my mistake, Professor.”

She sat down in front of him and wished she’d been able to put on a little skirt and white shirt and put her hair up in pigtails. The full Britney. But she could make the fantasy happen with what she had to work with. She unbuttoned the first button of her blouse, and then a second and a third until she was sure he could see the tops of her breasts.

“Has it gotten hot in here, Ms. Lyndon?”

Time for some truth. “I’d prefer Ms. Slaten, Professor. I’m afraid when I signed up for your class I was still going by my married name.”

Something happened to Flynn. He went still and just for a moment she thought he was going to break character. “Slaten, is it?”

“I’ve always hated the name so when I had the chance to change it, I did.” She’d actually changed it because there was a clause in Frankie’s company bylaws that stated family stock could only be held by wives who legally changed their names.

Yeah, they’d taken over Frankie’s company, too, and he’d already changed that backward rule.

He paused for a moment and then there was something soft about his tone. “Ms. Slaten. I don’t mind it. It suits you.”

He wouldn’t say that if he knew her father. “How can I fix things, Professor? And yes, it’s rather hot in here.”

“Then you should take off that shirt. I wouldn’t want you uncomfortable.”

She eased out of her shirt. It wasn’t at all hot in her apartment. In fact, it was a little cool, and she shivered as the air hit her skin, her nipples puckering.

“That undergarment looks uncomfortable,” Flynn said in a deep voice. “I’m afraid I’ll have to insist you take that off as well. This isn’t your first infraction. I’ve been indulgent, but now I have to move past notes and verbal warnings.”

She undid her bra and folded it with her top. “I’m willing to do anything to make up the class, Professor.”

He reached over and opened a box. “I’m a strict disciplinarian. I’m going to give you something to think about. Do you know what these are?”

He pulled out two little clamps.

She gasped and something twisted deep inside her body, an anticipation of pleasure. “Those are clamps, Sir.”

“Yes, very good. Do you know where I’m going to place them?”

She had a good idea and it made her skin tingle. “On my nipples.”

“I’m going to need you to get them ready. Proper preparation is required for this course. You haven’t shown me that yet. Show me you can prepare yourself, Ms. Slaten.”

Nipple clamps. She’d read about them in Bridget’s books and they’d been some of the toys shown to them during demos. She’d watched the other subs in her group play around with them. Even Regina, who was so tough, had laughed and played with Jolie and Lucy. Only she had sat back.

Had she ever simply played around? Did there always have to be purpose to what she did?

She cupped her breasts, letting herself feel the weight of them in her hands.

“Tell me how they feel to you. Consider it an oral essay. Tell me what you like about touching your breasts.” Flynn commanded her with a dark tone. Her Dom had relaxed. It was easy to see by the set of his shoulders, how he sat back in the chair as though certain he would get an excellent show.

Had he been nervous? Had he worried she would reject him or not want this type of play?

She took a deep breath and let the moment wash over her. “I like how smooth my skin is. It’s cool to the touch, but that’s only on the outside.”

“And inside?”

“I’m warming up nicely, Sir.” That was an understatement. She’d never considered her own body before. Not like this. She’d bemoaned it, cursed it. Sometimes she’d felt some accomplishment in it. But she’d never simply run her hands over it and reveled in how it reacted, how well it had been made. “I like the contrast of smooth skin and hard nipples. Though they’re not truly hard. They’re ready.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” he replied. “I think I need to see this up close. You know professors are curious animals. We need to study a subject carefully. Come here, Ms. Slaten. Let me take a look and see if you’re truly ready for the beginning of my lesson.”

She stood, still in her heels. Her feet ached, but she wasn’t getting out of them. Flynn liked her in heels. He would sometimes keep her in heels and nothing else. She moved around the table and wondered briefly if she would ever be able to sit at it again without see Flynn. He remained seated, looking like a decadent gift.

Amy offered her breasts up. “See. They’re perfectly rigid. All you have to do is ease the clamps on.”

They would be little jewels on her nipples, making her breasts a gift to her Master.

It was getting harder and harder to think of him as anything less. He was the man who’d taught her she could let go, be safe with him. He was the one who’d truly taken her out of her former mindset and allowed her to savor what it meant to be one with a man.

He sat up and suddenly his hands were on her hips, right at the waistband of her skirt. “I don’t know. They look like they need a little something more. Sometimes it’s better to show than tell. I’m going to need you to clasp your hands behind your back.”

She did as he asked, the motion forcing her breasts out, thrusting them toward him. “Like that?”

“Exactly like that.” He reached up and let a single fingertip trace the areola of her right breast. “You have lovely breasts.”

“I’ve always worried they were too small,” she admitted. Holding her hands behind her back made her vulnerable to him, on display for all to see, though there was only Flynn. In the club if he did this, she would be visible to everyone, but she rather thought it would be the same. Only he would matter. “I’m afraid my sister got the big boobs in our family.”

He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “These are beautifully formed and you’re right. The skin is perfect. I would give these an A plus, but you’re not ready for what I have to give you. Not quite yet.”

He leaned forward and licked her right nipple, sending a wave of sensation through her body. He drew her in, between his legs. His big arms wrapped around her and he set his mouth on her nipple. He sucked and licked and laved it with affection. She had to force herself to remain still or she would have squirmed against him.

Gingerly, he slipped the clamp on, the little teeth biting into her sensitized nipple. That’s what the bastard had been doing. He’d licked and sucked her so she would feel every one of those nasty teeth. She gasped as the jewel attached weighed her nipple down.

There was pain and yet it made her wet and ready. She couldn’t think of anything beyond the fact that he was holding her tight, capturing her left nipple with those sensual lips of his and bringing it to life.

He engaged the second clamp and sat back, looking at his handiwork. “Yes, I believe that will do, Ms. Slaten. Now I’m going to have to ask you a very important question. Do you remember the rules of this class?”

She knew he wasn’t talking about the class. He was talking about their rules. Her breasts were so sensitive. Moving even the slightest bit made the jewels on the clamps tug at her nipples as though Flynn’s mouth and teeth were still there, still torturing her in the sweetest way. “Yes, Sir. I remember.”

“Excellent. What are you supposed to do on days when we play?”

She saw the trap the minute the question came out of his mouth and she realized she was in some serious trouble. Her spanking might turn into a non-erotic one. Damn. Could she get out of this?

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t even try. I had a rule. I suspect you didn’t follow it. You’re quite obedient, pet. You’ve never disobeyed me in this. Not once when I’ve checked have I found you slacking.”

Panties. She wasn’t allowed to wear them at all on days when they were going to play. He’d told her it was all about anticipation. He wanted her to think about him all day, so she got to go commando on the days they went to class.

Logic would state that since she’d texted him at the last minute to let him know she couldn’t make the class that she shouldn’t be wearing underwear.

Except she was because she’d known all along she wasn’t going to be able to make that class. She’d just put off telling him until she’d known she was going to walk into the meeting and turn off her phone.

When he would pick her up for class, she would get into the seat beside him and he would request that she spread her legs. His big hand would move up her thigh and he would tease her pussy for a moment, starting the evening off right and letting her settle into the safety of subspace.

He was going to be so pissed.

“Ms. Slaten, you know the rules of this class. I think you should show me that you are wearing the proper uniform. Otherwise, I might decide that your skipping my lecture this evening wasn’t an accident but rather something you planned and failed to discuss with me.”

“That would be bad, right?”

He picked up that nasty-looking ruler. “That would be very bad, pet. Pull up the skirt right now.”

Damn, it was the first time she was actually in trouble with him and it really did something for her. It was all a game and she could end it very quickly. The rules had been agreed to for their mutual pleasure and satisfaction, and this had been agreed to for the very same reasons. Because he would like spanking her and she would enjoy being spanked.

Hard.

Fuck, she needed it hard tonight. It didn’t matter if it made her weird. It would make her Amy and she so needed to be herself for a few hours. Not the CEO. Not the rebel daughter or the woman who was going to save jobs. Not Frankie’s best friend.

Her. This was who she was in the center of herself. This was her sexual self, the one that came out when she tossed aside all notions of respectability and got down to what she wanted.

She wanted Flynn and she wanted that ruler on her ass.

She pulled up her skirt, the fabric gliding along her skin until her undies showed.

His frown deepened. “Why?”

She owed him honesty. “I’d already missed one class. I knew you would be disappointed in me and I enjoy our calls during the day. You picked me up for lunch and I didn’t want it spoiled. I wanted my time with you.”

He stared down at her for a moment, taking her chin in one hand and looking her straight in the eyes. “I want my time with you too, pet. And so you’ll understand me, I will never punish you for working hard. Never. I won’t withdraw affection or sulk like a child. I would have come and picked you up for lunch whether or not you had joined me tonight. I’m beginning to believe you haven’t been able to count on the men in your life very often. I’m different.”

He would have to be compared to every other man in her life. She loved Frankie, but he couldn’t be this for her. “I’ll remember.”

“I intend to make you remember, pet. Bend over my desk, palms flat, and spread those legs.”

“Shouldn’t I…” She was going to ask if he wanted her to take off the undies first.

She didn’t get the chance. He let go of her chin and reached out, tugging on the clamp. Fire raced through her, the pain making her gasp and then turning into heat deep inside.

“You should do exactly as I say and not question any more tonight, Ms. Slaten. Or you’ll find your grade plummets. Am I understood?”

She turned and placed her palms flat on the table, spread her legs wide. The only reason she could do that was the fact that her skirt was currently around her waist. It was awkward, but she tossed out that line of thought. Flynn wouldn’t care that it was odd. He would only care that he had access to her backside and that this position he’d placed her in caused gravity to work on the clamps. They pulled at her nipples, making her breasts feel heavy and full.