Love and Language (3 page)

“My entire evening is yours. I’ll stay all night if I have to.” He grabbed his bag and set it on the table.

“Hopefully, I’m a better student than that.” She grabbed a pad of paper and a pen before taking her seat. Then she spied her laptop. Casually bringing it over to the table, she closed it. “Just in case.”

“Well, you’ve got the phone app so you’ll never be totally screwed. Italian is easier for most people, so we’ll start there.” He sat next to her. “Now, close your eyes.”

She looked at him as if it were a trick.

“Seriously, listening is half the work. You’ll focus better with your eyes closed. I have a sleep mask if it will help you.” He pulled it out of his bag.

To her, it was a blindfold, and she craved it, except she wanted to see him. “I guess.”

“Okay.” He put the mask on her. “I’ll say something, and you repeat it.”

She nodded. The sound of his commanding voice rippled over her body. When he started in Italian, she copied him and tried to focus on the tutorial and not the wetness between her legs or the heat from his body.

“You’re a great student,” he said.

The English jarred her. “Thank you. Repeating is easy.”

“Comprehension will come from studying during the day when you have pockets of time. Getting your mouth and throat to obey and make the right sounds is the first step in a crash course.” He moved closer, and his arm slid along the back of her chair. “Now, tell me something else.”

“Okay.” She licked her lips.

“Why did you post on the
Masters Wanted
blog and never attend a single BDSM fetish group event?” he asked.

Her stomach sank, but her arousal flipped into overdrive. “You looked at my computer?”

She reached for the blindfold, and his hands covered hers. “Not at all. I can explain.”

“You better!” she shot back.

He laughed. His lips pressed to her ear, and his voice came out hushed and dark. “First, you need to finish your lesson.”

For a split second, she wanted to throw him out. To run. But her feet wouldn’t move. Her back remained board straight, and her body was eager for attention and orders. If he was making fun of her, she didn’t care. The hope that he was the real thing kept her in that chair.

Ben saw the conflict in her face. Her lower lip quivered, and her hands gripped the sides of the wooden seat.

It was so homey here that he never wanted to leave, and this sexy domestic woman was nothing like his mother. He’d been teased countless times by newbies and part-time players who thought he must be working out mommy issues when he wanted to top an older woman. Truthfully, he hated newbie games. Young subs played them more often than older ones. He had control in his life now, and the sex was fun and intense his way. There was a calmness about Jane that spoke to him. She was a strong person but knew when she needed to give up control. She wasn’t one to be bossed around all the time. He saw her fighting the urge to disobey him right now to push the play forward.

Another Italian phrase seemed to soothe her. He’d give her the lessons in language and see what else she needed. She repeated the phrase but didn’t wait for him to respond.

“How did you know it was me who posted?” she demanded.

“Don’t blame me. I’m no computer hacker. A friend in the fet group who administers the blog recommended you to me. He’s very skilled at hacking information but don’t worry. He wants to help, not cause trouble. It’s all very innocent. Don’t worry. There’s no shame in submission.” He ran a finger along her chin and watched her tense.

She pushed up the blindfold and bolted from the chair. “Leave. I didn’t agree to sub for lessons. This is insane.”

He grabbed her around the waist and pinned her arms to her sides. “I didn’t demand anything from you. Your secret is safe. I swear, I won’t tell, so please don’t tell anyone about me. I want to get my PhD and keep my job prospects. No one wants a guy teaching their eighteen-year-old daughter when they find out he likes to tie up women and spank them.”

“You want me to trust you; trust me to play nice.” She struggled. Finally, she relaxed completely against him. The scent of her perfume and her soft short hair brushing his cheek sent Ben into a needy state of arousal.

“You know I’m right. You’ve got more power here. You’ve got tenure and years of experience. It’d be embarrassing if students found out you’re a sub, but the college wouldn’t do anything to you. It’d be a joke. It could ruin my career, but I trust you. I haven’t done this with anyone from the college, but I can’t resist you.” He kissed the back of her neck.

She shivered and wiggled against his body. “Why didn’t you say something before?”

“In your office? You’d have thrown me out. I could feel it. We both like our privacy and professional reputations. That doesn’t mean we can’t have what we need, too.” He walked her back to the chair and sat her in it. “Tying you up might make the lessons more stimulating. Do you want to play with me?”

She licked her lips. “How do I know you’re experienced?”

“You know the BDSM fet group online? That’s how we were matched. That blog is an offshoot and a matchmaking meddler saw your post. He found out who you were and works at the university. He suggested I might fit all of your needs.” He cupped her gorgeous face in his hands. “I don’t need to tie you up. I can spank you. Tease you.”

Her eyes darted to the messenger bag. “What’s in there?”

“Whatever I might need.” He plucked open the buttons on her blouse and revealed her cleavage as it rose and fell with her deep breathing. Dropping a kiss between her breasts, he expected a harsh word or a shove. She gave him neither.

He looked her in the eyes and kissed her. “Nelson was right. We’re a good fit.”

“Nelson? Fit? We haven’t done anything yet. I’ve never subbed for anyone named Nelson,” she snapped.

“Damn. No, you haven’t. He’s the one who figured out the post was from you. That’s enough question and answer for now. Do you want to play or not?” He stood and towered over her. Deep down, he prayed she didn’t throw him out. Not just for his career but because he wanted her now more than he’d ever wanted any woman. Her curves, her inner strength, and the pain behind her eyes that longed for someone to dig in and release her called to him.

“Light play. A try out.” She nodded.

“Safe word?”

She shook her head. “Red. Yellow means slow down. Let’s stay standard and generic for now.”

“Fine.” He put her blindfold back in place.

Tension oozed from her. He could sense she was partly ashamed but very eager and curious to find out how she’d been discovered. He pulled nylon rope out of the bag and wrapped it around her arms and waist. Her posture is perfect, but the need for play was there.

Slowly, he unbuttoned the blouse more and rubbed her perky nipples through the beige, cotton bra. “You want to be a good student, don’t you?”

Her face went red as she nodded. He pinched her nipples before kissing her mouth. When she leaned into the kiss, he knew he had her. The soft moan from her lips went straight to his growing cock. It didn’t take much encouragement for him to get hard. He tugged the bra out of the way and sucked her nipples until she arched her back for more.

Then he moved lower, pushing her legs apart and skirt up. Her legs pushed back a little. “Want to stop?” he asked.

“No,” she said.

He spread her legs and rubbed his fingers over her cotton panties. A groan escaped her lips.

Dipping one digit under the fabric, he made lazy patterns in her folds. “You’re sure you don’t want to stop?”

“Please don’t stop,” she gasped.

Definitely not a newbie. Her legs stayed open as he tugged the panties aside and licked her cunt. She was wet and ready, but he’d make her wait. He just wanted a taste of her now. She needed to appreciate how eager she was for him.

“You want me,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.

The proper reply filled him with power and desire. “Good. You want to please me?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“I’ll let you, but we’ll have another lesson tomorrow. You won’t get to play if you don’t pass your oral quizzes. Do you understand?”

Her brow furrowed. “I think so, Sir.”

“Cooking is paying for lessons. The play is your reward for being a
good
student. Understand now?” With one final lick to her clit, he let the panties go and stood up.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you,” she replied shakily.

“Good.” He kissed her mouth. “Now, you can please me, and if you’re good, I’ll let you see how generous I am.”

He unbuttoned his fly all the way down and let his hard cock bob until it grazed her chin. Jane’s gasp made his cock throb as her eager tongue searched for the member. He pressed it to her lips, and she sucked him in.

At first, she squirmed against her restraints, no doubt wanting to get her hands into the action. He left her restrained and watched her neck bend over and over. She swallowed his shaft farther down each time until he held the back of her head. Thrusting into her mouth, he tried not to go too deep. Not the first night.

Her intensity nearly broke his resolved to keep it a light session as she leaned in and took him all the way down. She moaned as her tongue slid around the underside of his cock.

“Damn it, Jane.” He pulled back but, at the sound of her whimper, thrust back for more.

Fucking her face wasn’t in his plan, but she kept moaning on his cock making him vibrate like a toy. The woman knew how to break a Dom’s control. Maybe, that’s why he loved older women. They knew what they wanted and how to get it. Picking up speed, he fucked her face until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His cum landed on her tongue and chin with only one drop slipping to her firm breast.

She swallowed without being ordered, and he knew he needed a lot more nights with her. His insides flip-flopped as he reached in his bag. “That was very good. Did you like it?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” She sat up straight and waited.

“Your post said you like to be tied up. Is that good for you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You like being spanked, too?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Please spank me,” she said.

“Stand up,” he ordered. He hadn’t tied her to the chair for a reason. He wanted to see her move while bound.

She closed her legs and stood with grace.

“Good. Is it too tight?” he asked.

“No, Sir.” She calmly waited for instruction.

He rubbed his cum off her chin and massaged the spot into her breast. “You’d look good covered in that stuff.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She smiled.

“You’d like that?” He closed his pants and tucked in his shirt neatly.

“Yours, Sir. Yes.”

She was choosing her responses carefully, and he understood. “We’ll cover the rules and limits. I promise. Right now, I just want to make sure we’re compatible on some very basic levels. You remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me,” he said.

“Red, Sir. But I won’t use it.”

“Good.” He tugged her bra lower before nudging her forward until her hips were at the table. “Bend over. Tits on the table.”

She obeyed and arched her back, so her ass stuck out prominently. He worked up the skirt and used the scissors he’d retrieved from his bag to cut off her panties. Her ass was gorgeous, round and padded enough to tease for hours—he’d found the right playmate.

Grabbing her hips, he inched her back a bit, rubbing her breasts on the wood and giving him more room to maneuver. “Right there. Don’t move,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

He stood back and surveyed her posture. Not a stressed pose at all, her weight was on the table and her legs. She lowered her back and hiked her ass up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“You want to be spanked?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Please,” she said.

“Use your safe word if you want me to stop.” He pressed behind her and leaned over, kissing her neck. “I love spanking naughty women.”

She shivered. “Thank you, Sir.”

Taking two steps back, he smacked her right butt cheek and watched her body tense for a second. Her exhale told him this was merely a warm-up. He gave her another smack to match on her left cheek, and she moaned.

He hadn’t told her to count, and he didn’t care about how many she could take. Not now. She’d want more than he’d give her tonight. This wasn’t about limits or getting her to a zone. It was about trust and pleasure. She had to be begging for more tomorrow.

He cupped his hand slightly and gave her an upwards swat so he could watch her flesh jiggle. Her hips rocked for more. It was time to ruin her perfect posture. He slid the toe of his shoe between her sensible pumps and nudged until she spread her legs wide for him.

“Good,” he said. He separated her cheeks and squeezed the firm flesh. When he gave a straight on full hand slap, she whimpered.

“Too much?” he asked.

“No, Sir. Perfect.” She pushed back for more.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Just now? Have you ever thought of me before?” He didn’t want to show any weakness, but part of him wanted to know she longed for him not simply because he was a Dom.

“I didn’t know you were this way before. I need this,” she confessed.

“I know you do. You hide your submissive side very well. It’s okay.” He stroked her hair. “Just answer the question.”

“I never thought of you like this before,” she said.

He saw the tension in her shoulders and heard it in her voice. She was lying about something, but since she hadn’t known he was a Dom before—perhaps it was just a dream or fantasy. He wasn’t going to splice words with an English professor. He knew she’d been attracted to him before…

“That’s okay. We’ll decide if we’re good playmates now.” He gave her two hard smacks on each cheek and stepped back.

Her gasp filled him with power and pride. She wanted him. Before and now. She’d admit it all one day. For now, he needed to keep her coming back and opening up to him. He could spank her to release; she was tuned into her sub side well enough. But tonight he wouldn’t invest that much work in her.