Love and Language (4 page)

Turning around, he kneeled down between her legs and ducked under her body. Squeezing her ass, he inhaled the scent of her arousal. He wanted to hear her scream and come for him. He wanted to taste her release, not just watch it. He played her ass, a soft tap there and a stinging slap here, but his tongue worked her slit until she was soaking wet and squirming on him.

A firm smack on both cheeks made her go still. “Please, Sir.”

“Please what?” He nibbled her outer pussy lips.

“Please make me come. I’m so close. I need to, Sir.” Her hips started to lower as if she’d kneel to the ground to be closer to him.

“Don’t move, or I’ll stop it now. Do you want to stop?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Is the position painful?” He knew it wasn’t, but he gave her the out.

“No, Sir. I need to be fucked. Please,” she begged.

He loved hearing the need in her voice. “You do. You can come when you want.” Sliding one finger inside of her, he fucked her slowly.

Her moans weren’t of satisfaction but of frustration. He was good at keeping a sub just short of release. With his free hand, he slapped her rump. Licking her clit, he felt her body respond. She’d come very fast if he let her. Another finger pushed inside her, and she tightened on them. This woman had been ignored for far too long. Nelson was right. She needed attention! Lapping at her pussy, Ben listened to her noises and enjoyed how her hips rocked to him.

Another sharp smack and she gave him a low groan. She was close. He wanted to make her his. Grabbing her ass with one hand, he fucked her with his fingers and kissed her clit before slowly flicking it with his tongue over and over. He might be younger, but he knew how to work a woman’s body.

Her legs trembled, and her hips jerked. “Please, Sir!” she gasped.

He pushed three fingers deep inside of her and licked around her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud until she lost control and screamed.

“God, yes!” she cried out.

He felt the second wave hit her as her cunt squeezed his digits harder. Another soft smack on her ass, and she moaned. “Thank you, Sir. More please.”

Pulling his fingers from her body, he licked them clean and made her wait. He kissed her pussy and licked her until she rubbed against his face.

Finally, he was content. He slid out and stood up. Rounding the table, he plucked off the blindfold. “No, not tonight.”

“Please fuck me, Sir!” She looked him in the eye for a second then looked at the table.

“Don’t pout. Tonight was a test. You might decide to report me tomorrow.” He watched her face for reaction.

“I won’t. I’d never do that. I agreed. I loved this. You could expose me, too.” Again, she met his gaze, but her eyes pleaded for more.

“Good. We understand each other. If you connected with people in person, we might’ve been playing for years now. I’ll have to thank Nelson.”

Her face went serious, but she stayed quiet.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just never expected to do this with a grad student. I know we’re not in the same department or anything. We’re not breaking any rules, but it’s odd.”

“I think it worked quite well. If we play again, you must be honest. You’re holding something back.”

“No, I’m just adjusting. We need to talk about limits and preferences before we go beyond this. You’re right.” She wiggled to stand.

He helped her up and caressed her full breasts before untying her. He kissed her as he loosened the knots. “We’ll talk tomorrow. If you just want to play, that’s fine. If you want more, you must share your secrets with me and ask for more. Otherwise, it’ll only be play to reward my good student.”

Once she was free, he gathered his things and left. He wanted to stay but to keep the power and the game going, he had to make her wait. She wanted him. That alone made his night.

Chapter Three

A mini-Thanksgiving dinner seemed like the right thing, but as Jane set the table, she felt foolish. Was it overkill? She’d spent the rest of last night masturbating while enjoying the barely there sting on her ass.

All her eagerness to see him today had been pointless. He’d avoided her at work. Maybe, he was rethinking things. Maybe, he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as she had. She’d studied her Italian at lunch and during her office hours since they’d been dead silent. Of course, she’d checked her email a dozen times an hour when not in class to see if he’d emailed her.

He was too young! That truth kept flashing in her head, but her body didn’t care. Right now, she cared about the trail of who knew what about her personal life. She felt Ben would be discreet, but he wasn’t the only one now. A little investigating on the name Nelson had led her to Nelson Cannon. The IT guru was the only one with that name and those skills. She didn’t know him very well. He was friendly and helpful and, apparently, in the BDSM fet group and the lifestyle.

Going over and giving him a lecture on invasion of privacy seemed pointless when she really wanted to thank him. Only one thing last night had really bothered her. She’d lied to her Dom when he’d asked if she’d been interested in him before. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. She’d never seriously thought of him as a Dom. Or as a potential relationship. Attraction and fantasy weren’t targeted thought.

His question should’ve been more specific. Jane opened a can of cranberry sauce and knew she’d gone too far. She was trying to spoil him with her cooking. Why did she feel sorry for him? He had two brothers and two parents with enough money to move around and have big adventures. Big careers. He’d probably had college all paid for him.

Maybe she was doing it for them both? Homemade meals weren’t something she’d gotten a ton of as a child, but she didn’t want his sympathy. This was a good dinner for lessons. The sex was just a bonus. The doorbell rang, and there was nothing to focus on but her guest and potential Dom.

As she opened the door, she wondered what was in his bag tonight. “Come in,” she said.

He entered and put the bag and his jacket on the sofa. “You look very nice.” He kissed her.

She tensed for a second then kissed him back. Tonight, she’d changed into a short red skirt and black blouse with a sexy bra underneath and no panties. “Thank you.”

“You don’t dress that way for your students.” He held her close.

“Dinner is ready. We should talk about things first.” She slipped from his grasp.

“We will. You’ll get your quiz first, too.” He grabbed himself a drink from the options on the counter and studied dinner. “You didn’t have to go to this much trouble.”

She smiled as she filled the table with sliced turkey breast and stuffing. “I wanted to.”

As they ate, she talked about boring school stuff until he led the conversation back to sex.

“You enjoyed last night?” he asked.

She nodded. “Very much. Did you?”

He smiled. “I think we have a lot of potential. You’re comfortable keeping your safe word like the stoplights?”

She nodded.

“Okay. And you said you have some limits in our blog post. I don’t care for blood, choking, fire or anything extreme. We both value privacy and if you use your safe word, I stop. No games or pushing you for things you don’t want.”

“Thank you. Don’t you think I’m too old for you? I’m thirty-six not twenty-six,” she blurted.

He smiled. “Not too old at all. I prefer a sub who knows who she is. What she wants. I don’t like games. If you want me to stop, say the word. Don’t prove something by taking more because you think I want it. I don’t. I’d never do that.”

“Those are a young sub’s games. But I’ve never been trained in a dungeon. I don’t like public displays.” She had to make it clear.

“Bedroom only. Private play. That’s what I want. I don’t play to crowd; it’s for you.” He looked her in the eyes.

Her insides melted. “We seem very compatible then. I just don’t know if I’m really what you want.”

He shrugged. “That’s for me to decide. I want to play with you. Your blog said you want more than just sex. Let’s see how we fit everywhere. Tomorrow, we can have lunch, and I’ll help you with your lessons.”

“Should you be seen dating another professor while you’re still waiting to defend your thesis? Waiting on a job?” she asked.

“Let me worry about that. Unless you’re ashamed to be seen with a younger man?” He turned it back on her.

She smiled and looked down. “As far as anyone knows right now, it’s just tutoring. If it works, then we’ll deal with it.”

He didn’t look too pleased with her answer but nodded. They finished dinner, and he helped her clear the table.

Once that was done, he slid one finger under her chin and made her look at him. Standing toe-to-toe with her tall, sexy Dom, she had to be brave.

“You want to play once you’re done being tested?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.

“Take off all your clothes and sit in that chair.” He pointed to the same kitchen chair from last night.

Her body grew warm as she shed the clothing for him. There wasn’t much, but she went slowly and folded it all neatly. Then she sat down, already naked and wet for him. He produced rope from his bag and tonight tied her to the chair snugly.

“Like it?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She saw and felt it winding around her bare skin, pinning her arms at her sides.

“Now, tell me again. Did you ever think about me sexually before last night?” he asked.

She looked up at him. “I didn’t know you were a Dom. I couldn’t think of you like this beyond a fantasy.”

“In
any
sexual way?” He leaned over and snapped the blindfold on her.

The darkness helped hide her shame. “I guess I may have. You’re certainly very attractive, but I’d never date a student.”

“I’m a teacher, not a student,” he corrected.

“You’re a grad student who teaches lower level classes. You’re both a student and a part-time professor. Soon, I know, you’ll be a fulltime professor, and it won’t be weird.” She clung to that fact, so she didn’t feel as if she were using some kid. He wasn’t eighteen. He was a full-grown man who’d earned his bachelor’s and master’s degrees. He’d traveled more of the world than she ever would. And he read her like a book.

“I’m aware of that. Do you want me to stop tutoring you?” he asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Do you want to stop playing with me?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Then let’s begin.” He switched to Italian, and she answered him carefully.

Craving more kink and wiggling to feel just how wet she was, she kept her brain on the language and got his questions all right.

“Very good.” He pulled off the blindfold.

She stared quickly at his crotch and frowned. No erection yet. He untied her and stepped back. “Lean over the table like yesterday. Palms and tits flat on the table, ass out.”

Obeying quickly, she kept her eyes down as well. His hands slid over her rear. “Not bad. But you’ve barely any pink left.”

“I can take more, Sir.” She wanted more.

“I’m sure you can. You like being spanked. Do you like it with a paddle?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Her insides quivered.

“Do you come from paddling?” he asked.

“Occasionally,” she replied.

“Let’s see.” He rubbed her ass and kissed the flesh. “Spread your legs.”

She spread them wide but kept them where she knew she could hold her balance.

“Good.” He rubbed the paddle that he’d brought in his bag over her ass and massaged slit at the same time. “So wet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you think about me last night after I left?” he asked.

“All night long, Sir.” She had to be honest, or he’d take away all this fun. The kind and easygoing grad student had flipped a switch inside and knew his power. The Dom side in him was so natural that he eased in and out of it like that worn old leather jacket of his.

“Did you masturbate?” he asked.

Her face burned. “Yes, Sir.”

“Toys?” He probed her pussy with his fingers, and she shuddered.

“Yes, Sir. I couldn’t help it. I needed to be fucked.” He could punish now all he wanted. “I’d rather be fucked by you all night.”

“Good to know.” He kissed the small of her back. “You did well in your lesson. So here’s your reward.”

The paddle connected on both cheeks, and she lurched forward. “Thank you, Sir.”

“More?” he asked.

“Please!” Her ass stung, but his power aroused her even more. Her insides rocked with each strike, stimulating her. The ache in her ass, plus the rush of cool air when he took the paddle away made her feel dizzy and eager.

On the third swat, she gasped and felt a stirring deep inside of her. Rocking her hips as if he were fucking her intensified the sensation. One more swat and she’d be in heaven. He delivered, and she clung to the table as her hips rocked like the horny sub she was. “Fuck me, please!”

Instead, his tongue worked her pussy as he shoved his thumbs in her cunt. The tease!

“Please, I need your cock!”

He smacked her ass with his hand, and the flash of pain brought her into focus. He’d paddled her to release.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good.” He licked between her ass cheeks then up her back to her neck. “Now, maybe, you’ll get what you’ve been begging for.”

She needed it so badly that she couldn’t believe two days ago she’d had no clue what this sexy man was and how he could make her feel. She’d responded to him faster than any other Dom in her life. She wanted to belong to him sexually, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

So far, Ben was impressed. She’d taken a decent paddling, quick but hard, and come from it. Grabbing the rope again, he pulled her to standing. “Clasp your hands together in front of you.”

She obeyed, and he wrapped the rope around her wrists before leading her to the bedroom. He studied the room as he secured the rope to her headboard. The space was simple and sexy, just like her. There were posters of Paris and London on the walls, as well as Italy and Greece. She longed to travel. Maybe, they weren’t so perfectly compatible. Or maybe he could show her the world.