Lessons From the Professor

“Yes!”

“You’re obeying nicely, pet, and for that you deserve a reward.”

“A reward?” she rasped.

“Yes. This time, I’ll let you come.” She bit down on her lip as her fingers pounded into her weeping pussy double time. Her hips rose up to add extra friction, and within seconds she was coming harder than she ever had in her life, screaming his name. A feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over her as the haze of arousal faded. How could I do that in front of him?

“I’d like nothing more than to bury myself between your thighs and taste you right now, but it’s not time for that yet. This was about giving you a sample of what it would mean to be with me.” He words were even and gentle as he leaned forward to ease her skirt back down her body to rest just at her knees. He smoothed out non-existent wrinkles before he moved to sit beside her, gathering her close to his side as he stroked her hair.

“Did you enjoy yourself, pet?”

“Yes, but what about you?”

“Your pleasure is my own.”

“But you didn’t….” She trailed off.

“Come? No. I want you to be sure about your decision when we take that next step, because once I taste you and make you mine, there’ll be no turning back.”

She knew she should be put off by his possession, but it woke something inside her. Some long buried part of her that wanted to let go, and allow someone else take over for a while. She wanted to be the one catered to for once.

“Where do we go from here?” she asked. She wanted to discover more about this man and the lifestyle that called to a piece of herself she’d never realized existed.

“We continue on as we’ve been, exploring our new roles.”

“Should I call you something different? Like Master?”

“Sidney is fine when we’re out, but you may call me Sir, as well as Professor, which you seem to be fond of.” A thrill went through her body at the thought of calling him Professor. A vision of her clad in a white button down tied at the waist, and a tiny plaid skirt flipped up as he pounded her from behind as she sprawled across his desk filled her head, and she lowered her gaze. Damn, he was going to turn her out before everything was said and done.

A comfortable silence fell between them as he continued, and her body became boneless.

“Are you ready for your first task?”

“Yes.”

““From now on when you wear a skirt, you’ll forgo the panties.”

“Yes, Professor.”

They remained sitting side by side, enveloped by a comfortable silence as they sipped on

their glasses of wine and listened to the music playing in the background. Tonight had been a success.

Chapter Six

“Sutton?”

She winced as she paused in the hallway at the sound of her sister’s sleep-roughened voice.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning?”

“I was trying not to wake you.”

“You didn’t. I was on my way back from the bathroom.”

“Okay, well I’m going to head to bed now.”