by Henry, Jane
“Jesus, baby,” he groans.
Baby. I like that.
He strokes me, my back arching, fingering me until I’m near frenzied with the need to come.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” He corrects me by freezing his movements, his hand just above my swollen clit, not touching me.
“Daddy,” I moan, so ready to fly.
“Come, Giada,” I let myself go. Ecstasy rips through me. I can’t breathe or think, my body writhing beneath him in the most exquisite orgasm I’ve ever had, my first orgasm building onto a second even more intense than the first. He draws the pleasure out of me and leaves me panting against his chest, completely spent. I groan, spent from pleasure.
“Good girl,” he whispers. The days in class have led up to this, to me earning this ‘good girl’ and pleasure from his hands. “Such a very good girl.”
I sigh against him. “That was amazing,” I whisper.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers back. I turn away, flushed with the praise.
I am special to him.
But what happens when class is over? And what happens if anyone ever sees us together? He could lose his job and I’d be the laughing stock of the school. Would I even be able to take the classes I need? I shove the doubts away and make myself focus on the here and now.
We talk for hours. I tell him about my father, and how he died too young from a heart attack. “He worked too hard,” I tell him. “Always needing more.”
He listens, and finally talks to me about his past. The last woman he met here was a little girl to him, but she left to take care of her mother. For some reason, after what we’ve shared, this doesn’t hurt the way I imagined it would. Hell, I’m no virgin. Instead, I see the hurt in him and find myself longing to heal that. After a little while, he catches me staring at the chair beside the spanking bench.
“What are you looking at, little girl?”
“I was… well. I was wondering what you do with that chair?” I ask him.
With a mischievous grin that makes his eyes crinkle, he shrugs a shoulder. “It’s standard furniture in here, but I’ve never used it. Would you like to?”
I swallow hard, imagining me on my knees for him, or over his lap. The chair is covered in leather and studded with gold accents. Regal, and sturdy.
“I would,” I whisper. “Please?”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me to the chair and sits, then pats his knee. “Let’s try this out,” he says, lifting me so I sit on his lap like a little girl.
“This is nice,” I say. “For Christmas, I’d like a pony, Santa.”
Chuckling, he spreads his legs and turns me over his lap belly-down.
“Done,” he says. “A pony if you’re good and a spanking if you’re naughty.”
I squeal when his palm smacks my ass. I like how it feels like this, bent over his lap. It’s somehow soothing.
“Yes, daddy,” I say. “You know,” I tell him. “I can’t get the thought of me over your knee out of my head.”
“Ahh,” he says, his voice getting husky. “Babygirls like their lap time. Over the knee. Cuddled up on the lap. None of those hardcore whipping posts for my baby.”
The mention of it makes my heart race, though. “Would you whip me?” I ask him.
The sound of his groan makes me close my eyes, overcome with arousal for him all over again. “I can’t tell you how badly I want to stripe you,” he says. “There are many, many things I’d like to do to you.”
“Oh?” I ask, with a little thrill. I love that. “And there are a few things I want to do to you,” I say.
I feel his cock twitch beneath my belly.
“Like what, baby?” he asks, fisting my hair.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “I want to suck your cock, daddy. I want to swallow every drop.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, his cock beneath my belly turning to steal. With a gentle push, he drops me to my knees in front of him.
“Do you, Giada?” he asks.
Excitement races through me.
“Yes,” I whisper, my mouth dry. “Please, daddy.”
Eyes on mine, he unfastens his belt and whisks it through the loops. “Strip,” he commands, his voice hoarse.
On my knees, my eyes on him, I take my clothes off and toss them to the side until I’m kneeling naked in front of him. I’ve let him spank me and bring me to climax, but he’s never seen me naked. I tremble. This is something different, something special.
When he takes my body in, he groans, gently palming my breasts and flicking his fingers over my nipples.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, before he releases my breasts and folds his belt over. Tucking it under his arm, he unfastens his pants. “I want you to suck my cock while I strap you,” he says.
Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God.
Yes.
I nod eagerly. “Yes, daddy. Please, daddy.”
I eye his large, engorged cock and lick my lips. l can already taste him, musky and salty. Yes.
Taking the head of his cock in my mouth, I run my tongue along the slit.
“That’s it,” he says, “such a good girl,” a second before he lets his belt fly.
A line of delicious fire lights up my ass. I suck with vigor, loving his groans, and the way his hips thrust him deeper and deeper in me. I didn’t think I’d want this, but hell I love his belt.
“God, that feels good,” I tell him in between languid strokes of my tongue. “Will you spank me with your belt one day, daddy? A real good strapping?”
“Fuck yes I will,” he groans. I’ve worked him up so hard he’s ready to lose all control. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
I nod my head, eager to please him in this way. My ass is on fire when he lights it up again, flicking the strap over my naked skin with perfect precision, just hard enough to build a perfect erotic sting. I anchor my hands on his legs when he whips his belt against me again, then he drops it to the floor right before he comes. I suck him without wavering, swallowing with a grin on the lips wrapped around his cock. I fucking love that I can do this for him.
I love how he runs his hands through my hair and whispers his thank you.
I love how he cradles my head in his lap and tells me how beautiful I am.
I love that I can bring him as much pleasure as he brings me.
We don’t stop, reveling in the night we have with each other. Just the two of us. I want to see what he can offer me, and hell does he deliver.
He ties me up and shows me the array of pleasure he can bring me. We play out the scenes I’ve written, though he enjoys adding his own kinky twists, and I gladly bring him pleasure on my knees again, his blindfold sinking me into glorious darkness. We spend hours with one another. It isn’t until the sun begins to rise outside the window, and I’m up on his chest exhausted but elated, that he tells me it’s time to go home.
“Listen,” he says. “The dungeon isn’t really safe for us. I like bringing you here, but I want us to only play in my room.”
“Oh?” I ask. “Why?”
“Someone may have recorded us,” he says.
My heart stops but I keep my cool, .“Oh?”
He nods. “Yeah. No one I recognized, but someone had a phone on and pointed at us. I’m hoping it’s nothing, but all we need is a student reporting us for scening.”
Shit. He’s right. That would end everything.
I can’t control that, though. Still, he’s right that private play in his room is better. I prefer that anyway. I don’t like other women looking at him.
I entwine my fingers in his and nod. “Maybe they did. Maybe they didn’t.”
“We’ll handle whatever happens,” he says, our newly found intimacy reassuring in the darkness.
I say the only thing I need to. “Yes, daddy.”
Chapter Seven
Geoff
“In your notes, be sure you take down the details of the character arcs we just disc
ussed,” I say, leveling a stern look at the one girl in class who’s sitting there pretty as a picture, but hasn’t taken one damn note. I clear my throat and she gives me a saucy grin.
“Do you have those notes down, Ms. Romano?” I ask, crossing my arms and leaning back on my desk. I’m stifling a smirk because she’s still wearing the same outfit she wore to Verge last night. After I made her come more times than I could count, we both fell into a deep sleep, and didn’t wake until we were well past the time we needed to be up. A mad scramble ensued, where she cursed me out for having a change of clothes in my room, and she had to wear the same clothes. I’m pretty sure Giada has never worn day-after clothes to class in her life. She knows she’s getting a spanking when we’re done here for cussing me out, and doesn’t even look sorry.
“I’ve got my notes,” she says sweetly, tapping her temple. “Right here, sir.”
A few of her classmates snicker.
“Oh?”
And then the little brat parrots off everything I said.
Show off.
I’ll give her few more smacks for that.
“Very good,” I say. “Now let’s see how well you apply the knowledge you know.” I fix her with a stern but teasing look. I fully intend on applying my palm to her pretty ass, and she knows it. I watch as her cheeks flush adorably pink.
Gorgeous.
When class is over, I lock the door, then turn back to face her. Though her eyes are wide, there’s a glint in them as she twirls a strand of her hair.
I’ll never tame this little girl, and hell if that doesn’t make me hard as fuck. She might learn to do what I tell her, and I’ll be damn sure to keep her safe. But hell, if she isn’t the feistiest little girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Holding her gaze, I begin to roll up my shirtsleeves.
“Seems to me we need to have a little chat,” I tell her.
I watch her mouth form a perfect “o.”
I roll up the second sleeve, my gaze trained on the way she watches me. She swallows.
“Over my desk,” I continue.
When I reach for the clasp of my belt, she blinks, her pupils widening. I’d bet my fucking left nut that if I pulled up her skirt, I’d find her soaking. She wants this, and hell do I want to redden that sweet ass of hers.
I crook a finger at her and point to my desk.
“Bend over the edge of my desk.”
My dick hardens at the sight of her beautiful form lying prostrate over the edge of my desk. Breasts brushing my calendar. Belly flat against the polished surface. Slim hips cradling the edge. Hands bracing for her spanking.
I’ve jerked off more times than I can count at the thought of what it would be like to take my belt to her pert little ass.
I walk over to her and lean over her, letting my hard cock nestle between her ass cheeks straight through my pants. I want to hump her ass like a horny teen. Christ what this girl does to me.
Bending down, I gather her thick, fragrant hair in my hand and tug, bringing my mouth to her ear. “You were a naughty girl this morning,” I tell her. “Tell me why daddy has to take his belt to your ass.”
Though her eyes are closed, her lips tip up. She’s fucking loving this.
“I swore at you for having the nerve to have clean clothes this morning when I had to slum around in my clothes from the night before.”
I tighten my grip in her air.
“And that’s my fault?” I say sharply.
“Yes,” she says with a little pout, eyes still closed. “If you weren’t so fucking sexy, I would’ve gone home instead of spending the night in your room letting you seduce me.”
God, what this girl does to me.
“Yeah?” I ask, tugging her hair. “Well how about this. Today, we’ll go to your place and get a change of clothes. Several. Toothbrush. And whatever other girly shit you need. We’ll make sure our room at Verge is well stocked.”
“Girly shit,” she says with a giggle. She nods, then whimpers when the nod makes my pull on her hair tighter.
“Yes, daddy. Please.”
“We’ll do that today,” I promise. “But first, you need to be punished.”
Her pretty ass grinds against my cock and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to pound her pussy right here, right now. I step away, double my belt in my hand, and bring it down, hard on her little ass. She hisses and comes up on her toes, but stays in position. But just as I rear back for a second good smack, a hard knock sounds at the door.
I freeze, and Giada’s eyes fly open.
“Get your stuff,” I whisper, threading my belt back through the loops of my pants. I take my seat behind the desk to hide my erection. She quickly unlocks the door. It’s just a student from class, though, a gangly, pimply guy with glasses. He looks vaguely familiar, and not just from class.
“Sorry, professor,” he says, seemingly oblivious to whatever awkward tension lies in the air. “Forgot my camera for photography earlier today.” He isn’t from the class we just had, his things tucked way back in the corner of the room from another class.
I scowl at the papers at my desk, pen in hand, as if he caught me innocently grading papers.
“Of course,” I tell him. “Get it.”
He quickly gets his camera, then leaves, shutting the door behind him.
Giada slumps back into a chair. “Well,” she mutters. “Way to ruin a mood.”
I sigh, keeping my voice low. “Tonight,” I tell her. “Verge. No more bending you over my desk.” I turn back to my papers and shake my head. “Not that I don’t want to fuck you up against it. But hell, this is too risky.” I don’t want to harm my job, but I don’t want to destroy her reputation either. It matters to me. I feel like a dick for even letting us get as far as we have.
“Of course, daddy,” she says, gathering up her things and coming to me. “I’ll see you at Verge.” She places a little kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”
I’m not sure what she’s thanking me for. And as I watch her leave the classroom, I murmur to myself. “No, baby. Thank you.”
She’s brought me back from the dark place I’ve dwelt in for months. She’s given me hope. And hell, I do not want to fuck this up.
Chapter Eight
Giada
I stand nervously outside the classroom door. We have two more classes left, and unlike my recent escapades, I’ve decided that today is the day that I’ll show up on time for class. Professor Slade seems to think he’s about done with me pushing the envelope with tardiness, as last night’s demonstration with the strap most definitely enforced. I discreetly rub my ass. God, it was worth it, though. But today, I’m actually on time for once. I’m actually early. The only reason I’m hesitating is because I have to ask him something, and it’s got me all nervous. I square my shoulders and take a deep breath.
I can do this.
This is Geoff, after all. Never in my life have I been with anyone as tender as he can be. With Geoff, the world just fades away and it’s just the two of us. Even at Verge. Hell, especially at Verge.
I haven’t been to his place, yet, because we decided it was best to wait. If anyone ever caught me going into his apartment, both of us would be at risk, especially him. And I don’t want that for him. Verge is safer.
I’ll do it. I’ll go to class, and afterwards ask him what I need to ask him. I reach my hand for the doorknob, but before I turn the handle, someone speaks behind me.
“He isn’t there, yet.”
I jump and turn to see the same tall, gangly guy that nearly walked in on me and Geoff yesterday. Heart pounding, I give him a curious look.
“Oh?” I ask. “Well, that’s fine. I’m a little early, but that doesn’t matter.”
When he takes a step toward me, I take an involuntary step back. My back hits the doorknob, as the guy seems less subdued than he did yesterday, by a lot.
“What do you see in a guy like him?” he asks with a sneer.
“I don’t know what you�
��re talking about.”
“Don’t play coy,” he says. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, you little slut.” My heart races. Has he seen us at Verge? But no, I’ve never seen him there. Still, it’s disconcerting the way he’s advancing on me.
He reaches for me, when a deep voice makes him freeze in place.
“Is there a problem here?” I sigh with relief when Geoff comes to my side, looking like he’s ready to tear this jerk from limb to limb. I want him to touch me, to hold me close to him, but he can’t and I know it. It’s too risky.
“Yes, there’s a problem here,” I say, shooting a glare at the guy who’s taken several steps back. He looks from me to Geoff, then back again, before he turns on his heel and runs. Geoff wastes no time turning to me.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks, but before I can answer, several students arrive. He opens the door to the classroom and takes me by the elbow, leading me to a vacant doorway. “What did he do? Did he touch you?”
I shake my head, not trusting my voice. God, I want him to hold me and I can see it in his eyes, he wants the same. Looking around to make sure no one overhears, he whispers, “Baby. Tell me.”
In a rush of words, I do, my voice trembling. “I think he knows something,” I whisper, shaking my head.
Geoff’s lips thin. “I could kick his ass,” he growls. “Threatening my girl like that. If he ever comes near you again…” Risking everything, he tucks a stay strand of hair behind my ear. “We’ll talk after class. Okay?”
I nod. “I wanted to talk to you after class anyway,” I say, lowering my eyes. “But not where anyone can hear.”
We go back to class, and the time passes in a blur. Even Geoff seems distracted, so much so, he gives the class their evening assignment and dismisses us early.
“Stay behind, please, Ms. Romano,” he instructs. I wait until the last person leaves, still shaken by the exchange in the hallway. The door click shut, and I watch him stand. God, I could stare at him all day long and not tire of it. The stark white of his shirt, rolled up at the shirtsleeves, contrasts against his tanned arms, so strong and masculine. I’ve felt those arms around my body. I want to feel them now. Leaning up against the desk, he smiles at me.
