June writhed and moaned as my finger gently stroked her erect clit. I was kneeling on the bed, between her legs, stroking her very softly at a rapid rate. I could see the blood rising to the surface of her pale skin, making her look more appetizing and sensual than ever.
“June,” I crooned as I gently flicked her clit with my thumb. “I like this. I like this response.”
June blushed furiously. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said softly. The way she said ‘sir’ sent a bolt of desire straight to my cock. She was born to be a submissive, and she looked absolutely perfect trussed up on her own bed.
“I’m going to teach you about something important,” I said slowly as I crawled off the bed and stood. Walking over to where June’s head lay on the pillow, I reached out and stroked her face. “Watch me,” I commanded. “I’m going to teach you how to pleasure me.”
Climbing off the bed, I stripped out of my shirt and kicked my trousers to the floor. When I was clad only in boxers, I licked my lips. June was staring at me with obvious desire. I grinned. She wants me bad, I thought. And I want her in a way I’ve never wanted a woman before.
“Yes, sir,” June responded. Her green eyes were wide with lust and I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Without breaking eye contact, I dipped my fingers into the waistband of my silk boxers and tossed them on the floor. My cock bobbed free, ecstatic to be one step closer to June’s magnetic pussy.
I climbed on the bed and straddled June’s chest, shoving my hips forward until my cock was brushing her lips.
“You’re going to open your mouth,” I said slowly. “And I’m going to put my cock inside. Then, I’ll train you how to suck me perfectly. Do you understand?”
June gave a quick nod of her head. She opened her lips and I saw that she was shaking.
“Good girl,” I praised her, steadying myself with a hand on the headboard. As June opened her lips, I put the head of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth. The touch of June’s hot tongue against my cock was heaven and I groaned as she licked me enthusiastically.
“Not quite so fast,” I said, my voice sounding strained as I rolled my hips back and pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Put your lips over your teeth and suck me gently. Then, swirl your tongue over the head as you suck.”
June nodded. She did as I said, then craned her neck forward and once again took my cock in her mouth. The sensation of her virgin mouth wrapped around my stiff erection was incredible, and for a moment I had to think of something unpleasant so I wouldn’t blow my load right in her mouth. June closed her eyes and gently swirled her tongue on the underside of the head of my cock. It felt incredible – I could tell she was thinking about every move she made, every gesture – and somehow her attention to detail made me feel like I was about to burst.
“Bob your head up and down on my cock,” I instructed her. “Normally, when you’re giving me a blowjob, you’d use your hand and wrap it around the base of my cock, like this,” I said, reaching down and wrapping my hand around my shaft. “Then, you’d move your hand up and down in the same rhythm while moving your lips and tongue over my head. Understand?”
June nodded. A thin trickle of spit dribbled out of her mouth and I reached down to wipe it away from her chin. She looked so beautiful and innocent with my cock in her mouth. Lust flared in my body at the sight of my perfect secretary giving me a perfect blowjob. As June began to bob her head up and down over my erection, I arched my back and threw my head back, reveling in the ecstatic sensation that was washing over my limbs.
I let her continue until my cock was soaked with her drool. When I pulled away and climbed off the bed, June swallowed hard and watched me, her eyes not leaving my face.
“Now, I’m going to pleasure you,” I said slowly, walking back down to her feet and running my hands up her leg. June squirmed and wriggled as I played with the insides of her thighs, dragging my fingernails along the sensitive skin. I loved seeing the faint lines of red that appeared on her pale skin as I worked my hands on her.
June arched her back, spreading her legs even wider. I grinned as I reached down and thumbed her erect clit. As June gasped with pleasure, I slowly worked my thumb in a circle around her pussy. She was so wet that she was dripping on the bed and my fingers were coated with her musky juices.
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t wait anymore – now was the moment, the moment that I’d been waiting on for weeks. I crawled on the bed between June’s legs and let my cock brush up against the lips of her pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I told June. “I’m going to fill you up with my cock and claim you.”
She licked her lips, sending a wild thrill of lust through my body. “Yes, sir.”
Grabbing onto June’s fragile-looking hips, I thrust my body forward and my cock slid inside her soaked pussy. The feel of June’s body against my own was incredible. She was so tight, so wet, so hungry for more. As soon as I was buried inside of her, she let out a little gasp and pushed her body against mine. Realizing that I was pleasing her as much as she was pleasing me was a thrilling sensation, and I began to buck my hips and thrust in and out of her pussy.
June closed her eyes and arched her back, throwing her head back into the pillows and moaning. Her bound arms and legs bounced against the duvet as I fucked her with all of my strength, burying my cock inside of her with each thrust. As I plunged deep inside June’s perfect pussy, I felt a thin layer of sweat break out over my body. Yeah, I thought as I closed my eyes and fucked her hard. This is worth it. She’s perfect, she’s everything I knew she would be.
As it got more serious for me, I groaned and grabbed onto the headboard. My body was perfectly lined up with June’s on the bed, and the way she was thrusting and gasping made me realize how close she was to an orgasm of her own.
Groaning, I thrust into her with everything. I closed my eyes and for a moment, it was just the two of us, alone in the world. June moaned as I stroked my hand down her chest, squeezing one of her tits as I felt my cock gush inside of her pussy.
“Thomas,” June moaned loudly. Her eyes were screwed shut and her face was tense and bright red. Beneath me, I felt her own muscles clench and release with the frenzy of her orgasm.
When it was over, I was still shaking and panting. Climbing off the bed, I untied June and rubbed at her wrists. She smiled at me and then pulled the duvet over her naked body, snuggling down in the pillows.
“I love you,” June said. She sighed with happy satisfaction. “And I always will.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I’d like to ask you one thing.”
June raised her eyebrows. “I’m spent,” she said softly, grinning wickedly at me. “If you want round two, you’re going to have to wait.”
“No,” I said calmly. “Nothing like that. June, I want you to move in with me.”
June gasped. “Are you kidding?”
“No,” I said. “I’m completely serious.”
June flushed. “I…I don’t know.”
“Why not?” I frowned, looking around. “If it’s leaving Angela you’re worried about, I’ll pay the rest of your rent through your lease. That should give her enough time to find someone else.”
June shook her head. “It’s not Angela I’m worried about,” she said. “It’s Brett. He doesn’t even know we’re dating. How is he going to act when his teacher moves in?”
“How about if, at first, you stay here over the weekends when I have Brett? Just at first,” I promised. “Then I’m sure everything would smooth out on its own.”
June nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it,” she said softly.
I kissed her and pulled her close. “Good,” I said. “Because I need you in my life, June. If anything, this scare just showed me how much you really mean to me.”
Chapter Nineteen
June
After all I went through, I couldn’t believe when life starting feeling normal again. It had barely been twenty-four hours since my ordeal, but
I knew I needed a little bit more time to really process everything that had happened.
Even though I couldn’t wait to start up again, teaching at P.S.151, I called in on Monday morning and said I was too sick to come to school. I was sure that many other teachers and administrators had read the paper – the sordid tale of Andy and Hannah/Megan was splashed all over the front page. Thomas’s lawyer, Sandy, was trying his hardest to minimize damage, but New York City loves angry gossip like no other, and I was shocked that it wasn’t worse.
The school understood. I knew they knew I was lying – obviously, I wasn’t really sick – but they offered me two more weeks of paid leave.
I accepted. Spending a few days vegging out in front of the television and hanging with Angela was just what I needed, especially if I was going to be moving out soon. I really didn’t want to leave her in the dark, but I couldn’t lie – the prospect of living with Thomas was incredibly exciting.
Angela and I decided to go shopping. I was still feeling more than a little afraid to be out in public on my own, but being with Angela wasn’t scary at all. We took a cab downtown and spend the afternoon going in and out of lots of little shops.
“June?”
My blood ran cold as the familiar voice of Marlene sounded in my ears.
Turning around, I began to sweat as I saw her unmistakable red mane coming towards me.
“Don’t try anything,” I said in a shaky voice, stepping back. “I’ll call the police!”
“No, June, wait,” Marlene said quickly. She pressed her lips together and paused. “I…I feel really terrible about how I’ve behaved,” she said.
I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you apologizing now?”
Marlene’s green eyes filled with tears and I couldn’t help it – a small flame of pity flared inside my chest.
“Because,” Marlene said stiffly. “I was so worried about my son. But he’s in a stable place now. I know that at least some of that is because of you, and your effect on Thomas.”
I frowned.
“You’re a good teacher, June,” Marlene said. “I’m sorry I said those things.” She straightened up.
“Don’t trust this bitch,” Angela whispered in my ear. “She might be gunning for you!”
“Hold on,” I said to Angela. To Marlene, I jerked my head to the side. She followed me through the store until we were in a quiet area, across from the bathrooms.
“Look, I hate the way you acted,” I said. “I’m not going to lie – it was really cruel on your behalf. But Thomas and I are serious,” I added, carefully watching Marlene’s face. “And we’re going to stay serious.”
Marlene swallowed. “I know.” She bit her lip. “Look, the thing is – Hannah was feeding me information the whole time. She was trying to make me believe that you were some kind of gold-digging bitch, out to score Thomas for your own good.”
“No, god, no,” I said quickly.
“I know that now,” Marlene replied. “And I’m sorry that I believed Hannah. But I thought I could trust her – she worked for Thomas for so long, and she never seemed anything but perfectly innocent.”
I nodded stiffly.
“I had no idea she was so evil,” Marlene finished. “Mostly, I’m ashamed that I acted the way I did. It really wasn’t fair to you.”
“You and I are going to have to deal with each other sometimes,” I said softly. “Especially because of Brett.”
“I know.”
“So, I really hope this is a new beginning,” I said. “I know that we’re obviously not going to become friends or anything, but I really hope that we can at least be cordial.”
Marlene’s cheeks pinked. I stood up straight and tall, unable to believe that I’d humbled a woman more than twice my age.
“I hope so, too,” Marlene said. She gave me a small smile. “I’ll let you go, June. I think it’s for the best.”
I nodded. “Marlene?”
She turned around. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for being honest,” I said softly. “I really appreciate it.”
Marlene smiled, looking more relaxed this time. “You’re welcome,” she said. “And again, I really am sorry.”
I watched as Marlene scurried out of the store, no longer the proud and haughty ex-wife. It was strange, but I felt like something actually had changed between us – like somehow, we’d managed to come out on the other side.
By the time I got back to Angela, it was getting late.
“Are you coming home tonight?” Angela raised her eyebrow. “Or are you going to see sexy Mr. March?”
I flushed hotly. “God, I can’t believe how much I called him that,” I said. “But…yeah, I was thinking of going to see Thomas. You don’t mind?”
Angela shook her head. “Not at all,” she said.
I took a cab to Thomas’s penthouse in Manhattan and nervously rode the elevator up by myself, clutching my bags. It was so strange to think that in a very short amount of time, this would be my home, too.
When he opened the door, Thomas grinned at the sight of me. He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me. I stepped into the foyer and dropped my bags. Thomas looked at me with obvious lust in his dark eyes.
“Brett’s not home,” Thomas said. “He’s out with Isabelle.” He grinned wickedly. “They won’t be home for hours.”
I blushed and stepped forward. “Good,” I said softly. “Because I was really hoping to be alone with you.”
“Same,” Thomas said. “Come here.” He held out his arms.
“I’ve missed you,” I admitted in a soft voice, closing my eyes and letting my lashes flutter on my cheek. Thomas sighed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close against his chest. Through my thin dress, I could feel his heart beating. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up for a kiss. When our lips touched, it was like they’d never been apart.
Thomas kissed me with urgency. He slipped his tongue between my lips and caressed my own with his. I moaned softly into his mouth and Thomas grunted and picked me up. Without breaking our kiss, he set me back down on his lap and pressed into my back with his hands. The itchy material of my dress scratched against my skin and made me squirm. Thomas grunted softly and pulled the hemline up, spreading my legs on his lap and wrapping them around his torso. I could feel his muscular body pressing against the sensitive spot between my legs and a wave of desire pushed through me. I groaned softly as Thomas’s hands slid down to my ass and squeezed each cheek firmly.
“I missed you too,” Thomas whispered in my ear when we broke apart. “But don’t tell anyone or I’ll have to do some awful things to you.”
Shivers ran through my body when he said the words ‘awful things.’ I looked up at him with a blush across my face.
“Don’t be too awful,” I teased. “I might not survive to tell the story.”
Thomas growled. “I’ll do anything I want,” he replied. “And you’ll still enjoy it, June. I know you always like what I do to you. You love it, June,” he repeated. Thomas buried a hand in my hair and yanked my head back so we were gazing into each other’s eyes. His dark eyes penetrated my whole body and I felt as though I couldn’t move. I bit my lip, unable to speak. Everything Thomas had said to me was the truth. I loved everything he did, I loved every way that he touched me. I could never manage to think about it afterwards, but he knew how to turn me on like no other man ever had before.
As if reading my mind, Thomas nuzzled my shoulder. “No one can please you like me,” he growled in a low voice. “No one can make you come like I can, June,” he murmured into my body. “You’re all mine, forever.”
I shivered as Thomas’s hands slid over my body. “I know,” I whispered. My own pleas sounded weak in comparison. “I’m yours,” I told him. “And I think you know that.” Thomas growled in response. He leaned forward and kissed me savagely, parting my lips with his tongue and shoving it inside my mouth. I melted against him and moaned softly. Without breaking the kiss, Thomas reached to my back an
d ripped my dress apart with a practiced hand. The tearing of the fabric sounded incredibly loud to me and I felt desire pulse between my legs as I realized soon, I’d be naked on Thomas’s lap. With careful hands, he tugged the shreds of fabric away from my skin and tossed them on the floor. The air inside was chilly and my flesh was instantly pimpled all over. The rough material of Thomas’s shirt scratched against my nipples and sent a whole new frenzy of pleasure through my body.
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