As I turn the key in the lock, I hear a grumbling noise.
“Was that your stomach?” I ask.
She blushes a little. “I’m hungry all of a sudden. Oh my gosh, what are we going to eat out here?”
“You got my text about bringing the food, right? The cabin has nothing.” The look on my face is of utter concern.
“No!” she blurts as I push the door open. “You never told me that.”
“Just kidding,” I say as we step inside. “I came earlier today and stocked the shelves.”
She lets out a relieved breath, then rolls her eyes in my direction. “Dick.”
I smirk. “Come on, you know me better than to make us starve.” Inside, the university cabin is smallish--just one floor. Though it has four different dorm-style rooms so that multiple residents can stay here if they want. The main living area has a fireplace, a sofa, and a bookshelf with a ton of big, thick books--the kinds of research textbooks that probably took those authors years of their lives to write.
“Good, Professor Hanks. Because I am very hungry. Like ravenous.” Her voice is soft, and it turns me on. She runs her hands across the bookshelf. I love watching her. Her natural curiosity has a way of making me more curious--something I’ve lost in the last year. “And I know you like to eat. I did see you put down that burger at the Watering Hole.”
“You were watching me eat? Creep.”
“Yeah, I was watching. Kept stealing glances at you between listening to my mom bitch about my dad.”
That piques my curiosity. I haven’t told Rose about her mom’s advances, and I don’t plan on it. Still, I wonder about Dean Allison and her husband. Where did they go wrong? But I don’t want to talk about her parents right now, so I change the subject.
“Anyways, with all of the physical activity we are going to be taking part in this weekend, we’re going to need a lot of replenishment.”
“Well what are we having tonight?”
“Pussy,” I growl, licking my lips. I wonder if she gets wet from just the thought of my tongue on her. The way she’s trembling right now, I don’t doubt it. “Or maybe I’ll save that for dessert. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Or you could just feast.” She tosses her head back against the bookcase, and she has no idea she’s my ultimate fantasy right now. Voluptuous nerd girl in a crop top that says ‘Misfit’ on it, standing next to a bookshelf. She looks like a hot nerdy librarian intern.
“Yeah, there are a ton of good books on that shelf. Long, thick, deep books,” I growl, the innuendo clear.
She laughs, and her giggle is food for my soul. “You have such a dirty mind. I wonder what Liz would...what the students would say if they knew.”
“If they knew what? My love for literature? That’s hardly a secret.” I take a step toward her, cup her hip, and pull her into me for a kiss.
“Goddamn it Professor Hanks...Cole,” she whispers. “I’m calling you Cole from now on.”
“Except when you call me Sir,” I groan, running a hand through her thick, dark hair.
“Oh yeah?” she mewls, licking her lips. “What else do you want me to do, Sir?”
I smile. This gorgeous fucking woman trusts me so much, she’ll do whatever I say she should do. And I have just the fucking thing. Her eyes follow me closely as I unzip my duffle bag, reach inside, and pull out laced black underwear with a word across the front.
“You’ll be wearing this, and only this, during our time here. Well, this and your matching top.”
“What do you mean, matching?”
She holds the panties out, and her eyes widen. She reads the text aloud. “Cole’s.”
I run my hand up and down her body. Move close to her, and whisper in her ear. “Rose, you’re going to wear these all weekend. A constant reminder of who your pussy belongs to.” I growl the next part. “Any violations will be dealt with severely. Do you understand?”
She swallows. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Now put that on while I make you dinner.”
I head over to the kitchen, take out the seasonings, and start preheating the oven. In grad school I became quite the seafood cook, so tonight I’m making baked salmon with the world’s best potatoes.
In the living room, Rose does as she’s told like a good little sub. She wiggles out of her damn jeans right in front of the fire, then puts on her underwear while I watch from the kitchen.
Once the salmon is in the oven, I walk over to her. “And don’t forget, this is mine, too.” I give her ass a slap so firm, it leaves a handprint. She whimpers. “And I’ll be taking it whenever I want, Rose. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
“Where are you from, Rose?”
“Blackwell,” she whispers.
“Good. Now get on your knees. Misfit.”
She kneels on the carpet. “Like this?”
I unzip my duffle bag and take out a black blindfold. I walk back over to her, and wave it in front of her face.
I wrap it around her eyes as she kneels with her hands at her sides like the good little girl she is.
I look at this beauty, on her knees blindfolded on the carpet. So full of innocence. I grab a full lock of her hair and inhale. She’s like a fucking sculpture, waiting to be molded to my cock.
“Rose, you are so fucking malleable,” I grin. “It’s adorable.”
“Malleable? What does that mean?”
The fucking innocence she has. I’m going to teach this girl so much more than just big words. I bend down and whisper in her ear. “It means I’m about to be the catalyst who turns you into his beautiful little slut.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers, smiling. “Professor Hanks, I love it when you use big words.” Even blindfolded, her eyes seemed to lock on my cock, which is rapidly expanding in my jeans. “You want big words? I’ll give you some big fucking words. But first, time for another toy. Take your shirt off.”
I watch as she works her crop top off, exposing her breasts.
“No bra today?”
She snickers. “I wanted you to have easy access to them when you wanted.”
I reach into my bag and pull out a cloth tie this time. “Hands behind your back,” I command. She does as she’s told and I tie her hands behind her, tight enough that she can’t move them. When I tie the knot, it makes her tits pop out even more the way she arches her back.
“Rose, you look so fucking gorgeous right now. You look stunning. Your tits-shit. Those are the kind of tits that men start wars over. And that mouth. You have particularly beautiful lips.” I lean down and kiss her as lightly as I can. She trembles and leans forward. I back away. “Little Rose, when your Professor gives you a compliment, you say, thank you,” I smirk.
“Thank you, Sir,” she says. I appreciate her use of that particular pronoun. She’s a girl who respects the game. Which is good, because this game’s about to get a whole lot more interesting right now. For both of us.
“Rose, tell me, who does this belong to?” I rub the outside of her thigh and land my hand on the front of her panties, where they say my name.
“You.”
“Say it. In a full sentence.”
“This pussy belongs to you.” She pauses. “Cole.”
I don’t know what she intends to insinuate, fluctuating between Cole and Sir and Professor. Somehow though, I think maybe she’s just speaking the way she feels in the moment. I’m okay with it.
“Good. How wet are you right now?”
“Almost too wet not to have your cock in me.”
I chuckle. Almost. She can compliment me and challenge me in one swoop. I’ll have to remember that one. I take off my boots, unzip my jeans, and stare at her as she sits on her heels. Without the ability to see, she’s listening acutely to everything around her. She hears my boots knocking on the ground when I set them down. My jeans as I unzip them. My cock as it flops out of my briefs.
“Open your mouth,” I tell her.
She op
ens as she’s told. I stroke my cock, inches from her mouth. “Stick your tongue out.”
She does, and I watch her tits rise and fall, her tongue out, as she breathes. “Gorgeous,” I mutter. I flop my cock down onto her tongue and hit her a few times, letting her feel the weight of the hard flesh.
I can’t wait any longer. I guide my thick cock in between her lips, letting her taste the tip. “Mmm,” she moans.
I push in and pull out a few times, giving her a few repetitions to get her mouth adjusted to the girth. This time, I go in a little bit deeper, letting her swirl her tongue around my shaft. When I pull out, she inhales, short of breath. “Are you ready for me to fuck your face, Rose?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. She leans forward and wraps her lips around my cock, assuaging any concern that she might not be ready for this with her enthusiasm. I lean my hips forward and bounce in rhythm with her bobbing mouth. My cock’s never felt as good as it has in this very moment, with Rose’s soft tongue rubbing underneath my shaft. I’m hitting the roof of her mouth, but she still takes me deep. She takes me in and out until my cock is dripping with precum. Some of it rolls down her chin.
“Rose, you’re a fucking natural at this.” Maybe I’m her Professor, but she’s the one who’s showing me a new thing or two that tongues can do.
“Mmm,” she moans again as she takes me deep in her throat. Her shoulders lean outward, as if her hands want to escape their cloth tie. She wants to wrap her cute little fingers around my cock. I know it.
I pull out, and she gratefully gasps for air.
“Rose, stand up.”
She does as she’s told, with some hesitation. I run a finger from her cheek down to her thighs. She trembles. This is one of those moments a man has to ask himself, ‘how the fuck did I get so lucky?’
Why did she come to me, of all people? What drew her here, to me? And what spurs me on to risk my career to be with her?
She trembles as I pull her panties down and kneel at her feet. I kiss around her pussy, lingering on the neatly cut landing strip she sports. Eventually my kisses find their way up her stomach to her tits, and her neck, before landing on her cheek. “Little Rose, I’m so excited to spend this weekend with you. Your clit is going to be swollen by Sunday. So sore, you’re going to take a few days off from physical activity,” I smirk.
She smiles. “And if I don’t want days off?”
“Then I’ll just have to fuck this pussy raw.”
I smatter kisses down her torso until I’m between her legs. I plunge my tongue inside her and she whimpers.
She tastes like honey. I lap her up.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Cole. If I’m a natural...you’re a fucking all-star. I’m so close.”
I plunge two fingers inside her pussy, and curl them just right to hit the spot inside her I know she needs. I use my other hand to steady her, wrapping it around her hip. She sounds so feminine as she moans, and it spurs me on even more. I flick my tongue against her swollen clit and let her wrap herself around my fingers. I can feel her clenching. As her cries crescendo, I have an existential moment, where I wonder if maybe I’ve finally found the purpose of my being on this earth: to make Rose scream.
“Mah…” she drawls, and I wonder if it’s the first syllable of the word Master. “Cole, God yes. Right there. Please don’t stop.”
My cheek muscles tense because I’m smiling so hard. She’s even polite when she’s about to orgasm.
“Oh damn, oh damn. Ah!” she cries out.
A few moments later, she nudges the side of my head with her thigh. “Cole. I mean Sir. Please stop. I mean...hammock or whatever.”
I remove my face from between her legs, and pull my fingers out from inside of her. She stands there, chest heaving in deep breaths. I get up from my knees. I give her a moment’s respite, and pull her blindfold up to her forehead so she can see me use my forearm to wipe her juices off my face.
“Holy shit,” she exclaims, examining my forearm. “Did I really come that much?”
I smirk. “I think this arrangement is going to be just fine, Rose, don’t you?”
She nods, and I resist the urge to kiss her. I’m becoming dangerously into Rose, and not just as a sub. Maybe all we technically did so far tonight, was I made her come like a rockstar, sure. Still, something about her cute innocence makes me wonder what we’d be like together as a real couple, not just this benefits situation she’s asked me to help her out with.
Instead of kissing her, I run my finger along her jawline while I think my thoughts about how perfect she is. And how we haven’t told a single soul outside of the two of us what we are doing. There is only the video I took of her before we started.
“What?” She giggles, and I love how her eyes sparkle. “You’re thinking about something, Cole. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me.”
I swallow but say nothing. Feelings are surfacing that I’m not sure what to do with. Luckily, I’m a man, and I do what men are best at: push those thoughts down into some recess of my mind and try not to poke at them. I think about the superficial. Rose’s creamy, smooth skin. Her great tits. Her luscious lips.
“Nothing,” I say, shrugging. “I’m not thinking about anything.”
“I don’t believe you,” she squints. “Tell me.”
My heartbeat picks up. I’m not ready for this conversation. In the background, I hear a faint beeping, and I’m thankful I have an easy out to end this conversation.
“The salmon’s ready,” I say like it’s the most important news of the whole night. I slip a pair of boxers back on before I walk into the kitchen to get it out of the oven.
“I hope it’s not burned,” she says.
I smile. “Put the blindfold back on, sub!” I say with my Dom voice, and she giggles. I wonder what the guys back in the club on the East coast would think, me laughing with a sub on day one. They took that shit so seriously. With Rose, it feels more playful than serious.
“I can’t. Hello, my arms are tied?” she arches her eyebrows.
I flip the blindfold over her eyes and lead her into the dining room.
Chapter Eleven - Rose
How hard my body shook when Cole made me come confirmed I had chosen the right man to be my friend with benefits. Dom with benefits. Whatever we were calling it.
He leads me by the hand into the dining room, pulls me down, and carefully eases me into a wooden chair. I still feel the warmth between my legs from the fire that had erupted between them moments ago.
Cole whistles while he works in the kitchen. I hear a drawer slide open, and a couple of glasses clink. Plates rattle, and he sets two on the table along with silverware. I hear a bottle of wine pop, and the smell of the grapes are strong as he pours it. When he opens the oven, the smell of salmon wafts toward me.
“Dinner is served, Little Rose,” he says, and I can hear him slide two pieces of the fish onto our plates. “Baked salmon with asparagus. Normally I like mine a little medium rare, but this fish had some extra time in the oven so it’s more like medium well. Guess that was bound to happen, though.”
With nothing to focus my eyes on, I shift my posture in the seat, and turn my head in the direction of his voice. “Thank you, Sir,” I say, reminding myself that this is a Dom-sub situation. “It smells delicious.”
“This is what you get when you’re a good girl and come nice and hard for me,” Cole growls, and then takes me by surprise when he plants a firm kiss on my lips, sending a chill reverberating over my entire body. He lets me go, then I hear the legs of his chair pull out and Cole sits next to me.
“So, how does this work? How am I supposed to eat with no hands?”
“I feed you. What do you want?”
I giggle. “Okay. Wow, interesting. So you’re like my servant right now.”
He laughs. “Sure. Whatever you want to call it. I like taking care of you Rose.”
“Okay. First, some wine.”
He puts a hand on my chin and slowly guides the g
lass to my lips. I lean my head back and take a couple of healthy gulps, coating my throat. It’s a full red and the slightest of burns feel good on my throat going down.
“Thanks,” I say, and I think back to my previous sexual experience for some reason. I snort.
“What is it?” Cole asks.
“Oh, nothing. Can I have a piece of salmon please? I’m starving. Mmm that wine is delicious though.”
I hear the fork scraping against the plate. “Open,” Cole says.
I open my mouth like I’m at the dentist and I’m doing everything but saying ‘ahh.’
Cole places the tender fish on my tongue. I close my mouth, the fork slides out, and I chew.
“Delicious! You can cook. Wow.”
“My mom taught me a few tricks,” he says.
I chew and I hear him drinking and eating. “Rose, you’re thinking of something,” he says. “I can tell. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”
“How do you know?”
“You look tense. Your body language. I need to make sure you are comfortable with me. If you’re not comfortable, I’m not either, that’s how this works.”
“More wine, please,” I say, and Cole indulges me.
I take a deep breath. “Okay. You want to know what I’m thinking? I’ll tell you. As best I can. I’m just a little worried you’ll think I’m crazy. I don’t exactly go around sharing my inner-most thoughts with every person I meet on the street. But I trust you for some reason.”
“You can trust me. Go on.”
“Well, I’m sittin here naked, tied up. And first, I’m thinking about the other time a guy went down on me. We were pretty drunk, and he went down on me for five minutes but I really couldn’t feel anything. And then after that...I’m not sure you want to hear me talking about other guys. Is this okay?”
“It’s fine. Go on.”
“Well, after he went down on me for five minutes he was like ‘okay! My turn!’ Like we were checking each other for ticks or something like that.”
He laughs. “You’re funny, you know that?”
“Sure, people have told me I’m funny looking.”
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