“So did you do it?”
I hesitate. Should I be talking about other guys with my Dom? Screw it.
“I did. But he could barely get it up. After ten minutes I just got up and left. And the whole thing kind of soured me on sex in general for a little while. And now, here we are, and you just gave me the most earth shattering orgasm I’ve had in my life, and now you are spoon feeding me to top it off. I just...I guess I don’t understand ‘the lifestyle’ or whatever you guys call it.”
“Open,” he commands, and he gives me another forkful of salmon. I chew and swallow. “That’s honestly a pretty funny story. Thanks for sharing. I think we all have weird sexual experiences when we start out. It’s not necessarily fun unless you trust the person you are with. It can’t just be anyone, a connection is important.”
I smile and arch an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying I’m not actually that random.”
I hear him take a deep breath. “Rose, the balls you had to walk into my office and ask me to hook up with you. It was inappropriate, but I had to tip my hat to you. You’ve got some pair.”
“Of balls? Or puppies?” I giggle, swaying my chest a little back and forth.
He laughs hard. “Balls. Puppies. Whatever you want to call it.”
I lick my lips. I love the sound of Cole’s voice and especially his laugh. His low timbre reverberates through me and my body tingles. How does he do this to me?
As if reading my mind, he brings the wine glass to my lips and I take another pull. A buzz pulses through me, and I’m honestly not sure if it’s from my post-orgasmic bliss, Cole’s simple presence, or the actual alcohol.
“Is this...what it’s like? The lifestyle? I don’t understand,” I admit. “Like, what exactly are we doing here? Shit...is it okay if I ask that? Is that like, against the rules. I’ve read a few D/s books, aren’t we supposed to take it seriously?”
I hear him refilling our wine glasses.
“You really are a curious girl, aren’t you?” He swallows a pull. I’ve become so finely attuned to my sense of hearing with a blindfold on. Although I admit, I’m longing to see Cole in all of his shirtless glory.
“Yes. I mean, I’m just curious what BDSM really involves. I feel like it gets talked about so much. But what does it actually mean in reality? Does it mean that you kneel in front of me and give me orgasms for days, then tie me up and feed me? If so, count me in,” I smile. “But this doesn’t feel like I thought it would.”
“What did you think it would feel like?”
“I don’t know. I thought you would be, like, just using me as your sexual fucktoy and stuff,” I laugh. “I didn’t know it would be about giving me pleasure too.”
“A good Dom takes care of his sub how he sees fit.”
“And how, exactly, do you see fit to take care of me?” I lean forward on the table as best I can with my arms behind my back, popping my boobs out to tease him.
“Right now, I’m making sure you’ve got plenty of food. And that you’re well rested. You’ve got a long night ahead of you,” he growls. He opens my mouth with his hand, and puts a large forkful of fish in my mouth, then closes it. He nibbles on my ear while I chew. “I’m loading you up so you’ll be able to last a while tomorrow while you’re chained to my bed.”
“Oh,” I say after I swallow. “Alrighty then.”
“Do you want some time tonight, to write in your journal? I know that’s important to you.”
“Whatever pleases you, Sir,” I say.
“It would please me. I love how smart you are and I want you to take some notes tonight while you are here this weekend. You know, since I’m your little experiment.”
A pit forms in my stomach. I don’t like thinking of him like that. On the other hand, as much as I like just shooting the shit with Cole, we’re here for a reason. Because I want him to show me the ropes.
Literally.
“What happens if I disobey you?” I ask, and my voice catches a little.
“Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Just curious.”
“That’s not an option,” he says, and a chill runs over me.
We finish eating the salmon and the asparagus. It’s damn delicious, and he even throws in a side of mashed potatoes that I didn’t see coming to round out the meal.
We chat for a while after the meal. He even releases my binding behind my back, so I’m free to drink wine on my own. He says I’ve been a good little girl so far, and I’ve earned it. I lean back and enjoy our time, weird as it is, blindfolded with my professor.
I giggle again, and he asks me what I am thinking.
“You know, I’m wondering what everyone would think if they saw us like this. You, my professor, and me, the innocent ‘virgin’ prude that all my classmates know me as. I just wonder what they’d think.”
“Rose,” he says, and puts his hand on my forearm. “I’m going to give you an unsolicited piece of advice. Most people--eighty percent, I’d say--are totally full of shit. They make fun of other people for living their lives, and meanwhile, everyone’s into some weird shit, I guarantee you that. Not saying that what we’re doing is weird, I’m just saying, people throw stones from glass houses. Do you know how much porn was watched last year on the internet?”
“A lot, I’d guess,” I say, and I take another swig of my wine. We’re on the second bottle, and I feel really fucking good. Cole’s voice is like butter to me, and I’m getting hornier by the second just listening to him talk. How the hell did I get so lucky? It makes no sense to me.
“Last year, people watched fourteen billion hours of porn. And that’s only in the United States. People have proclivities, they just like to pretend they are better than other people, and pass judgment. But behind closed doors, we’re all the same. Don’t let anyone judge you, Rose. My God, I mean, you’re perfect. The guy who ends up with you--damn if he didn’t hit the lottery. Fuck, Rose. You’re making me hard right now just sitting there. You realize how hot you are, right?”
I start to take deep breaths. My heart speeds up. “Professor...Cole...Sir,” I whisper. “Fuck, I don’t know what to call you. Can I please ask a favor.” My breath catches.
“Yes, you can.”
“Can I please see you?” I say, and there is begging in my voice. “I want to see your eyes. Your lashes. God Cole. I want to experience all of you. In living color.”
“You really want to see me,” he growls. “Well tell me first, what do you imagine I look like. I want to hear it from you. I want to hear what’s going into that little notebook of yours when you write about me.”
“Can I touch you while I tell you?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I push my chair back and stand up. “First, I love your hair. God, this stuff is so thick,” I say, and run my hand through it. “You definitely weren’t short changed by the hair Gods.”
He laughs. “You’re too kind.”
“I’m just being honest.” My breast accidentally brushes against his arm and it sends tingles through my whole body. “But I also love your jaw. It’s like, a model jaw. It makes no sense to me that you are a professor with a jaw like that.” I run my hand over him. “Why did you decide to become one anyway?”
He puts his hand on my hip. Fuck. So close to my pussy. Well, not that close. God I want him to do what he did to me again, now. This man.
“It doesn’t matter.” I feel him shrug, dismissive. “I don’t like talking about it all that much. Probably just a random choice.”
“Really? Just a random thing? Okay. Well, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I get it. There are things about me I don’t like to talk about either.”
He grunts. “Alright. Fuck. I’m a dick if I don’t tell you. But, fuck, Rose, we are really getting to know each other. I’m okay with it though. Sit,” he says, and pats his lap. I sit down, and he’s only got boxers on. I can feel his sizeable cock through the cotton cloth.
“You kno
w, when I was young, my aunt got cancer, and died early. My mom was all broken up about it, so I wanted to be a cancer researcher when I was little, and the idea stuck. Plus, I wanted to get out of this damn small town.”
I lean my forehead against his. “Yeah, I feel that. I wouldn’t mind getting the hell out of Blackwell, too. So you’re a cancer researcher now? Is that what you do when you’re not teaching?”
He sighs. “No. When I was at Harvard, they didn’t let me into med school. I had to choose psychology as a backup. I’ve always felt like a bit of a failure because of that.”
“A failure? But you went to Harvard.”
He runs a hand up and down my back. It feels soothing. I lean my body on his shoulder. “There’s always a bigger fish, I guess. Anyways. I think you were telling me what you love most about me before we got off track. But now I’m kind of curious...what about you? What made you want to be a sex therapist?”
I sigh. “It’s a little ridiculous. I fully admit it. But, well, you wouldn’t know it from the outside looking in at my parents. I mean, they seem like the perfect professor couple. But ever since I was little, I’ve noticed something is off with them. I don’t know what, exactly. But they aren’t very affectionate toward each other. I always thought it was normal until I got older and saw a few of my friends’ parents who were actually really into each other making out and stuff. I just don’t know what their deal is. It’s weird--I would never ask them about it because they’re my parents, but I want to make sure other couples have kick ass sex lives and be happy.”
“I see,” Cole growls. “Freud would have a field day with you, you know. I admire that, though. For such a dirty girl, you are quite a sweetheart.”
I shrug and lean my tits into him. “It’s why I want you to show me what it’s like to be happy sexually. So far, you’re doing a damn good job of it.”
“So you really want to learn more about what it is to be a good sub? Do you think that’s the key to a happy relationship or something?”
“I just want to experiment. Now can I pretty please take this blindfold off? Sir.” I smile, and move my lips teasingly close to Cole’s.
“You’ve been such a good girl, so I’ll allow it. After you finish telling me what you like about me. You really have some undiagnosed ADD, don’t you.”
I giggle. “Oh, it’s been diagnosed. But let’s see. I like your chest. It’s so muscular, and you’ve got just enough hair on it for me to know I’m dealing with a man and not a boy. But not too much.” I run my hand along his chest, fingering circles around his nipples.
“I like your abs. I think I could literally wash clothes on here.” I trace the outline of his eight pack.
He stays silent as I let my hand drop lower. “I love your ‘V’. The way your abs cave into your hips.” I run my hand on both sides of his obliques, and they are just as hard as I remember.
“I also love this trail of a few hairs that starts below your belly button.” I stand up, because the angle is getting awkward for me to feel him. I run my hand under the waistband of his boxer shorts until I just barely touch the base of his cock.
“The trails leads me to my favorite part of you.” I wrap my hand around it, underneath his boxers. “This.”
“So you just like me for my cock, is what you’re telling me?” he grunts, and I need this damn blindfold off so I can see the smirk on his face. His lips. I forgot to tell him how beautiful his lips are.
“You’ve got me so damn wet, Cole. Will you please just let me see you. Sir.”
“God you are fucking adorable when you beg. Do it some more.”
“I’ve had such a fun time with you tonight. I love how you make me feel and what you can do to me. I need to pinch myself to remind myself that this is real. This is really happening. As crazy as all this is, you’re my professor, I want you so bad, and we’re really doing this.”
“On your knees.”
I drop to my knees on the floor. His legs are spread, and I’ve got my arms draped over them. “Like this?”
“Good. Now take off my boxers.”
“Okay.” I do as he says, and with a little help from him I pull them down so they fall to the floor. “Now what?”
I know I have the use of my arms and I can just reach up and take my blindfold off. But at the same time, I can’t. It’s like he’s got a spell over me. I need his approval first.
He runs his hand over my hair and pushes some strands behind my ears. He pulls the blindfold off and he’s staring down at me, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Now, little Rose, I’m going to show you how a good girl takes her man’s cock. Are you ready for this?”
“Yes,” I whimper, and grab hold of his dick.
Chapter Twelve - Rose
I knew before that Professor Hanks had a big cock, but holding the thing, it’s a whole different story. It’s huge. I wonder how I managed to fit the thing in my mouth earlier.
I stroke it a few times and he groans. For being on my knees, I feel strangely powerful. I feel like I’ve got the ability in my hands--literally, in my hands--to make a very dominant man’s toes curl at my leisure.
“I’m going to teach you all about what a man wants. What he likes.”
“Please teach me Professor Hanks.”
He smiles. “I do like it when you call me Professor. You can’t quite decide what you want to call me, can you? Professor, Sir, or Cole. Oh, fuck, that feels good. Keep doing that.”
I stroke the length of his cock slowly, from tip to base.
“I’m a little confused,” I admit. “It’s like there are a few different versions of you. I mean I met you as my professor, so that’s obvious. I like it when I’m your sub, and you’re my Sir. But sometimes, I just feel like we’re two people, living in the world, and you happen to be a few years older than me.”
“Six years older,” he corrects.
I shrug and smile. “My grandmother is ten years younger than my Grandfather. They seem pretty happy.”
“Enough chatty Kathy,” he growls. “Time for you to shut up and suck my cock.”
“Yes Sir,” I whimper, and lick him up and down the sides.
“Yes, just like that.”
I wrap my lips around him and bob up and take him in my mouth, high on my buzz. On Cole’s voice. On this. Whatever this is, that I can’t really seem to figure out.
Cole leans back and relaxes while I do the work. He moans and grunts, and I can’t help but feel powerful for being the one who forces him to make those noises.
“Your mouth is so soft. So sweet, Rose. Eyes up here, though.” I open up my eyes and force myself to concentrate on him. It’s tough to put my eyes on him while I’m working his cock, but I love watching him watch me. His eyes roll back in his head and he moans a little. “Goddamn, you’re a professional, Rose,” he grunts.
I take my mouth off of him and gasp. “I’m a professional? A professional what?”
“A professional pleaser,” he smirks. “Now stand up.”
I stand. He leans back in his chair and gives me an up and down.
“What?” I ask, wondering what he’s looking at.
“You told me what I like about you. It’s only fair I tell you the same. And as I tell you, I want you to show yourself off to me. Got it?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Well the first thing I fucking love about you Rose, is your face. Your eyes. Your look. From the moment I saw you walk into my classroom I loved them.”
“I’m not like, traditionally pretty though. Not like Liz,” I blurt out, and soon as I do I regret it. Why would I even bring her up? Then again, maybe it’s the booze talking. I’m saying anything and everything that’s on my mind right now.
“Maybe you don’t look like an airbrushed model, sure. But your face is just amazing. You’ve got that ‘look,’ like I said, that just makes me wonder how you’ll feel when you’re screaming underneath me.”
I moan a little, and I feel the heat rush betwee
n my legs. “That’s the weirdest compliment I’ve ever received.”
“Yeah? Well I’m not done,” he growls, and stands up, still stroking his fully erect cock that sticks straight out from his body. I take a step back, suddenly scared. When he stands I’m reminded of how intimidating his physical presence is. This is a man twice my size. And the look in his eyes is positively devilish. I put my hand over my heart.
“I love your tits, Rose. You certainly didn’t get short-changed when God was handing them out. Show them to me.”
I realize my hand is slightly covering up my boobs, not because I’m ashamed of them, but because I’m feeling my own heart beat. It’s throbbing. I let my hand slide down and off my chest, then rub them with my hands a little.
“Like this?”
“That’s it,” he says, using the saliva I left behind as he strokes himself, his eyes still locked on me. He takes a couple steps toward me, closing the space between us that I’d created. He runs his free hand over my breasts, softly caressing them.
“I love how good you are at taking orders,” he smirks.
“I’m just really malleable,” I smile.
The corners of his mouth quirk upward. “And a damn quick learner, too.”
“Fuck, I like everything about you. But let’s not forget this.” He slides a hand from my breasts down to my stomach, stopping just short of my opening.
“My…” My breath catches, but I don’t say the word out loud.
“Say it,” he mouths.
“My pussy,” I whisper.
“That’s right. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” I breathe without hesitation. Cole is so close to me I can feel the warmth of his body, his breath, and his hand bumps into my thigh as he strokes himself.
“Good girl. Now go sit on the kitchen table. And spread your legs for me.”
I walk over to the table and move the second bottle of wine, which is still half full.
“Should I clean everything up?” I ask.
“No,” Cole says, and pushes everything to one end. “Now. Sit.”
There is a hint of desperation in his voice. I jump up, spin around, and face him.
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