He wraps my body up with his arm and kisses me. I’m delirious as he plunders my mouth with his tongue, and explores everywhere he can find on my body with his hands. My neck, back, thighs, ass--he’s needy for my body, like a teenager in the back of the car with his prom date.
Except this prom date’s about to end in something much better than a half hearted hand job.
“I’m so wet,” I mutter. “Will you please just fuck me already? Please,” I mewl.
Cole bites his lip and stares at me. “Fuck yes. Lean back.”
I lean back onto the wooden kitchen table, the tablecloth providing a tiny respite for the hard surface. Cole brings my legs up to his shoulders and lines his cock right to my slit, sliding the head back and forth a couple of times. We both stare at the place where my opening meets his cock in anticipation.
He pushes his tip into me, spreading me apart. I curve my head back, arch my body, and moan.
“Oh yes,” I murmur. He pushes inside a few inches, pulls out, then thrusts in again.
The ecstasy begins. This feels so much better than the first time. I close my eyes and let him take control.
He starts slow, working his cock into me in shallow pumps, giving my body time to adjust to his size. Even though we’ve fucked before, I still need time for my body to accept how thick and long his cock is.
After a few minutes, I’m more relaxed, and he thrusts harder, goes deeper. I clench around him. “So damn tight, Little Rose,” he growls.
“So damn big,” I return.
He pulls my body in closer to him, and, still standing, he intensifies his thrusts until he’s fucking me with everything he’s got. He’s a fucking animal, slapping his hips against me and I’m screaming out into the woods of Blackwell, no one around for miles to hear me, luckily. He feels so good, and I have a moment of realization.
This is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is what sex is supposed to be.
It’s glorious. I lose myself in the moment, gripping his arms as he thrusts into me over and over again.
I think I might come, but he rips his cock out of me without notice.
“Get off the table and bend over,” he bellows.
I jump down off the table, turn around, and present my ass to him.
“That’s a good Little Rose,” he says, and pushes his cock back into my pussy, still slick with my juices. He grunts, and plows into me.
I moan as he loses himself in me. My pleasure escalates, and I feel a hard slap on my ass right as I’m reaching the top of the ladder. “Ow,” I coo.
“You like that, Rose? You like it when I’m a little rough?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Do it again.”
He smacks me again on the other cheek right as he thrusts especially deep into me, and I’m about to come.
“Cole, may I come?” I beg. “I’m so close.”
He grabs a bunch of my hair with his fists and yanks me toward him a little. His body is hot to the touch. His cock is so hard inside me, touching parts of me I never thought were possible. “You can come if you tell me one more time who this pussy belongs to.”
“You!” I yell. “It belongs to you! Cole.”
“Fuck yes it does. Now come, baby, come all over me.”
He grabs my hips with his hands and I love everything about this. I love how powerful he is behind me. I love how the scents of the sweat from our two bodies meld together. I love the slap slap slap sound of skin on skin, and the feeling of his balls smacking against the outside of my clit as he hammers into me.
A plate falls off the table and shatters. I scream so loud, I want the whole world to hear how amazing this orgasm is, how this man is officially breaking me in.
I squeeze my cunt as the orgasm lashes through me. My legs quiver as I come so hard I can barely breathe.
He doesn’t stop rocking into me after I’m done, and I wonder if I might build up to another orgasm.
I also wonder if I can even handle another one.
Cole is relentless though, big and hard and strong as he pounds me against the table, using me how he said he would.
Training me to be his professional pleaser.
His hands rub everywhere on my body--my back, my ass, my thighs, the sides of my hips. He smacks my ass again, harder this time, and I cry out.
“Gonna come,” he grunts. “On your knees.”
He pulls out and I drop to my knees, my face at his cock level. “Make me come on your tits,” he says.
I grab his slick, engorged cock and pump it. Cole groans like I’ve never heard him before, and I realize that, ironically, I’m the one in the position of power here.
I wrap my lips around his cock, and all it takes is a few seconds before I feel his cock twitch.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he mutters.
I crank his cock with one hand and cup his balls with the other, making the moment all the more hot as I slide back and forth across his length. He leans back, I aim him at my tits, and he shoots for what seems like days. My eyes are wide at the amount of cum he’s just unloaded on me.
When he’s done, we pause, breathing hard. I giggle a little. I scoop a glob of cum off and lick it while looking up at him. “This actually tastes delicious,” I say. “You must have a pretty good diet.”
He chuckles. “I eat a lot of fruit,” he winks.
I collapse onto my butt, and it’s then I notice how symbolic this position is. When I look up, he’s smirking down on me.
“Let’s go to bed, Rose.”
I nod, and stand up. “I should clean myself up, though,” I say, looking down at my tits.
“I do like you dirty,” he says, and plants a firm kiss on my lips. “But let’s jump in the shower.”
Cole seems to take great pleasure in making sure he’s covered every inch of me with soap. After he’s made sure I’m squeaky clean, he scrubs himself down before we both rinse off. He turns off the water, then reaches out and grabs a towel to wrap me up in. We both dry ourselves off, then collapse in bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Before I fall asleep, I realize that I’ve completely fallen for a man I can’t have. I don’t want anyone else anymore. I asked Professor Hanks to show me the ropes of great sex, and now he’s set the bar so damn high, I doubt anyone else would ever come close.
Chapter Thirteen - Rose
Saturday morning in the cabin, I awaken to the sounds of birds chirping and my Professor sleeping soundly at my side. Through the shades I can make out how the sun is barely lighting the sky. There is no clock in the bedroom.
I think to check my phone, but then I can’t remember where I left it. Phones? I hadn’t thought for a minute about my phone last night. I was too busy having a blindfold over me while Professor Hanks fed me.
And fucked.
Since I don’t know what time it is, I lay back down in bed and shut my eyes hard, trying to sleep. I can feel the heat from Professor Hanks’ body radiating. My heart beats twice the usual rate just being next to him, even though he’s unconscious. I can’t help but let my mind wander.
What does he see in little old me? An awkward brunette. A ‘towny’ as the Blackwell students so affectionately refer to those of us who were born and raised here.
I wonder why he’s taken the time to ‘train’ me, or even just to be with me.
His chest moves up and down, a white sheet barely covering half of his body. Over his crotch, it looks as though a tent is being pitched straight up in the air.
I’m curious to see.
I slide the sheet slowly downward. He groans and grumbles and I pause, worried I’m going to wake him up.
I’m not going to do anything. He’s the one training me, anyway. If he wakes up I can just pretend the cover fell off.
A cool morning breeze blows into the room, and I’m happy we decided not to turn on the A/C last night. It is a particularly cool day for the summer in Blackwell. I wonder if the fact that the cabin is on the lake has anything to do with it.
My mouth go
es dry as I pull the sheet all the way off, revealing what was pitching the tent.
Professor Hanks growls like a bear being disturbed in his cave, and I react by staying as still as a statue.
I swallow. I’m certainly learning something new right now. I didn’t know it was possible to have a full blown erection in your sleep.
I glance at my question journal on the nightstand. I didn’t get to write yesterday. This is so ridiculous. I can’t wake Professor Hanks up now. He’ll know I’m stalking him in his sleep. But then what does it matter? He brought me here.
Somehow I can’t bring myself to touch him. I grab my journal and lay on my stomach across the bed, propping myself up on my elbows, just staring at him as he sleeps in all his nakedness. I try to let my imagination wander as I write down whatever comes to mind.
Does Professor Hanks always sleep like this?
Do doms let their subs touch them in the night if they haven’t discussed it first? (I assume the reverse is fine)
What were the chances of a man so handsome being born?
How big is it, really?
I chuckle a little writing that.
Would my orgasms be as strong if I’d let someone else take my virginity.
I shudder a little bit, and for some reason thoughts of Brandon Morrissey run through my mind.
If Professor Hanks and I had a baby, what are the chances it would have his beautiful eyes?
My heartbeat speeds up again and I shut my book.
I’m not that girl who dreams about weddings and babies. It’s just not me.
Well, okay, maybe once I thought about who I’d invite to my wedding. But trust me. It was just the one time.
I’m silly. I need to forget about the future with Professor Hanks. He was so reluctant to even accept the job of taking my virginity and training me. Any silly dreams of a future with him are just that--silly dreams.
I crawl back toward him and listen to him breathe.
He’s not a snorer.
When I made a list of my future husband last year (okay admit it, I did make that list) “not snoring” was number five. Call me crazy, but I love a good night’s sleep, even ahead of number six “enough money to send our kids to a college other than Blackwell.”
My palms sweat. I can’t take this anymore. Just one touch. He won’t wake up. He’ll never know.
I put my finger on his thigh. I add a finger.
His skin is warm. His leg is so muscular, he probably doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t react at all and I add my whole hand.
Nothing. He’s a deep sleeper.
His cock isn’t totally hard, but it’s definitely not soft. I can’t help but wonder...if I touch it, will he wake up?
Or will he get hard in his sleep?
I have to do this. For the good of my research.
I hover over it with my free hand and my mouth. I can’t help it.
I lick it once. Twice. Three times.
Professor Hanks open his eyes ever so slightly and sees what I’m doing.
“Rose,” he groans. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I’ve got no answer for him, so I do the only thing I can think of. I take him in my mouth.
He grunts louder this time, and I can literally feel him hardening in my mouth, pressing harder against my tongue.
“Good morning to you too,” he groans and takes my hair in his hand to keep it from getting in the way as I bob up and down on him.
I switch positions and move in closer to him. Kneeling, I pump his slick cock with my hands and slurp his hardness with my tongue.
“Oh fuck, Rose. Fuck that’s good,” he groans. “Quick fucking learner aren’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I breathe, not stopping from the task at hand.
I bob and suck and let him fuck my mouth. He puts his hips into it. I like it.
“You like sucking my cock like that Rose? I’m impressed how much you are able to...oh fuck.” He yanks my head off his cock by the hair and I take a greedy breath, still gripping his base.
“Why’d you do that?” I moan, arching an eyebrow.
“Because, Rose,” he pauses. “You haven’t earned my cum. Not yet.”
“What do I have to do to?”
Professor Hanks scooches off the bed. He cocks his head and stands staring at me for a moment. The morning sunlight makes his body glow and accentuates his muscles.
“Nice morning,” he says, glancing out the window toward the wilderness. The lake is surrounded by woods and greenery, and it does feel nice.
I’m not sure if ‘nice’ is the right word for what’s about to happen to me, though.
“Come with me,” he says, or more like commands.
I stare at the gorgeous naked man in front of me, and there’s not much more I can say. “Okay.” I slide out of the bed and reach for my clothes.
“Oh, you won’t be needing those,” he chuckles.
“What will I need?”
“Little Rose, you won’t need a thing, other than your body. I, on the other hand, will be bringing a surprise for you.” He says as he grabs a black bag.
“Outside,” he croaks. “Let’s go.”
He leads me through the door and out to the orangish-red sunlight in the woods.
Naked. Outdoors by Lake Marseilles.
With my professor, who follows with the bag in his hand. I also notice he’s carrying a phone.
“Why are we going outside?” I ask as he guides me forward, his hand on the back of my hip as I pad barefoot on a beaten dirt path.
“Because,” he says. “I want to see you in the morning light. Anyways, it doesn’t matter what I want to do with you. That’s none of your business. I can do with you what I want.”
I stumble a little,. He grabs hold of my body by the hips before I can slip into the dirt.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Fine,” I mutter, deciding he doesn’t have to know about the sensation of butterflies overcoming me.
Just walking into the wilderness, naked, with my professor at like six a.m. when my friends are probably still up partying from the night before. No big deal whatsoever.
“You’re scared, Little Rose. I can sense it. Do you want to turn back?”
“No!” I blurt out, not sure why the word came out so strongly. “No,” I repeat, softer this time.
He fists my hair in a knot and wraps it around his wrist, then pulls on it a little and forces me to look up to him.
We’re almost at the lake, it looks so beautiful and calm, but he stops us short, letting us stand on a bed of fallen tree leaves. It feels oddly liberating to be walking around totally in the nude, outside. The leaves feel good crinkling under my toes.
“Gorgeous day out today,” he adds. “Rose, I would like you to stand against the tree. Arms forward. Ass out.”
A frog tries to jump out of my throat.
“Out here? In the open?”
He nods, and points to a particularly large oak tree. We’re about twenty feet from the shore. I wonder if someone could be out on the lake today, watching with binoculars. Spying on us.
In spite of my fears, whether they are rational or irrational, I do as he says. I put my hands against the tree and lean the top half of my body over and stick my ass out.
“Like this?” I coo, and turn my head over my shoulder to look at him.
“Good girl, Rose,” he answers. “Eyes straightforward. Look at the tree.”
I whip my head around, staring at the tree bark now, taking in its woody scent. I feel Professor Hanks run his thick fingers and thumbs over the flesh of my back, hips and ass.
“As long as we’re in this, Rose, you need to understand something. You’re mine to do what I please with. Do you get that?”
“Yes,” I mewl. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” he says, and I think I see him snap a picture out of the corner of my eye with his phone.
He runs his crops over my ass, the leather cold on my flesh.
“S
o damn beautiful. And after I’m done with you, you’ll never be the same.”
“What are you going to do? I demand you tell me,” I say, surprising even myself at my biting tone.
“Rose, you’re not in control anymore, do you understand? I’m in control. No one is out here. I can do whatever I want with you. So you don’t make the demands. I do.”
My throat goes dry. “I’m just curious,” I say, suddenly aware of how alone we are. How out there we are.
“You want me to teach you. So that’s what I’m doing. Now, today you woke me up in the hottest way I’ve ever been woken up. Period. And it was so damn hot I let it slide. But you’ve got to know, a lot of Dom’s might not be into that. Because I’m in control. Not you. So, for that, I’ve got to punish you.”
“What’s my punishment?”
Whap.
He strikes my ass lightly with the crop a few times and I moan. There’s a warmth spreading from the spot that the crop struck, but the pain is not as bad as I thought it would be. I’m surprised by this fact.
“Do you like that Rose?”
“Yes,” I swallow.
He wraps his hand around my leg, then slides a finger onto my clit. He doesn't say anything for a moment. Just runs his finger back and forth.
“You're precious. Just precious. I'll always remember how you look right now at this very moment. Bent over this tree. So wet. So ready for me.”
He rubs his finger harder on my clit and I whimper.
“You want my cock, don't you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You must take your punishment first.”
“Give it to me.”
Whap.
He hits my ass again and I mewl. He rubs the leather on the insides of my thigh, and I stiffen. He touches the crop between my legs and I melt, just wondering if he'll strike me there. I hear a soft clatter, then a bit of rustling, I can’t help but be curious of what is happening behind me.
He growls loudly and I tense, squeezing my eyes closed and wondering where he'll hit me this time, but nothing comes.
I take a deep breath and slowly turn my head to the side to see what he’s doing.
He stands there naked, holding a hard cane, and a chill runs through me.
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