Lessons From the Professor

by Shyla Colt

  There were going to have dinner at his place, and though he hadn’t mentioned it being big deal, Sutton sensed an important conversation would take place tonight.

  ****

  They’d enjoyed a nice dinner, and now it was time to bring up the subject of BDSM. It

  bothered him that he’d become so attached to the young girl in such a small amount of time. It was in his nature to proceed with caution in all things. But it wasn’t every day he found someone who suited him so well. He was a sarcastic, asinine, old-fashioned git. He was honest enough to admit that.

  Still, he couldn’t pass up because of fear and insecurity the stroke of luck that had brought this woman into his path.

  On most occasions, knowledge was power, but knowing why you felt and acted a certain way didn’t necessarily make it easier to stop the behavior you were exhibiting. He cursed Christine and her harsh words once more before he returned his attention to the woman seated beside him. He’d take things one step at a time.

  “Before we take things between us any further there’s something I need to discuss with you,” Sidney said. He poured the dessert wine into her glass and filled his own.

  His throat went dry as his palms grew sweaty as he and Sutton moved from the kitchen and into the living room. They’d been seeing each other for a couple of months, and things were going well. They never ran out of things to discuss, and the passion between them sizzled. It was time to see where she stood about BDSM before they took things further.

  “This sounds serious,” Sutton said.

  She tilted her head to the side as he nodded. He placed his hand on the small of her back as he led her over to the couch. He held her hand to help her lower to the couch with her drink before he joined her.

  “It’s important if we want to continue our relationship.”

  “Are you unhappy?’

  “No, my dear, quite the opposite. Things have progressed between us faster than I imagined, and I want to clear the air before we move ahead.”

  “Oh?”

  “There are certain things I like to do that are considered … off the beaten path.”

  “Please don’t tell me you’re a swinger.”

  He let out a bark of laughter.

  “Exactly the opposite. I’d never share what I considered mine. It’s something that takes a certain kind of woman to handle. I’ll treat you like the most cherished being that ever existed, but in return there are certain rules you’d have to follow and games and sexual behavior I’d like to engage in.”

  “Like Leigh and James?”

  “Yes. Tell me, Sutton, what do you know about BDSM?”

  “Honestly, not much more than what I’ve seen on the television and in the movies, and I’m smart enough to know those weren’t realistic portrayals. Hollywood likes to twist things to up the entertainment value.”

  He nodded, pleased to see she hadn’t balked. “Would you be opposed to experimentation in that realm?”

  “It would depend. Can you give me more details?”

  “I’m what you would refer to as a Dominant, or a Dom for short.”

  “So, you desire to have complete control over your… partner?”

  “In my case the term is submissive, and the truth is the submissive holds all the power in the relationship. She decides her boundaries, and then in turn leaves it up to the Dom to make decisions for her.” He watched a spark of desire flicker in her eyes and felt something tighten low in his stomach.

  The idea turned her on. There might be hope for this relationship yet. He would take his time and ease her into his world slowly. His lids lowered at the thought of Sutton tied to his head board as he brought her to the heights of desire. Careful, old man, don’t jump the gun. He needed to proceed with caution. They hadn’t talked much about their sex lives, and what he was proposing was anything but vanilla. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the disastrous situation he’d found himself in with Christine. Sutton struck him as a woman who knew what she wanted. But he knew she had no clue of the full extent of what he needed from her.

  He was a possessive man. She’d have to trust him implicitly and be willing to give herself over to his care in a way very few women had been able to accomplish.

  “What if I don’t like something you do?” she asked.

  Her eyes were lowered when she laced her fingers and placed them in her lap. It sent a thrill through him to see the submissive behavior she displayed naturally. It was almost as if she recognized the dominant in him and deferred without coaching. His cock twitched. The thought of a natural submissive intrigued him. He’d be the first one to mold her and shape her to his specific requirements.

  “It depends. As your Dom I will push you to your limits, and beyond. There’s always some discomfort with growth. However, if something truly bothers you, or you do not wish to try it at all, we’ll discuss it, and go from there. That’s one of the reasons it’s important to have a safe word.”

  “That sounds reasonable. Can we set up a safe word now?”

  “If you’d like.”

  “Before I choose, will we practice outside the bedroom?”

  “Yes, but I would never do anything that would embarrass you or cause unwanted speculation in public. We both have a … public persona to protect.”

  She nodded her head and took a shaky breath.

  “Then, maybe it should be a phrase? In case we’re out when I need to use it.”

  “Very clever thinking.”

  “What about, ‘I think I’ve had enough for now’?”

  “That sounds reasonable to me. It wouldn’t attract attention, and it’s not a common phrase. For play in house I’d like to use the stop light signals, green for go, yellow for caution or slow down, and red for stop altogether.”

  “I like that. Where do we go from here?”

  “For now we’ll start slow, and if you have any questions that come up feel free to ask. I also have a list of books you can read if you’d like to familiarize yourself more with the lifestyle, providing you are interested in giving this a chance.”

  “I’m very interested, Sidney.”

  “Good.”

  “Are you?”

  “Interested?”

  “Yes.”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. I’m a very private man, Sutton, and that I revealed my inclinations to you at all, says a lot.”

  “Oh.” The words were whispered, and he felt a smile curve his lips as she glanced at him coyly from under her lashes.

  Despite her age, there was an aura of innocence that drew him in like a moth a flame.

  His career and dealings with people had left him a bit jaded. But Sutton was like a breath of fresh air. A small town girl who made a career for herself in the big city and yet somehow maintained her values.

  Jesus, now I’m sounding like a writer. His lips pursed into a frown as he cleared his head, and got back on to the subject.

  “What made you bring this up to me now?”

  “We’ve passed the casual dating stage, and before we moved any further I knew I had to make my intentions clear. Too be honest I noticed early on that you had a penchant for submissive behavior.”

  “I do?

  “Yes. One example is the way you avert your gaze from mine, and allow me to make certain decisions. BDSM isn’t always extremes. It’s more about nuances and power plays.”

  “Power plays?”

  “Yes, say we got to a restaurant. We might discuss what you’d like to eat, but in the end it would be I who ordered for the both of us.”

  “But that’s just southern hospitality.”

  “Aaah, is it? You’ve given me the power to make choices for you.”

  Her eyes widened as she nodded.

  “I suppose you’re right. I just never thought of it that way.”

  “Do you think you’d be interested in doing some exploring with me now, Sutton? I know you must’ve wondered why I held off from doing more than heavy petting. This
was why, and now that you’ve accepted my terms I find myself eager to begin. ”

  ****

  She felt heat fill her cheeks as she peered up at him and nodded. The thought of his decadent voice directing her actions made her panties wet. She’d practically taken to carrying an extra set of underwear around in her purse when they were together. There was something about him that kept her in a constant state of arousal. She had never been able to put her finger on the reason before, but now she might have an idea. She’d always liked a man who made her feel safe and well cared for. Where she’d grown up that was what made a man a man. Sure some girls didn’t like the old fashioned and at times domineering type, but she’d chalked up that to city girl versus country. She took a hasty swallow of her wine before she met his gaze and responded.

  “Yes Sidney, I believe I would. I’d like more … details about what you’d like to try sexually. I-I don’t have much experience in that department.”

  “Have there been … casual partners?” he asked. He studied her intently as he leaned forward to caress her jaw with his knuckles.

  “No.”

  “Good. I’m not sure where things will go between us, Sutton, but I can tell you it won’t be casual, and there will be no one else while I’m with you.”

  “Does the same apply for you?”

  “Yes. You’ll find I’m a very fair Dom.” His caresses continued and trailed down to her throat.

  Breath hitched in her throat. She pressed her thighs together as her center throbbed painfully. He’d never taken things any further than kisses, and it’d left her achy and tense. Pleasuring herself had become a daily necessity accompanied by an almost violent release with his name on her lips.

  “I-I should tell you something Sid.”

  “Yes?”

  “There haven’t been any partners.”

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “Yes, is that a problem?”

  “No, we’ll take things slow. There’s plenty we can do in the meantime. Would you like a

  demonstration?”

  “God, yes,” she moaned.

  He gave a low chuckle that made her juices flow like lava. She’d never thought of

  herself as brazen, but right now she was fighting down the urge to spread her legs wide and offer up a buffet of one. No one man should possess this much swagger without trying.

  “You’ve been such a good girl, pet. So patient while you settled for kisses and light caresses.” Sidney leaned in to kiss the pulse point in her neck, and she dropped her head back onto the couch to allow him full access. Sutton purred as he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth.

  “I bet if I slipped my hand underneath your skirt right now you’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t you?”

  “Ye-yes.”

  “Did you touch that tight little pussy of yours while you thought about me?”

  “Oh God.”

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what, pet? I want to hear you say it.”

  “Yes, I touched myself and thought about you.”

  “Show me.”

  “W-what?”

  “Show me how you frig yourself while you think about me.”

  “I- I don’t know if I can.”

  “You can do it, love. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours on display.”

  Sutton swallowed as she complied. Her hands shook as she lifted her hips up and pushed her black pencil skirt up around her waist.

  “I’ll take care of these,” he said. He hooked his thumbs into her thong and pulled them down her legs and over her heels.

  She felt exposed and exhilarated as she opened her thighs, and he leaned back to study her.

  “Wider, love.”

  Sutton trembled as she spread her legs shoulder length apart, and he growled his approval.

  “It’s just you and me here. Nothing we do together is wrong.”

  She bit her bottom lip, feeling nervous as she allowed her hands to creep down to her slick folds.

  “That’s a good girl.”

  There was something satisfying about the gleam of approval in his dark eyes as he watched her finger dip inside to get a sample of her honey. She brought the liquid back to circle around her swollen nub. She felt like a hare in the path of a cobra as she continued to drive herself higher and higher, unable to look away from his eyes.

  “Put your fingers inside that tight cunt.” Her breath came in pants as she moved her fingers inside her slick channel.

  “That’s it. You wish it was my thick cock, don’t you?”

  “Ooh!”

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes!”

  “You’re obeying nicely, pet, and for that you deserve a reward.”

  “A reward?” she rasped.

  “Yes. This time, I’ll let you come.” She bit down on her lip as her fingers pounded into her weeping pussy double time. Her hips rose up to add extra friction, and within seconds she was coming harder than she ever had in her life, screaming his name. A feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over her as the haze of arousal faded. How could I do that in front of him?

  “I’d like nothing more than to bury myself between your thighs and taste you right now, but it’s not time for that yet. This was about giving you a sample of what it would mean to be with me.” He words were even and gentle as he leaned forward to ease her skirt back down her body to rest just at her knees. He smoothed out non-existent wrinkles before he moved to sit beside her, gathering her close to his side as he stroked her hair.

  “Did you enjoy yourself, pet?”

  “Yes, but what about you?”

  “Your pleasure is my own.”

  “But you didn’t….” She trailed off.

  “Come? No. I want you to be sure about your decision when we take that next step, because once I taste you and make you mine, there’ll be no turning back.”

  She knew she should be put off by his possession, but it woke something inside her. Some long buried part of her that wanted to let go, and allow someone else take over for a while. She wanted to be the one catered to for once.

  “Where do we go from here?” she asked. She wanted to discover more about this man and the lifestyle that called to a piece of herself she’d never realized existed.

  “We continue on as we’ve been, exploring our new roles.”

  “Should I call you something different? Like Master?”

  “Sidney is fine when we’re out, but you may call me Sir, as well as Professor, which you seem to be fond of.” A thrill went through her body at the thought of calling him Professor. A vision of her clad in a white button down tied at the waist, and a tiny plaid skirt flipped up as he pounded her from behind as she sprawled across his desk filled her head, and she lowered her gaze. Damn, he was going to turn her out before everything was said and done.

  A comfortable silence fell between them as he continued, and her body became boneless.

  “Are you ready for your first task?”

  “Yes.”

  ““From now on when you wear a skirt, you’ll forgo the panties.”

  “Yes, Professor.”

  They remained sitting side by side, enveloped by a comfortable silence as they sipped on

  their glasses of wine and listened to the music playing in the background. Tonight had been a success.

  Chapter Six

  “Sutton?”

  She winced as she paused in the hallway at the sound of her sister’s sleep-roughened voice.

  “Yeah?”

  “What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning?”

  “I was trying not to wake you.”

  “You didn’t. I was on my way back from the bathroom.”

  “Okay, well I’m going to head to bed now.”

  “What’s going on with you lately?” Carissa asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Bullshit, you’re hardly ever home, and when you do come through the door it’s late. Are you see
ing someone?”

  “Look, Carissa, this is my house, and I’m a big girl. I can come and go as I please. It’s not like I’m out all hours and coming home drunk. I don’t need an intervention.”

  “I know, I’m just worried about you… you haven’t really dated anyone since Jackson.”

  “Which is why I’m not ready to talk about this yet.”

  “Talk about what?”

  “The man I’m seeing.”

  “Sutton, you still won’t tell any of us why you broke up with Jackson.”

  “You know the saying all that glitters isn’t gold?”

  “Of course.”

  “That should say it all,” Sutton said. She turned on her heel, ignoring her sister’s huffs of indignation. She wasn’t ready to share Sidney with anyone else just yet. Right now their relationship was just between the two of them, and she liked the freedom that came with that arrangement.

  ****

  Sutton groaned as her cell phone went off for the third time in a row. She squinted her eyes, and growled low in her throat, the fuzzy red numbers that read 9:30. Shit, only her mother or the hospital would call right now. Neither was a conversation she was looking forward to. She rolled over on to her side and grabbed the phone, throwing a hand over her eyes as she hit talk. With her luck, her little sister had spilled the beans about her mystery beau.

  “Hi, Mom.”

  “Sutton, were you still asleep?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “I’m sorry, I thought Carissa said today was one of your days off.”

  “It is. I was out with friends last night.”