Love and Language

by Cheryl Dragon

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you,” she replied shakily.

  “Good.” He kissed her mouth. “Now, you can please me, and if you’re good, I’ll let you see how generous I am.”

  He unbuttoned his fly all the way down and let his hard cock bob until it grazed her chin. Jane’s gasp made his cock throb as her eager tongue searched for the member. He pressed it to her lips, and she sucked him in.

  At first, she squirmed against her restraints, no doubt wanting to get her hands into the action. He left her restrained and watched her neck bend over and over. She swallowed his shaft farther down each time until he held the back of her head. Thrusting into her mouth, he tried not to go too deep. Not the first night.

  Her intensity nearly broke his resolved to keep it a light session as she leaned in and took him all the way down. She moaned as her tongue slid around the underside of his cock.

  “Damn it, Jane.” He pulled back but, at the sound of her whimper, thrust back for more.

  Fucking her face wasn’t in his plan, but she kept moaning on his cock making him vibrate like a toy. The woman knew how to break a Dom’s control. Maybe, that’s why he loved older women. They knew what they wanted and how to get it. Picking up speed, he fucked her face until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His cum landed on her tongue and chin with only one drop slipping to her firm breast.

  She swallowed without being ordered, and he knew he needed a lot more nights with her. His insides flip-flopped as he reached in his bag. “That was very good. Did you like it?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” She sat up straight and waited.

  “Your post said you like to be tied up. Is that good for you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You like being spanked, too?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. Please spank me,” she said.

  “Stand up,” he ordered. He hadn’t tied her to the chair for a reason. He wanted to see her move while bound.

  She closed her legs and stood with grace.

  “Good. Is it too tight?” he asked.

  “No, Sir.” She calmly waited for instruction.

  He rubbed his cum off her chin and massaged the spot into her breast. “You’d look good covered in that stuff.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She smiled.

  “You’d like that?” He closed his pants and tucked in his shirt neatly.

  “Yours, Sir. Yes.”

  She was choosing her responses carefully, and he understood. “We’ll cover the rules and limits. I promise. Right now, I just want to make sure we’re compatible on some very basic levels. You remember your safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “Red, Sir. But I won’t use it.”

  “Good.” He tugged her bra lower before nudging her forward until her hips were at the table. “Bend over. Tits on the table.”

  She obeyed and arched her back, so her ass stuck out prominently. He worked up the skirt and used the scissors he’d retrieved from his bag to cut off her panties. Her ass was gorgeous, round and padded enough to tease for hours—he’d found the right playmate.

  Grabbing her hips, he inched her back a bit, rubbing her breasts on the wood and giving him more room to maneuver. “Right there. Don’t move,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stood back and surveyed her posture. Not a stressed pose at all, her weight was on the table and her legs. She lowered her back and hiked her ass up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

  “You want to be spanked?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. Please,” she said.

  “Use your safe word if you want me to stop.” He pressed behind her and leaned over, kissing her neck. “I love spanking naughty women.”

  She shivered. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Taking two steps back, he smacked her right butt cheek and watched her body tense for a second. Her exhale told him this was merely a warm-up. He gave her another smack to match on her left cheek, and she moaned.

  He hadn’t told her to count, and he didn’t care about how many she could take. Not now. She’d want more than he’d give her tonight. This wasn’t about limits or getting her to a zone. It was about trust and pleasure. She had to be begging for more tomorrow.

  He cupped his hand slightly and gave her an upwards swat so he could watch her flesh jiggle. Her hips rocked for more. It was time to ruin her perfect posture. He slid the toe of his shoe between her sensible pumps and nudged until she spread her legs wide for him.

  “Good,” he said. He separated her cheeks and squeezed the firm flesh. When he gave a straight on full hand slap, she whimpered.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  “No, Sir. Perfect.” She pushed back for more.

  “Are you wet for me?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Just now? Have you ever thought of me before?” He didn’t want to show any weakness, but part of him wanted to know she longed for him not simply because he was a Dom.

  “I didn’t know you were this way before. I need this,” she confessed.

  “I know you do. You hide your submissive side very well. It’s okay.” He stroked her hair. “Just answer the question.”

  “I never thought of you like this before,” she said.

  He saw the tension in her shoulders and heard it in her voice. She was lying about something, but since she hadn’t known he was a Dom before—perhaps it was just a dream or fantasy. He wasn’t going to splice words with an English professor. He knew she’d been attracted to him before…

  “That’s okay. We’ll decide if we’re good playmates now.” He gave her two hard smacks on each cheek and stepped back.

  Her gasp filled him with power and pride. She wanted him. Before and now. She’d admit it all one day. For now, he needed to keep her coming back and opening up to him. He could spank her to release; she was tuned into her sub side well enough. But tonight he wouldn’t invest that much work in her.

  Turning around, he kneeled down between her legs and ducked under her body. Squeezing her ass, he inhaled the scent of her arousal. He wanted to hear her scream and come for him. He wanted to taste her release, not just watch it. He played her ass, a soft tap there and a stinging slap here, but his tongue worked her slit until she was soaking wet and squirming on him.

  A firm smack on both cheeks made her go still. “Please, Sir.”

  “Please what?” He nibbled her outer pussy lips.

  “Please make me come. I’m so close. I need to, Sir.” Her hips started to lower as if she’d kneel to the ground to be closer to him.

  “Don’t move, or I’ll stop it now. Do you want to stop?” he asked.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Is the position painful?” He knew it wasn’t, but he gave her the out.

  “No, Sir. I need to be fucked. Please,” she begged.

  He loved hearing the need in her voice. “You do. You can come when you want.” Sliding one finger inside of her, he fucked her slowly.

  Her moans weren’t of satisfaction but of frustration. He was good at keeping a sub just short of release. With his free hand, he slapped her rump. Licking her clit, he felt her body respond. She’d come very fast if he let her. Another finger pushed inside her, and she tightened on them. This woman had been ignored for far too long. Nelson was right. She needed attention! Lapping at her pussy, Ben listened to her noises and enjoyed how her hips rocked to him.

  Another sharp smack and she gave him a low groan. She was close. He wanted to make her his. Grabbing her ass with one hand, he fucked her with his fingers and kissed her clit before slowly flicking it with his tongue over and over. He might be younger, but he knew how to work a woman’s body.

  Her legs trembled, and her hips jerked. “Please, Sir!” she gasped.

  He pushed three fingers deep inside of her and licked around her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud until she lost control and screamed.

  “God, yes!” she cried out.

  He felt
the second wave hit her as her cunt squeezed his digits harder. Another soft smack on her ass, and she moaned. “Thank you, Sir. More please.”

  Pulling his fingers from her body, he licked them clean and made her wait. He kissed her pussy and licked her until she rubbed against his face.

  Finally, he was content. He slid out and stood up. Rounding the table, he plucked off the blindfold. “No, not tonight.”

  “Please fuck me, Sir!” She looked him in the eye for a second then looked at the table.

  “Don’t pout. Tonight was a test. You might decide to report me tomorrow.” He watched her face for reaction.

  “I won’t. I’d never do that. I agreed. I loved this. You could expose me, too.” Again, she met his gaze, but her eyes pleaded for more.

  “Good. We understand each other. If you connected with people in person, we might’ve been playing for years now. I’ll have to thank Nelson.”

  Her face went serious, but she stayed quiet.

  “What’s bothering you?” he asked.

  “Nothing. I just never expected to do this with a grad student. I know we’re not in the same department or anything. We’re not breaking any rules, but it’s odd.”

  “I think it worked quite well. If we play again, you must be honest. You’re holding something back.”

  “No, I’m just adjusting. We need to talk about limits and preferences before we go beyond this. You’re right.” She wiggled to stand.

  He helped her up and caressed her full breasts before untying her. He kissed her as he loosened the knots. “We’ll talk tomorrow. If you just want to play, that’s fine. If you want more, you must share your secrets with me and ask for more. Otherwise, it’ll only be play to reward my good student.”

  Once she was free, he gathered his things and left. He wanted to stay but to keep the power and the game going, he had to make her wait. She wanted him. That alone made his night.

  Chapter Three

  A mini-Thanksgiving dinner seemed like the right thing, but as Jane set the table, she felt foolish. Was it overkill? She’d spent the rest of last night masturbating while enjoying the barely there sting on her ass.

  All her eagerness to see him today had been pointless. He’d avoided her at work. Maybe, he was rethinking things. Maybe, he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as she had. She’d studied her Italian at lunch and during her office hours since they’d been dead silent. Of course, she’d checked her email a dozen times an hour when not in class to see if he’d emailed her.

  He was too young! That truth kept flashing in her head, but her body didn’t care. Right now, she cared about the trail of who knew what about her personal life. She felt Ben would be discreet, but he wasn’t the only one now. A little investigating on the name Nelson had led her to Nelson Cannon. The IT guru was the only one with that name and those skills. She didn’t know him very well. He was friendly and helpful and, apparently, in the BDSM fet group and the lifestyle.

  Going over and giving him a lecture on invasion of privacy seemed pointless when she really wanted to thank him. Only one thing last night had really bothered her. She’d lied to her Dom when he’d asked if she’d been interested in him before. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. She’d never seriously thought of him as a Dom. Or as a potential relationship. Attraction and fantasy weren’t targeted thought.

  His question should’ve been more specific. Jane opened a can of cranberry sauce and knew she’d gone too far. She was trying to spoil him with her cooking. Why did she feel sorry for him? He had two brothers and two parents with enough money to move around and have big adventures. Big careers. He’d probably had college all paid for him.

  Maybe she was doing it for them both? Homemade meals weren’t something she’d gotten a ton of as a child, but she didn’t want his sympathy. This was a good dinner for lessons. The sex was just a bonus. The doorbell rang, and there was nothing to focus on but her guest and potential Dom.

  As she opened the door, she wondered what was in his bag tonight. “Come in,” she said.

  He entered and put the bag and his jacket on the sofa. “You look very nice.” He kissed her.

  She tensed for a second then kissed him back. Tonight, she’d changed into a short red skirt and black blouse with a sexy bra underneath and no panties. “Thank you.”

  “You don’t dress that way for your students.” He held her close.

  “Dinner is ready. We should talk about things first.” She slipped from his grasp.

  “We will. You’ll get your quiz first, too.” He grabbed himself a drink from the options on the counter and studied dinner. “You didn’t have to go to this much trouble.”

  She smiled as she filled the table with sliced turkey breast and stuffing. “I wanted to.”

  As they ate, she talked about boring school stuff until he led the conversation back to sex.

  “You enjoyed last night?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Very much. Did you?”

  He smiled. “I think we have a lot of potential. You’re comfortable keeping your safe word like the stoplights?”

  She nodded.

  “Okay. And you said you have some limits in our blog post. I don’t care for blood, choking, fire or anything extreme. We both value privacy and if you use your safe word, I stop. No games or pushing you for things you don’t want.”

  “Thank you. Don’t you think I’m too old for you? I’m thirty-six not twenty-six,” she blurted.

  He smiled. “Not too old at all. I prefer a sub who knows who she is. What she wants. I don’t like games. If you want me to stop, say the word. Don’t prove something by taking more because you think I want it. I don’t. I’d never do that.”

  “Those are a young sub’s games. But I’ve never been trained in a dungeon. I don’t like public displays.” She had to make it clear.

  “Bedroom only. Private play. That’s what I want. I don’t play to crowd; it’s for you.” He looked her in the eyes.

  Her insides melted. “We seem very compatible then. I just don’t know if I’m really what you want.”

  He shrugged. “That’s for me to decide. I want to play with you. Your blog said you want more than just sex. Let’s see how we fit everywhere. Tomorrow, we can have lunch, and I’ll help you with your lessons.”

  “Should you be seen dating another professor while you’re still waiting to defend your thesis? Waiting on a job?” she asked.

  “Let me worry about that. Unless you’re ashamed to be seen with a younger man?” He turned it back on her.

  She smiled and looked down. “As far as anyone knows right now, it’s just tutoring. If it works, then we’ll deal with it.”

  He didn’t look too pleased with her answer but nodded. They finished dinner, and he helped her clear the table.

  Once that was done, he slid one finger under her chin and made her look at him. Standing toe-to-toe with her tall, sexy Dom, she had to be brave.

  “You want to play once you’re done being tested?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered.

  “Take off all your clothes and sit in that chair.” He pointed to the same kitchen chair from last night.

  Her body grew warm as she shed the clothing for him. There wasn’t much, but she went slowly and folded it all neatly. Then she sat down, already naked and wet for him. He produced rope from his bag and tonight tied her to the chair snugly.

  “Like it?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.” She saw and felt it winding around her bare skin, pinning her arms at her sides.

  “Now, tell me again. Did you ever think about me sexually before last night?” he asked.

  She looked up at him. “I didn’t know you were a Dom. I couldn’t think of you like this beyond a fantasy.”

  “In any sexual way?” He leaned over and snapped the blindfold on her.

  The darkness helped hide her shame. “I guess I may have. You’re certainly very attractive, but I’d never date a student.”

  “I’m a teacher, not a st
udent,” he corrected.

  “You’re a grad student who teaches lower level classes. You’re both a student and a part-time professor. Soon, I know, you’ll be a fulltime professor, and it won’t be weird.” She clung to that fact, so she didn’t feel as if she were using some kid. He wasn’t eighteen. He was a full-grown man who’d earned his bachelor’s and master’s degrees. He’d traveled more of the world than she ever would. And he read her like a book.

  “I’m aware of that. Do you want me to stop tutoring you?” he asked.

  “No,” she replied.

  “Do you want to stop playing with me?” he asked.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then let’s begin.” He switched to Italian, and she answered him carefully.

  Craving more kink and wiggling to feel just how wet she was, she kept her brain on the language and got his questions all right.

  “Very good.” He pulled off the blindfold.

  She stared quickly at his crotch and frowned. No erection yet. He untied her and stepped back. “Lean over the table like yesterday. Palms and tits flat on the table, ass out.”

  Obeying quickly, she kept her eyes down as well. His hands slid over her rear. “Not bad. But you’ve barely any pink left.”

  “I can take more, Sir.” She wanted more.

  “I’m sure you can. You like being spanked. Do you like it with a paddle?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her insides quivered.

  “Do you come from paddling?” he asked.

  “Occasionally,” she replied.

  “Let’s see.” He rubbed her ass and kissed the flesh. “Spread your legs.”

  She spread them wide but kept them where she knew she could hold her balance.

  “Good.” He rubbed the paddle that he’d brought in his bag over her ass and massaged slit at the same time. “So wet.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Did you think about me last night after I left?” he asked.

  “All night long, Sir.” She had to be honest, or he’d take away all this fun. The kind and easygoing grad student had flipped a switch inside and knew his power. The Dom side in him was so natural that he eased in and out of it like that worn old leather jacket of his.