****
Grace set her pen down. She’d finally finished grading the last paper. Usually she’d do this at home, but Max had a late practice tonight and he’d asked her to wait for him. Heck, unless she wanted to walk home, she didn’t have much of a choice. He’d driven her to work this morning.
Well, almost every morning in the last week. She let out a contented sigh. Being with Max again was fun and exciting, and also very satisfying. Not just from the sex, but also from having someone whom she could share her most intimate secrets with. After straightening the papers, she slipped them into her desk and pushed her chair back.
“Not so fast, my lovely.” A deep voice said as fabric covered her eyes.
Heart pounding, her hands automatically went to her face, but strong hands captured her wrists.
“Oh no, you will not remove my blindfold.” The voice had changed to a softer tone, but still commanded.
Grace exhaled. Max’s voice. She hadn't recognized it when he first spoke. Excitement flooded her veins. What was he up to?
“You’re working late and all alone. I’ve been watching you. Now, I have you at my mercy.”
“Please don’t hurt me.” The fantasy. He was going to make it a reality. But she’d never talked about being blindfolded.
“If you obey me, I won’t hurt you. But act up, and you will be punished.”
Another shiver ran over her skin. Something soft slid over her wrists. Then she heard the distinctive metal click of handcuffs. Before she could react, he pulled her to her feet.
“Did you know I was coming? You’re wearing nice fuck me shoes.” His voice was deep and husky, signaling his arousal.
How long had he been planning this? He’d asked her this morning to wear those particular shoes. Holding onto her bound hands, he led her out of her classroom.
Where was he taking her? They were still at school, but it was late. She only hoped everyone had gone home. Another shiver slipped up her spine. This time apprehension was her companion.
She strained to hear anything, or anyone. But all she heard was the click of her heels on the floor. Max tugged her to a stop. She waited, biting her lip.
“Do you know how much you turn me on when you bite your lip?” He pulled her a few steps forward. Then a door shut. Darn the blindfold.
He led her further before stopping once again. “God, I love those shoes, but they have to go.” Pressure on her shoulder caused her to sit down hard. Then her right foot was lifted. He removed the shoe and caressed her instep before doing the same with the left.
“Are you wearing pantyhose?”
“No,” she whispered. “Nylons with a garter.” His request this morning also. Now she knew why.
“Good.” He slid his palms up the outside of her legs, fingers caressing as they moved higher, lifting her skirt. The garters were unsnapped, and he rolled each stocking down her leg.
Goose bumps spread over her flesh and her pussy throbbed with need. But the unknown of what was coming or if someone would find them was keeping her heart rate up and her senses on alert.
“Now, stand up.” She rose. What was coming next?
Something cold slipped between her clothing and her skin. A cry left her lips.
“Shhh.” His breath caressed her face. “I just need to remove your blouse and bra.”
A slight tug and the fabric gave way. Her breathing grew rapid. He’d cut her shirt and bra. How the hell was she going to get out of here without them? The zipper of her skirt was released and the fabric pooled at her feet.
“Take two steps forward. Raise your feet up so you don't trip over your skirt.” Max’s voice had become deeper and harder.
She did as he said. Oh man, he is in full Master mode. His dominant side had taken over, and she didn’t know if she should be excited or apprehensive.
Max guided her for several more steps before stopping. Then he pushed her down until she was sitting on what felt like a padded bench.
“Now, my sweet captive, I want you to lay back and spread your legs.”
She hesitated.
“I look forward to punishing you,” he whispered in her ear.
Oh damn. She'd done it now. Fighting back a sigh, she did as he said and waited.
“Now, I’m going to unlock the cuffs for a moment. Do not try anything.” Her right wrist was released. Then he pulled her arms over her head and restrained them once again. “Are you okay?”
She nodded.
A light slap was administered to her right breast. Her heart jerked and her skin tingled. “You will talk to me.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. A tremor, one of anticipation of what was to come next, ran through her body.
Max trailed his fingers along her outstretched arms, over her breasts, avoiding her taut nipples, then down her stomach until he snagged her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down.
Cool air hit her pussy. Instinct had her sliding her legs together.
“Oh no.” Rough denim rubbed her inner thighs. He was standing between her legs, preventing her from closing them. “I want to see you, my lovely one.”
“Take the blindfold off, please.” She wanted to see him, to see his eyes blazing hot for her.
“I am the Master. I will decide when to take it off.” The pressure against her thighs lessened, but she didn’t move. Ears straining, she heard him moving around. She turned her head, trying to track his movements, but it was difficult.
Max watched Grace with a smile on his face. He so wanted to make her fantasy come true. Of course, he’d throw in a few things to mix it up. After stripping, he put his clothes on the chair where a robe for Grace rested.
He’d already talked with the janitor, telling him he was going to be using the weight room late that night. They wouldn’t be disturbed, but just in case, he’d blocked the door.
Grace’s breathing was erratic, and he grinned again. She was excited by all this, which was what he wanted. That’s why he hadn’t disguised his voice. He didn’t want fear but excitement.
Kneeling between her legs, he pushed her thighs wider then placed the restraints around her ankles and tightened them. He had her at the right level for what he wanted to do. He poured oil on his fingers then massaged it into her already wet pussy and hard clit.
He waited a few second before blowing against her pussy. She cried out. “Make noise. Let me know how it feels. No one will hear you. We’re all alone.” He did it again, and this time she whimpered.
The warming oil was doing its job. The more he blew on it, the warmer it would be on her skin, tantalizing her nerves, making her more sensitive. Max picked up the first toy. A tongue vibrator then lowered his mouth to her pussy and blew.
She shifted her hips, bucking against the restraints. And he blew again and again.
“You’re a wicked man,” she said in a breathless voice.
He didn’t say a word, but this time he lowered his head and licked her.
“Max!” she yelled.
He continued to lick her, slowly, letting the vibrator pulse against her pussy. Every so often he would blow out a breath and she would shriek. He loved her cries of passion. But he avoided her clit. If he used the vibrator there, she'd climax, and he didn't want her doing that just yet.
When he stopped licking her, she squirmed and wiggled. He glanced at her face. She was breathing heavily through her mouth. Her nipples were hard and her breasts rosy. Good. She was excited. He took off the tongue vibrator and grabbed the thigh and stomach restraints.
Carefully, he put them around her thighs and clenched the Velcro below the bench. Then he put another strap over her stomach.
Grace sucked in a breath. “I can't move.”
“That's the point.”
Finding the vibrator he wanted, he picked it up then slipped it into her wet pussy. Her stomach tightened as she tried to buck her hips, but he had her tied too well.
“Please, let me move.”
“No.” He covered he
r right breast with his mouth. A groan left her mouth as he turned on the vibrator in her pussy. Her nipples grew harder as he sucked and pinched them. All the while, he teased her with the toy.
“Please, Master, I need to come.”
“You will not come, my pet.”
“You're killing me.”
“Only with pleasure.”
Lower. Just go a bit lower. Play with my clit. Grace whispered over and over in her mind. But he didn’t. He wouldn't. He knew too well what he was doing. She moaned when he lifted his mouth, her nipples wanting more of his attention.
“Remember, you disobeyed me.”
Grace bit her lower lip. Hell, he would remember that. Anticipation made the blood in her veins tingle. Something hot trailed over her stomach.
Then it hit her stomach. The slight stinging surprised her and she screamed. Oh my, he has a whip, but what kind? On the next strike, the strands twirled around her breasts and she shivered. Cold. They were very cold. How was that possible?
Then it was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief only to cry out once again when something very cold and wet was placed on her clit.
“Stop!” she yelled.
“I decide your punishment, not you.”
The vibrator went from teasing speed to full speed and her pussy tightened around the toy. Damn Max, the wicked man he was, began rubbing her clit with what she assumed was ice while the vibrator did its job.
She tried to wiggle her hips, what little she could in the restraints. Her pussy pulsed and clenched around the toy, her clit throbbing, and then she screamed as her climax hit. Her body twitched as Max continued to play with her pussy and clit, slowing his movements until he stopped all together. Her pussy kept tightening around the vibrator even after he turned the toy off. Her harsh breathing filled the room as she floated down from her orgasm.
The coldness was withdrawn, but he didn’t remove the vibrator. Grace waited and waited, but nothing happened.
“You look so beautiful with my toy up your pussy, and when you climaxed, I almost came all over your body. But I want to come inside you.” The vibrator was whisked away, leaving her feeling empty.
Max undid the restraints holding her ankles before drawing her legs up, until her feet rested in a new position. He tied them off with restraints. Her legs were wide open. There was a bit of strain on her inner thighs, but not too much. Her entire body tensed when he placed well-lubed fingers on her ass.
“You're not an ass virgin.”
“No, Master.” He knew she wasn't. He was the one who’d fucked her there not so long ago.
“Then relax, my pet. I'm just going to have a little fun.”
Grace took a deep breath and let it out. They had done this before. Ass play was a part of their sex life now. Something he hadn't seemed to expect when they got back together, but Grace was up to anything he could dish out.
Then his fingers were gone. “Talk to me.”
“What do you want me to say?” Her mind was grappling with everything. “You kidnapped me, took me who knows where. I’m tied up. You’ve teased me to climax, and now you’ve lubed up my ass.”
He laughed and she wanted to yell at him for thinking this was funny but couldn’t. Only Max could get her this excited.
“Remember the last part of your fantasy?”
Grace thought back to the night they talked about fantasies. Oh no, he couldn’t… her thought process fragmented as Max placed his cock at her pussy entrance and pushed forward. Then there was pressure at her anus.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, moving both his cock and the toy in her ass ever so slightly.
“Max…I…” She couldn’t breathe or think as he pushed forward more. He penetrated her pussy and ass at the same time. Oh. My. God. She took a deep breath then let it out. The sensations coursing through her body at the fullness of having both places filled... “How?”
The blindfold was whisked off. She blinked as Max’s handsome face came into focus. He was stretched out above her, his hands curled around the metal rod above her head.
“Since you can't see,” he whispered. “I'm wearing a strap on. I have a dildo right below my cock, so I can fuck you in both the pussy and ass.”
“Inventive aren’t you?”
He flexed his hips and she let out a groan. More and more, he slipped into her until he was fully seated in both her pussy and ass.
“This feels so good, so decadent.”
“Hold on, baby. We’re going for a wild ride.”
Max pulled back then slid forward. Her pussy and ass welcomed him each time, but soon she was trembling with the need to come and Max was sweating with the effort to hold back. “Fuck me, Master Max. I want that wild ride you promised.”
He must have been waiting for those words. He thrust harder and faster.
“Yes, that's it. Show your sub who her Master is.” Her pussy pulsed with need. Her clit throbbed and her ass tightened with each stroke.
“Yes, Max, that’s it. Give it to me. Your subbie wants it. She wants you to use her as you wish.” The words flowed out of her mouth and she knew she was his.
Max continued to thrust and she rode the tide with him. Her climax hit with the force of an earthquake, but he didn’t stop. He kept going. Her next climax was stronger than the first. She couldn't catch her breath. Her legs tingled from the pressure on them. But Max wasn't done just yet. He angled his hips and thrust hard.
He cried out as his orgasm hit, his hot seed spilling out, causing her to tighten in climax once again. Together they rode out the storm.
Max laid his forehead against hers, his hot breath caressing her face. Then he lifted himself, pulling his cock and the dildo out.
She giggled at the sight of his cock dangling over the fake one below it.
Max raised an eyebrow then looked down and burst out laughing as well. He removed the strap-on and then unfastened her legs, massaging them before laying them gently down.
"Okay?"
Grace nodded.
“While I get cleaned up, move your legs around. I’ll be right back.”
Grace wiggled her legs, letting the blood circulate, and looked around. They were in the weight room. She was on one of those tiny weight benches. Her hands were still fastened to the bar that held the barbell.
“The weight room will never be the same,” she said when Max returned.
“No, it won’t.” He unfastened the cuffs then rubbed her arms before helping her sit. “Okay?” he asked.
“Yes, but there is one thing.”
“What?” He leaned down, concern marring his features.
“I need a kiss.” She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, long, hard and deep.
“Why don’t we take this home?”
Home? Her heart pounded. It was the first time he’d called it home.
He reached behind him and held out a robe.
“Yes, let's.” She was going home with her man.
****
Grace watched her class leave for the day, except for one student, Adrian. He’d been struggling and Grace was helping him as much as she could. He was a wide receiver on the football team. If he didn’t at least get a C in her class, he wouldn’t be able to play.
“I think I have it, Miss Grace.” He stood and carried his paper to her.
Grace did a quick glance. Yes, he did have it. “It looks good, Adrian. Go to practice. You’ll be fine for Saturday’s game.”
A huge grin broke on Adrian’s face. “That’s great. Coach may be leaving, so I want to do him proud.” Adrian turned to leave.
Grace’s heart stopped. “Leaving?” What was going on? Max had never said anything about leaving.
“Yeah, a pro team called him the other day and one of their guys showed up yesterday. They offered coach a job on the team as a coach. See you at the game.” Adrian waved and jogged out of the room.
Grace sank onto her chair. A pro team offered him a coaching position? Why hadn’t Max told her?
He’d been distracted over the past few days, but she’d just thought it was the game on Saturday. It was between school rivals.
After packing up her papers, Grace grabbed her purse then headed for her car. She had a lot of thinking to do about her and Max, especially where their relationship was going.
****
On Saturday, Grace sat in the stands watching the game with a heavy heart. She had tried to talk to Max last night, but he'd been tired and distracted. There were four men in suits sitting down by the team bench, and she wasn't the only one who noticed. Several of the parents watching had asked her about the men, but she just shrugged and said she had no idea.
But she did know. Max was leaving. Her heart was breaking into a thousand tiny pieces.
In the three months they'd been together, Max had captured her heart once again and this time he was going to hold it forever. When everyone cheered, she glanced up. The team had scored another touchdown.
There was less than five minutes to go in the game, five minutes until Max told her goodbye. She tried to smile and cheer, but it was difficult. She did manage to stand and clap when the game ended thirty-five to seven in their favor.
Max was grinning and giving his players high fives. He'd brought them a long way in the past few months. He glanced at her. The look of joy on his face was almost more than she could take.
Slowly she made her way down the bleachers to where Max waited. He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “I have someone I want to introduce you to.” He didn't give her a chance to say a word before pulling her over to one of the men in suits.
“Grace this is Phil Harkness, the owner of the Arkansas Avengers. They're a new NFL expansion team.”
“Mr. Harkness.” Grace held out her hand.
“Grace, it's great to meet you. Max has told me a lot about you.” They shook hands, and she smiled. She'd be gracious even if it killed her. “I know you have things to do, Max,” Harkness continued. “I'll see you and Grace at the restaurant in an hour.”
With that, he walked away. Grace glanced at Max, who said, “Phil invited us to dinner. Let me go check on the guys and make sure everything is locked up. Then we can go.”
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