by Wendi Zwaduk
Adam tilted her head and feasted on her mouth. His tongue wrestled with hers. He swallowed her moan. She gripped his arms, loving the strength in his touch. He made her feel secure and loved. She pressed her body to his. This was where she belonged.
Adam broke the kiss first, but didn’t let go of her hair. He reached behind her. The cuffs jangled. When would he use them? She stared into his eyes. Beyond the flecks of brown and green, she saw a deeper side of him. The fear had been replaced by desire and need…and something else. Passion? Without saying the words, he offered his heart.
She wobbled on her feet. The gravity of the moment hit hard. He wasn’t looking for a short term, or even a friends with benefits. He cared about her.
“You’re thinking too much.” He grinned, then pulled the neck tie out from behind her.
So that’s what he’d been holding.
“You’ve been very bad.” Adam disengaged from her, then pulled the tie taut in his hands. “I should add a new dimension to your punishment and blindfold you with my tie.” He arranged the blindfold around her eyes. “How does this feel?”
“Fantastic. Thank you, Mr. Pallas,” she said, slipping back into character.
“What’s your safe word?” He didn’t tighten the blindfold, just held it around her head.
“Waterfall. Thank you for asking me.” She liked the dominant side of him, but loved the careful side. She swayed into his touch. The more she thought about Adam, the more love entered into the equation. She bit back a twinge of frustration. Love didn’t work in her life and there she went again, thinking too hard when she could be losing herself in his arms.
“Hmm. I don’t think you’re too worried about those assignments.” His words vibrated in her ear. Adam tightened the cloth over her eyes. “I should do something about that. Do you trust me?”
“Completely.”
“Good girl.” Adam nudged her forward, keeping his arm around her. “How should I punish you? There are so many ways, but you love them all.” She stopped moving when her shins hit the edge of the bed. “Crawl up there for me.” He placed her hands on the mattress. “On your back, then hands above your head.”
She craved the instruction in his voice. Melissa waved her ass as she plodded across the mattress. Not knowing what he’d do next, combined with the vulnerable feeling turned her on. She rubbed her thighs together. Cream slicked on her skin.
“Don’t you dare hide that pussy from me.” He swatted her ass. “Show me.”
She rolled onto her back and parted her legs, giving him a glimpse of everything.
“And what about your hands?”
She reached above her head and grasped the rungs of the headboard.
“That’s better.” Adam trailed his fingers all over her body, along her inner thighs, then to her belly and over her collarbone. He pulled the zipper the rest of the way down, loosening the bustier. The sides of the garment parted and landed on the bed with a soft thunk. Cool air caressed her nipples.
“So pretty.” The bed shifted when Adam moved. This time the cuffs clinked, too. “This naughty girl needs to remember to respect her teacher.” More metal on metal clunking, then one of the cuffs encircled her wrist. “Deprive you of the use of your hands and maybe you’ll want to use them more.”
The other cuff snicked around her right wrist, leaving her bound to the bed. A calm washed over her. He’d take care of her.
She listened for his next move and moaned. Adam licked a path of fire along her leg to her pussy. He nipped her clit, then kissed his way down her other leg. The added wetness on her cunt added to her lust. She writhed beneath him.
“Feels good.”
“Tastes good,” he replied. He flattened his tongue over her bellybutton, then swirled in the divot before nibbling on her stomach. “So good.” Just as quickly as he’d touched her, he left her alone.
Her skin prickled and she wanted to watch him. Using the blindfold on her was a good punishment. She dug her toes into the mattress. Where was he? She heard the tearing of foil and sighed. The condom. She’d nabbed herself a smart man. A man she needed more than she’d ever realized. He completed her. Then she felt his weight on the bed.
“Craving me?”
“I am.” She licked her lips. “Don’t make me wait.”
“I should.” He settled between her legs, but didn’t touch her pussy. Instead, he palmed her breasts. “I should make you wonder what I’m going to do, but I can’t. I want to touch you everywhere.” He kneaded her breast, tweaking her nipple. “Such pretty breasts. Pink and perfect.”
“Pinch them.” She arched her back. “Please?”
“Needy little girl.” He did as she asked. The sting of his touch resonated in her core. She tried to bring her legs together. Just a little rub to stave off the need. Adam sensed what she wanted to do. “No, baby. I’m keeping you on edge.”
“Yes.” She balled her hands and tugged against the cuffs. He hadn’t even gone down on her yet, but he had her right where he wanted her. She shivered.
“God, that’s hot.” He scraped his teeth over her breast, then pulled the other before he made his way down her torso. “This has been neglected.” Adam swatted her pussy. Not enough to hurt, but just the right amount to grab her attention.
“Oh!” Fresh cream coated her pussy lips. “Yeah.”
“Naughty girl.” He breathed on her fevered skin, then dragged his tongue between her folds. “Do you like this?”
“Yes.” Her legs trembled. “More.”
“More?” Adam rewarded her by inserting one finger into her tight cunt. She squeezed him. “Not enough?” he asked. He sucked on her labia and added a second finger. In rhythm with his licks, he pumped his fingers in and out of her. “Don’t you come yet.”
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten off without a dick inside her. “Adam,” she begged, “fuck me. Please?”
“Not yet.” He buried his face between her legs. Each nip and suck brought her right to the ragged edge.
She whimpered. Pleading didn’t seem to help. Holding back wasn’t going to happen for much longer. Both legs twitched and she yanked on the handcuffs.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Adam stopped touching her. He withdrew his fingers, leaving her bereft. “Have you?”
“Yes, Mr. Pallas. I won’t be late.”
“You’re sure?” He stroked her calf. “I’d hate for this lesson to be in vain.”
Oh damn him. He knew how to stretch the game out just long enough to make her crave him. “Yes, sir. I’ll be good.”
“Tell me what you want.” The bed wobbled under her ass. His knees tapped the backs of her thighs.
“I want you.”
“To do what?”
“To fuck me.” She encircled him with her legs. “Please?”
“Missy.” Adam caressed her clit with the head of his dick. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He leaned forward and buried his cock in her pussy.
Melissa embraced the warm darkness.
“Baby girl.” Adam folded her legs against her chest. “So sexy.” He pumped his dick into her cunt. His grunts and groans filled the room.
She lost herself in the overwhelming calm. Only a couple times had she slipped into subspace. With each touch, each surge into her body, he helped her find peace. She met him thrust for thrust. His balls slapped her ass.
“Adam.” She arched beneath him. “Adam.”
“Right here. Need you.” He held onto her shoulder and increased his pace. “Fuck. Baby?”
“I need to come,” she begged.
“With me.” His two-word command was all she needed. Melissa gave in to the vibrations plaguing her body. She clamped down on his dick and moaned. From her head to her toes, everything tingled.
“Holy shit.”
She bit back a giggle. He swore a lot during sex. She wanted to hold him. Wanted his head on her chest. “Thank you, Adam.”
His warm breath feathered over her fac
e. “Close your eyes. I’m going to move this.” The blindfold loosened and she blinked until the room came into focus. Adam smiled down at her. The keys for the handcuffs glittered in his hand. “You’re beautiful when you come. Beautiful when you let go, too.”
He reached above her head and unlocked the cuffs. She didn’t wait to throw her arms around his neck. Adam collapsed on top of her in a tangle of arms and legs.
“Easy, sweetheart. You’ll break me.” He rolled onto his side and tossed the handcuffs onto the floor. Adam stared at her for a long moment, then dragged the blanket over her nude body.
“What?” She touched his cheek. “You’re thinking.”
“You’re dangerous.” He rested his head on his hand and draped his other arm across her stomach. “I thought I had my life in order until you came along. Now you’ve managed to turn everything upside down. I love it.”
“Yeah?”
“You make me think and do things I wouldn’t do.” He sighed and sat up long enough to ditch the condom. The muscles in his back flexed with each movement. He didn’t turn around right away. “This is a dangerous game, though. If anyone found out what we did, they’d think twice about what happened at the school.” He finally stretched out beside her. “I’m probably thinking way too much into this. I’m good at that.”
She understood his worry. The parallel was too clear not to notice. But she also knew the situation. He wasn’t the type to do anything illegal. In the same ways he pushed her to the edges of her boundaries, she did the same for him.
“Do you fantasize about your students?” he asked. “The play is good, but have you ever thought about taking it into the real world?”
“No. Just you.”
“Good. I don’t want to see any of the kids this way, but I can’t get enough of you in that costume.” He blushed. She loved that reaction from him. His voice dropped an octave.
“I hoped you’d like it.” Melissa linked their fingers. “But I get it. You’re afraid the line between fantasy and reality will blur.”
“I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got.” He kissed her knuckles. “You’re the only one I play with. The only one I want when the lights go out. I’m crazy about you and it’s kind of freaking me out.”
“Because it’s too much too fast?” She snuggled against his side. “Or you’re having second thoughts?”
“No second thoughts.” He rolled onto his side and stared into her eyes. “I never thought I’d find the woman who’d get me to think about settling down or convince me to do more in bed besides just screw in the missionary position. You’re the one I want.”
His words curled around her heart. “I want you, too.”
“No one else? I’m talking exclusive, sweetheart. If we play these games, I don’t want you to play with anyone but me.”
“Not a chance. You’re more than enough man for me.” Melissa closed her eyes and gave into the bone-deep weariness in her soul. As much as she cared about him, Adam managed to get too damn close to destroying her defenses. He’d want things she couldn’t give him. Then what? A headache grew at the base of her skull. Maybe in the morning he’d forget the intensity of their conversation. Things would go back to normal—they’d have sex, keep exploring the relationship, but with the space between them intact.
She could only hope.
Chapter Eight
Melissa rolled her shoulders after the staff meeting. She loved her coworkers. The more time she spent with Graig and Tessa, she understood what Adam saw in Tessa. She also saw why Graig and Tessa worked together so well. He complemented her and she suited him. Melissa wanted that—a guy to get her. She had Adam. He understood all the nuances to her and wasn’t afraid to explore them with her. But he had a look in his eye. The man wanted more than sex and good times. He wanted forever.
The dark cloud in her life appeared again. Love didn’t work out. Sure, her friends Tessa and Graig had something great, but what were they going to do when it all fell apart? Surely they weren’t the chosen ones to have love last forever? No one got that lucky.
She strode back to her classroom, but a voice behind her halted her progress. “Melissa? I need to see you.”
“Dennis.” She spun on her heel. “We just spent two hours together going over the amended calendar for next year. What could you need me for?”
“I’ll explain in my office.” Dennis didn’t say anything else as he escorted her to the main office. Odd, since the man usually couldn’t shut up. She debated conversation and changed her mind. If he was quiet, then something big was up.
He opened the door leading to the back half of the honeycomb of administrative offices, then led her to his room. Adam sat with his elbows on his knees and his head down.
“Close the door and take a seat.” Dennis settled in his chair behind his desk.
Melissa sank onto the other plush office chair. “What’s going on?”
“It seems a student has seen something disturbing.” Dennis folded his hands. “We all know about you two jogging after school. I thought it was innocent, but we have a witness who claims to have seen the both of you having sex in the locker room. We don’t have security cameras and I’d rather not bring your brother in at this point to check your story.”
“Even if we did—which we didn’t—Corey would never let us.” Melissa sat on the edge of her chair. “He’d string Adam up by his gonads.”
“Nice,” Adam groaned. “Look, she told you the same thing I did. We haven’t done anything on school property.”
“Why would someone make this up?” Melissa snapped. “Bad grade? Or is it a parent with an agenda? Is Mrs. Harper still pissed about her daughter not getting into his class? She’s got nothing. We jog and change in the bathroom at separate times. Want to check on us? Go for a run or two with us.” God knew once Harper got an idea in her head, she refused to let go until she got what she saw as justice.
Dennis shifted in his chair. “Look, I don’t care what you do off school property. Why? Hell, I set up my sister-in-law last year. I can’t forbid you from dating. What I can say is to keep hands and bodies to yourself. Watch your Ps, Qs and whatever else.”
“You believe we did it?” Adam snorted. “You would.”
“No, actually I don’t. I went to bat for you because the story doesn’t add up. Even if you two did screw around in the locker room, the time is all wrong. Melissa had detention duty with Ross that day and you were with the history unit on the field trip. Like I said, play it very safe and this will blow over. If it doesn’t, I know Corey will back everyone up. Just…Christ, I’m too old for this. Get Corey and anyone else you can find to run with you. Witnesses.”
“You got it.” Adam shook his head and stood. “Stupid gossip.” He strode out of the room and down the cramped hallway to the main hallway. The muscle in his jaw twitched and he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s a load of crap.”
“Why don’t we skip the run?” She put distance between them, then whipped out her phone to send him a text. Meet me at my apartment. We can talk there.
Adam glanced at his phone, then nodded. “Fine.” He stormed into his room. She realized he’d left the building by the time she made it to her vehicle.
She hated to see him mad, but the irritated streak in him turned her on. She drove across town to her miniscule apartment and pulled into her parking spot. By the time she fed Clark and turned on her laptop, Adam appeared at her door.
“Hey stranger.” She should just give him a key. He spent as much time there as she did. “What happened today was crazy, but it’s not the end of the world.”
“I know.” He shut the door. “I convinced Albert and Corrine to come with us on all of the runs. Seems they wanted to join us anyway. Works for me since I refuse to let this person—whoever it is—win. We’re innocent. Screw them.”
“Adam.” She wound her arms around his neck. “This backbone you’re sporting is very hot. I like it.”
“I’ve got something
to fight for.” He cuddled her to his chest. “You.” He sighed. “But I’m worried.”
“About?” She had an idea, but she needed to hear the words.
“About what we did. I don’t regret our games and playing naughty student and strict teacher, but what if it got out? God. Our careers would go to shit.” He rubbed her back. “The coincidence here is starting to bug me.”
“You think I did this?” She wriggled from his arms. “You think I set you up?”
“Have you lost your mind?” His brow furrowed. “Why would I blame you?”
“Because if I wanted to play like this, then I’ve probably played with someone else just like it. And if that happened, then someone remembered.” Her guilt, albeit misplaced, got the better of her.
“For the love of God.” Adam sighed and pulled her back into his embrace. “Even if you did do that with someone else, that’s the past. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.” He rubbed his cheek on her temple. “We’ll get through this.”
“We need a better plan. How about no teacher from here on out?” She wrapped her arms around his torso. Clark wound his way around their feet. “We play it safe. Nothing where people can see us, but hot sex when we’re alone. I’ve got some great ideas for different scenarios we can play out. The secretary and the billionaire…the maid and the business man…”
“Or we get married.”
“You’re silly.” And no way was he serious. Of all the people in the world to think about getting married, they weren’t on the list.
“Actually, I’m being serious.” He cupped her jaw and stared her in the eyes. “If we’re married, then there’s no taboo. Besides, we’ve got a good thing. I don’t want to throw it away.”
“Who said anything about throwing it away?” She couldn’t believe her ears. Married. No. No. No. Good thing or not, marriage never worked. She tugged away from him again. “Adam, we’re exclusive and screwing around. We’ve got a hot thing going. Why do we need to get married?” She couldn’t look at him. “A piece of paper doesn’t keep anyone from thinking we’re doing anything bad.”
“Melissa, if we’re married, then we’ve got a place to fuck besides the locker room and we can do whatever the hell we want.”
