***
Mia had never felt anything so delicious in her life! If she died right there from pleasure, she would have no regrets. Brett’s tongue was magical, inhuman, and downright nefarious. Her pussy loved it. She was having an out-of-body experience.
And she needed to come. But Brett told her to hold off. Was he kidding? She was seeing stars, and the gyrations of her body were moving the desk. It didn’t help that she was imagining all the wicked scenarios Brett planted in her head. She rested back on her elbows and let Brett lick her pussy dry. She was his sexual prisoner, and she loved it.
He began to twirl his tongue inside her. Good God, he was merciless.
“You know, Ms. Bradford,” Brett said against her quivering, slick lips. “The tongue is one of the most powerful muscles in the human body. I learned that this week in biology.”
Who cares? Mia wanted to scream. Her breathing was rapid, and it seemed that with every breath she took, the closer she came to the edge. Brett leaned in and began his rhythm all over again.
“Brett, please! Let me come, I can’t take it.”
He stopped, and Mia groaned her disapproval.
“Not yet, my beauty. There are still some things I need to do to you.” He leaned to one side and picked up the gag and rope.
“We haven’t put these to use yet,” he said, grinning
Mia swallowed hard. Good grief, she’d forgotten about those. Her body hummed to life once again.
“Can you stand?” Brett asked as he stood back from her.
Mia thought that was an odd question, until she slid off the desk and nearly fell to the floor. Brett left her limp, as though someone had removed her spine. Brett caught her, and she leaned into his body. His chest was slick with sweat, and she heard the beating of his heart. Good, he was on the edge, too. This was torturous for both of them, but what sweet torture it was.
Brett took her by the waist and sat her on the couch. With one hand, he moved the desk closer to the couch. He positioned it, moving it back and forth.
“What are you doing?”
“I need this just right.”
Mia watched him meticulously line up the legs of the desk with the legs of the couch. It wasn’t until it looked like Brett was taking measurements that Mia realized what he was doing.
Brett reached in his gym bag and pulled out—was she seeing right? He held a fur runner. He laid it on the floor between the desk and the couch and began pushing on it, likely feeling it for comfort. He straightened up and slapped his hands together, satisfied with his work.
“Okay, Ms. Bradford. Lie down on this.”
Mia slowly got up and looked at Brett. He was such a devil. Her devil.
She placed herself on the runner. It was sinfully soft and lush. She felt herself getting wet again. It seemed that anything that touched her body could set her off at any moment.
Brett knelt with the ropes in hand. “Now, Ms. Bradford, I am going to play out one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. You’re going to enjoy this immensely.”
He brought her hands above her head and wrapped the rope around each wrist, attaching it to the legs of the table. Silky and smooth, the rope wasn’t rough, the way she’d expected. He tied her ankles to the legs of the couch, leaving her spread-eagled and helpless. She loved it.
Brett stood over her, and the most perverted smile spread across his face. “Comfortable, Ms. Bradford?”
“Brett, what are you going to do to me?” She tried to sound frightened and not so turned on.
“Fuck you the way I’ve always wanted to, the way you’ve always dreamed about. I know you have. Tell me, can any of the men you date turn you on like this?”
Hell no!
“I fantasize about you all the time. Do you fantasize about me? You can tell me. Am I good in your fantasy? Did I make you come so much that you had to change your underwear more than once?”
This boy is dangerous.
Brett unzipped his pants and slid them down his legs. He kicked them off, then took off his briefs.
No man should be this gorgeous. Mia stared in awe. Pride and satisfaction came over her. He was hers, and he wanted her.
“I’m so glad I meet with your approval.
Did he ever. He had the most beautiful…cock. That was the only way to describe it. “Penis” just didn’t fit Brett.
Brett stroked himself.
Mia was going to pass out before he touched her. Did he realize the effect he had on her?
“This is all for you, baby. I’m going to feed it to that tight, wet pussy of yours, inch by inch. You like that?”
Mia gulped. “Yes.”
Brett let out a deep chuckle and reached for the gag. “This is to keep the noise down. Although I love the way you scream my name, we don’t want to draw any unwanted attention. I don’t want to be interrupted.”
He lifted her head as he put the silk gag on. He tied it comfortably tight.
“There. You look so luscious. This gag serves another purpose. The only sound I want to hear is my cock pumping in and out of your dripping pussy. You want to hear that, too, don’t you, Ms. Bradford?”
Mia could only close her eyes and nod. He could make a woman come with only his voice and words.
Brett continued the stroking motion with his hand. He slowly bent down between her legs. Caressing her, he started with her face, then smoothed his hand over her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs.
Mia moaned behind the gag.
“Ah…ah, not yet, baby. I know you want it, but these things take time. Remember, I’ve planned this for weeks. I want it just right.”
Mia was going to burst! She pleaded with her eyes, and all Brett did was grin back at her and stroke his cock faster. She finally decided to give up and enjoy the sweet agony he inflicted on her. Once he started to inch his way to her quivering pussy, Mia squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that as soon as his tip touched her clit she was done for.
“Open your eyes and look at it!”
Oh, hell! Mia wanted to yell, but the gag was on good. She watched and felt as he entered her. His engorged member was purple; the veins looked like they were going to burst.
Inch by inch he slid in, just as promised. Mia thrashed her head. She couldn’t take it. It was too much. She screamed behind the gag, lifting her head as he continued entering her.
“You like it, Ms. Bradford? You like this young dick inside you?”
Did she like it? She loved it! She wanted to hold it, taste it, but her hands were bound.
“Damn! I love the way you feel around me. So hot, wet, and tight. I want to tell the guys in the locker room, but they probably won’t believe me.”
He was still inching into her. Damn, he seemed bigger than in the past few weeks, Mia thought.
“Are you going to tell any of your fellow teachers? What would you say? A student made me come until I passed out? Fucked me until I couldn’t walk?”
With one final thrust, he rammed his cock all the way in. Mia saw stars, lightning, and then nothing but black. She didn’t know if she screamed through the gag or not. Her mind was mush, her body all feeling.
Brett drove in and out of her. He held her hips tightly as he ground his body into her. “Yes, Ms. Bradford. Oh, you feel so fucking hot. You’re a schoolboy’s dream. My dream. You’ve become my reality. Every time you keep me after school, I’m gonna fuck your brains out. You’d like that, huh?”
Mia’s body was going into overload. God, he felt good. No man should have this kind of sexual power. He began thrusting faster and harder, the look on his face nothing short of feral. Mia could see the strain in his neck. He would destroy her if neither of them came soon.
“You hear our cum, baby? Sounds so fucking hot!” Brett snatched off her gag. Before Mia could scream, Brett covered her mouth with his.
His kiss was passionate, hungry, and violent. Just the way she liked it.
“Okay, baby, let’s come together.”
She didn’t ne
ed to be asked twice. She’d wanted to come thirty minutes ago.
Their bodies tensed. Her back arched, and he slammed into her. They both let out a cry that could have awakened the dead. He collapsed on top of her, and she lay limp and worn out on the fur rug, which was wet with sweat and sex.
Once Brett recovered, he took her by the face and kissed her tenderly. “I love you, Mia.”
Mia’s heart nearly beat out of her chest. He always said he loved her. But this time, she knew in her heart he meant it.
Chapter Twenty
Mia and Brett showered together. At first she was hesitant. They’d been down this road before: a wild night of sex, then the shower or whirlpool, and more sex. Afterward, Brett took Mia upstairs to his master bedroom. She loved his bedroom. It was very masculine—very Brett, with dark hunter green sheets and comforter. The rug was a rich, dark chocolate color, the furniture was oak, and the smell of cedar wafted lightly through the room.
They snuggled together, him spooning her. “I love riding you hard and putting you away wet,” Brett teased as he kissed the back of Mia’s head.
She giggled. “You’re terrible.”
“No, I’m good, and you know it.”
“True.”
She twisted in his arms to face him. “I’m glad we did that.”
“No regrets, no guilt?”
“None.”
“Ditto here.” He kissed her nose.
“I wish I didn’t have this meeting to go to Monday.”
“Talk about a mood spoiler,” Brett said with a mocking scowl.
“I know, but it’s been on my mind for the past few days.”
“You’re the Queen of the Meetings,” Brett said.
“This one’s different, and it affects a lot of lives.”
He scooted up in the bed. “Whoa. What’s going on at Fremont High?”
“Not just Fremont. Schools all over.”
Mia told Brett about the letter she had received from the school board and the forced retirement of her best teachers. Brett propped himself up on his elbow and listened intently, nodding here and there and grimacing when she mentioned the teachers who were leaving.
“Mr. Tingle? He’s the best calculus teacher outside of M.I.T. So what if he’s a little gray around the temples?”
“I know, Brett; it’s disgusting. Who’s going to take their place? The young teachers really don’t care. They try to be cool and make friends with the students, but they aren’t teaching them anything. And the teacher pool is really low now, along with the salaries. With the state of the schools, the unruly students, there’s just no incentive.”
Brett rolled onto his back, put his arm over his forehead, and sighed.
“I’m sorry Brett. I didn’t mean to bring you down.”
“No, no, babe. You just got me thinking about my dilemma. If you’re having this problem domestically, I’m going to catch hell for my school that was just built in Ghana.”
It was Mia’s turn to sit up. “Brett, you never really told me exactly what you do in Ghana.”
“I didn’t want to burden you with my problems. Sometimes I think they’re too big for me. I definitely wouldn’t want to put this on your shoulders.”
Mia smiled and smoothed her hand over Brett’s broad and muscular chest. “I want to be part of your life—all of it. Your problems are mine, and even if I can’t help, I can at least listen.”
Brett grabbed Mia and brought her down on top of him. “Did I tell you I love you?”
“Yes, but a girl likes to hear it as many times as possible.” Mia giggled.
“I love you.”
“I love you. But don’t think you’re being slick in changing the subject.”
“Oh, Mia, it’s a long story.”
“I have time.” Mia brought the covers up and snuggled into his huge frame. He was so warm, and he felt so safe. “Like I said, I want to share your world, not just your bed.”
***
Brett wanted to jump up and dance! For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel alone. He was in love, in love with a woman who accepted him, his lifestyle, and his burdens.
“Well,” he started, “I’ve been trying to build up this small village. Derek and Latisha have been my mentors since high school. They’re fantastic.”
“You told me about them. They’ve really been a great influence in your life it seems.”
“They’ve kind of adopted me as their son,” Brett chuckled. “They live here in Cincinnati. I’ve known them since high school, and they helped me through that. Kept my grades up and taught me how to appreciate the little things in life. That’s why I started doing community service, too.”
Mia kept her eyes focused directly on Brett.
“And I turned around and adopted them as my parents. They’ve been there for me through a lot of bad times.”
Mia looked at him curiously.
“My parents were not there for me most of my life. I believe they only kept me around for a tax break.”
“Brett….”
“It’s okay. Maybe that’s one of the reasons my projects are so important to me. There are a lot of orphans in Ghana. They need guidance, education, and to learn how to be children again. So far, we’ve built a library, a soccer stadium, a safe place of worship, and a clinic.”
Mia looked at him, obviously impressed. “With all your money?”
“Nah. Some, but not all. I get grants, help from other governments, but the grunt work and backbreaking labor comes from me, Derek, and other men.”
“They need more people like you.”
“Thanks, but sometimes there are so many setbacks, I wonder if it’s all worth it. Then I see the Otoo twins, and I say, ‘Yeah, it’s worth it’. I’m having one of those moments.”
“Oh?”
Brett went on to tell her about the teachers he had previously lined up to teach at the new school, which was opening in a few months, and how recent unrest in Ghana had sent them packing, and how no one wanted to set foot there now.
“I’m going to have a bitch of a time finding replacements. This isn’t a job for the faint of heart. They will see things that no one should see, and the living conditions are meager. It’s not a pretty place yet, but it’s a hopeful place.”
Mia laid her head against his chest. Brett felt better after confiding in her. It was nice to have someone share your pain, as well as your joy, with. This must be the glue that kept Derek and Latisha, and other couples like them, together.
Mia quickly raised her head, almost startling him. “Brett. What kind of teachers do you need?”
“Anyone who can teach the basics: reading, writing, and arithmetic.”
“Brett, I think I have a solution to both our problems.”
***
Brett dropped Mia off at home. She had some serious work to do. She could have stayed in his arms in bed all day, but there would be many other opportunities. This couldn’t wait. As soon as she walked into the house, her phone began to ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey, girl!”
“Hey, Trace, what’s up.”
“Need to talk to you.”
“Well, I have a proposal to write, if you don’t mind. Maybe you can help.”
“Cool, be there in ten.”
Like clockwork, Tracy was there. They chewed the fat a bit, and Mia told Tracy her plan.
Tracy was attacking her second HoHo when she looked up from the paper Mia was writing. “You think they’ll go for it?” Tracy asked, with a bit of skepticism.
“I don’t know. Brett is writing his part. Then we’ll put the two together and try to make our case.”
Mia sighed and pushed the papers aside. “That’s enough for now. You said you wanted to talk. Oh, I’ve been meaning ask you. What do you think of Hunter?
“He’s fine! He’s sweet. He’s very polite.”
“Gee, sounds like a real catch.”
“Okay, I admit that he’s not a rebel-without-a-cau
se type. I dunno, he seems to be hiding something, I think. Does he have a prison record?”
“Girl, you just finished saying that he has the personality of a fig.”
“I didn’t! It’s just that he seems too good. Does everything I want, almost bows at my feet,” Tracy said, with a bit of disgust.
“I thought that’s what you wanted in a man.”
“Sometimes what you want and what you get are two different things. Well, at least one of us found Mr. Right.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t give me that innocent look. You eat, think, and drink Brett.”
Mia waved her hand in dismissal. “I will admit, Brett’s been good to me. He’s such a well-rounded man. He’s done things that people twice his age haven’t accomplished.”
“I didn’t think that white boy would be interested in the plight of African kids, but from what you told me, he seems sincere.”
“He is. That’s why I want this to work. It would solve both our problems.”
“It will. Frank taught you a lot.”
“I miss him.”
“I do, too, but he’s going to be with you in spirit when you plead your case.”
“I know he will.”
***
Brett worked on his half of the proposal. He sat back and looked at the computer screen, happy with what he had so far.
The doorbell rang, so he went to the front door and looked through the peephole.
“Hey, Hunter,” he said, letting his friend in.
“Hey. How did it go?” Hunter asked. He walked to the kitchen.
“You don’t waste time, do you?”
“Nah, you know me.” Hunter took a can out of the fridge and took a healthy swig. “You know I’m always looking for inspiration from you.” He smiled.
Brett shook his head. “It went fantastic. You were right. We broke through that barrier. I’m not going to go into details, though.”
“Damn! That’s the next best thing to watching.”
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