Educated

by Gray Gardner

  “Kitten, I’m going to make you come half a dozen times before you leave this apartment tomorrow morning… yes, you’re staying the night,” he breathed into her ear, now holding her close with his arms around her back. He couldn’t believe she’d said what he’d fantasized only hours earlier. He couldn’t let her go now even if he wanted to. “I’ll do it with my tongue, with my fingers, with my cock, and even when we’re standing just like this, hardly touching, I’ll do it with what I say.”

  She let out a quivering breath into his ear that made his erection strain helplessly against his pants. God, this was hot and miserable all at once. And he loved it.

  “And I’m going to do all of that as soon as you bend over my bed and take your spanking like a good girl.”

  “No, Mait,” she whined, now burying her face into his shirt because she was embarrassed. “I don’t want to.”

  “I would never hurt you, I know you know that,” he said, rubbing her back gently as he cradled her into his chest. “I’m just going to spank you hard enough to remember that you shouldn’t go around calling women crass names. I want to give you a firm reminder not to ever lie to me. And I want you to think twice about ever telling me that I don’t want you. From the second I discovered you aced my exam all I’ve wanted is you. And I’m going to show you that by standing by everything I say. I’m going to make you come over and over. I’m going to protect you and look after you. I’m going to need and want you all damn day. And yes, I’m going to pull your panties down and turn that cute little ass of yours every shade of pink.”

  Mary pushed back from him and bit her lip as she looked up at him desperately. She couldn’t remember ever wanting a man so badly. And she couldn’t recall ever being so nervous and excited, either. Was that it? Was she excited? The moisture in her underwear agreed, but her head kept telling her that this was not right. She took another step backwards and clasped her hands together anxiously.

  “Don’t you want me enough to skip that part?” she quietly asked, barely hanging on by a thread.

  “I don’t want to skip that part,” he replied, unbuttoning his shirt further, revealing an almost hairless, pretty defined, and tan-although-it-had-been-a-long-winter chest. “And judging from your reaction last time, neither do you.”

  “Come on!” she urged through clenched teeth, stomping her silver heel on the oriental area rug in front of the bed. Shit, she was so close and he was just tormenting her. She wanted to have sex with him… desperately. She was seconds away from playing a very precarious game of chicken.

  He smirked. Oh yes, stomping her expensive shoe and pouting. And the angry face had returned. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled his black bow tie out from the collar and tossed it on the dresser by the baseball card wall, then pulled his shirt off and did the same.

  “Shit!” she huffed through her teeth, stomping her foot again and staring brazenly at his delicious upper body. Her eyes drifted up to meet his, sizzling as they bore into her, and all she could do was turn and run out of the room, down the hallway, and to the front door.

  Dr. Frasier stood perfectly still, except now he widened his stance a little and folded his arms across his chest, making his biceps look a little bigger than they really were. He knew without a doubt that she just needed time to mull things over. He’d asked a lot of her. She was sweet, obviously very innocent, and pretty brave. Her body was telling her things about herself that she didn’t want to believe, and yet she hadn’t run away from him… yet. He heard her turn the corner in the hallway and pause by the front door. And he hadn’t heard it open or close.

  She stared at the large, oak door only inches from her nose. She wanted this. She needed this. So why was it so damn difficult? She was an adult. She was far from being a virgin. He’d made it so easy for her, basically throwing sex into her lap. He was standing in his bedroom at that very moment… shirtless, lickable, and ready to make her come more than once, as promised.

  Her head fell against the door with a thud as she closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek. Why hadn’t Will ever asked her out? He seemed… normal. Safe. And totally boring. She’d done normal and safe and boring. Now she wanted the hotness that was basically begging for her to get naked in his bedroom. Guys didn’t really beg for girls like her back in Texas. They liked leggy, tan, sexy extroverts… not short, porcelain geeks who wasted away in the stacks of congressional libraries doing research.

  “You are driving me absolutely crazy.”

  He was suddenly in her ear, pressed against her back, running his hands up and down her dress and her legs, finally settling one flat on her stomach and the other on her arm.

  “But you know that, don’t you? Is that what you do, you bad little girl? Drive men completely insane with your enchanting little pouts and your luscious little body?” he asked, unable to stand waiting a second longer in his room. He was surprised at how relieved he’d felt when he found her leaning her head against the front door in deliberation. She definitely didn’t want to leave, but didn’t know how to say that she wanted everything he was offering. So adorable.

  “Dr. Frasier,” she softly choked, trying to find her balance with his hands on her like that. She pressed her hands flat against the front door on either side of her head.

  “I liked it when you called me Mait,” he whispered in her ear, running a finger up the inside of her thigh, trailing along the lacy top of the thigh high, touching her soft skin. He skimmed his finger upward and barely brushed the stretched lacy panties when she fisted her hands and let out a long, unladylike expletive.

  “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said sternly, his lips brushing her ear as he formed every word. “We’re going back to the bedroom. If at any point you feel like I’m hurting you, or degrading you, or just making you uncomfortable, say Felicity and I’ll stop. No questions. No funny business. We’ll just crawl under the covers and go to sleep. I’d be happy to just hold onto you all night.”

  Just holding each other? Sweet, yes, but totally not anywhere near the vicinity of earth-shattering sex like she wanted. She turned her head and peered up at him with an expectant look that also implied trust.

  And that was his cue. She frowned as he suddenly took hold of her elbow and pulled her along behind him again, through the living room, down the long hallway, and into his bedroom. Why were her feet cooperating when her head was in such a tailspin?

  “Why Felicity?” she asked, slightly pulling back as he made his way to the side of the bed.

  “It’s my mother’s name. Should hit us both like a cold shower,” he sighed, sitting down and quickly pulling her over his lap, her upper body on the plush comforter and her ass high up in the air over his leg. Before she could think about protesting he quickly flipped up that beautiful silvery dress and bit his lip in sexual frustration at the sight of her nude Brazilian cut lace panties. He couldn’t waste any time staring, though, or she’d try and change her mind.

  Smack!

  “Ow!” she squealed, grabbing the comforter and trying to pull her way to the other side of the bed. She didn’t really remember consenting to this. He smacked her again before he started his lecture.

  “You are not to call anyone who deserves your respect by anything other than their given names. Is that understood?” he loudly asked, bringing his hand down again.

  “Ouch!” she grunted through her teeth. “Yes!”

  “I’m sorry?” he asked, spanking her twice more.

  “Yes, sir!” she huffed, wondering how something could feel so bad and so good at the same time.

  “There is no instance in any sort of scenario where it is all right to lie to me. Are you ever going to lie to me again?”

  “No, sir,” she muttered, trying to catch her breath as he grabbed a handful of her underwear and yanked it completely off. She kicked her legs up as he spanked her a few more times.

  “And are you ever going to make assumptions regarding my feelings toward you?” he asked, lov
ing the way his hand almost covered her entire perky ass each time he brought it down.

  “No, sir!” she yelped, still kicking her legs. God, his hands were like rowboat oars.

  “That’s right, Mary Madeline. Kick your legs like the naughty little girl you are,” he said, watching as each strike of his hand turned her skin a little pinker. She was getting a bit too close to red, though, and he didn’t want her in too much pain, so he abruptly stopped the spanking and immediately started in on the rubbing.

  From the tops of those silky creamy thigh highs to where the hem of her dress sat on her lower back, she was splotchy and pink and gorgeous. He ran his hand up and down, gently caressing as she caught her breath, face down in his comforter. When he ran a finger between her thighs he didn’t even have to delve very deep to find her wet and hot. She liked it, all right.

  “Mait,” she gasped, as his finger rubbed down her clitoris and pushed inside her. Motherfucker, she was going to explode into an orgasm in mere seconds. She groaned and spread her legs further as he nudged them with his hands, grinding her hips slightly as he slid another finger inside her.

  The way she urgently groaned his name was enough to make his erection press painfully against his tuxedo pants. And after pushing two fingers into her just a couple of times, she quickly clenched around him and threw her head back, coming beautifully over his lap after only a few strokes. He had to fight to keep from coming in his pants at that moment, it was so hot. He had to go on.

  “I already know you love it when I finger fuck you,” he said, voice throaty from arousal. “So now let’s see how you like it when I have my mouth on you.”

  “Huh?” she asked, barely registering what he was saying as she came down from that initial high. She squealed as he grabbed around her hips and flipped her over, suddenly aware that he was running his tongue up her stockings.

  “It’s unnerving how hot it is that you wear these,” he mumbled, speech altered by his need to suck on the silky stockings as he made his way up one leg. She drew in her breath sharply when he reached the top, only to relax a little into the bed when he hooked his index fingers into the top and pulled one off. Then he did the same to the other leg, pulling slowly, kissing her skin as it was revealed.

  “Ah!” she cried, when his tongue suddenly skimmed around her soft skin between her legs. Jesus, she could feel herself building up very quickly. She was going to come in a second… again. She didn’t have the time to feel self-conscious, though, because she felt his thumbs gently spreading her apart and then his wet, warm tongue on her clitoris. “Oh God, Mait.”

  He smiled to himself as she fisted the comforter and came again. He loved that she was so sensitive to his touch. Most women demanded a lot more from him before giving it up. Mary had just orgasmed twice in about five minutes and he had barely even started.

  He continued licking her as he mumbled, “I knew you’d taste so sweet.”

  His tongue was so skilled that Mary wondered how many other women had felt it, but she didn’t linger on that thought for very long as he slowly began kissing up her belly, making some comment about how she really was a natural blonde, then pushed her dress up as he continued. Licking and kneading her breasts, he reached down and unfastened his pants. She tried to catch her breath from her most recent orgasm. Was she ready for this?

  Suddenly he was gone and she lifted her head from the foot of the bed, eyes barely focusing as she found him wrestling with a condom wrapper. She dropped her head back and used the reprieve to get her heart rate back to a less embarrassing pace. She was ready. People did this all the time. She could, too.

  He rolled the condom on and leaned over her on his forearms, kissing her sweetly as he studied her face. She seemed a little nervous, like she didn’t do this all that often, which was totally endearing but a little surprising. She was so beautiful and fascinating. Guys must have been all over her to the point where it probably got annoying. She kissed him and held his bare shoulders lightly, looking at him with lethally attractive blue eyes.

  “I want you, Mary Madeline,” he whispered, feeling desperate to be closer to her.

  She gripped his shoulders tightly and bit her lip as she looked up at him. “I need you inside me, Mait,” she groaned, pushing her hips up into him.

  He took that as a firm invitation and that’s when he made his first mistake. He positioned himself quickly and thrust deeply into her. They cried out simultaneously.

  “Jesus Christ!” Mait gritted through his teeth, trying to open his tightly shut eyes as sweat broke out across his forehead. “You’re so… fucking… tight. How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

  She focused on inhaling and exhaling as the now familiar feeling of an orgasm built up inside her again. His eyes squeezed shut above her, as he demanded to know exactly how long it had been since she’d done this. She opened her mouth to answer, but they both suddenly came so mercilessly that neither could say anything for the moment.

  Shit, had he really just come after about a minute inside her? She clenched around him and arched into him wildly as she unraveled underneath his strong embrace. He struggled to maintain some kind of control, but it was difficult. He’d never taken a girl’s virginity but he figured this was about as close as it got.

  “How long has it been since you’ve done this, Mary Madeline?” he asked a little too harshly, catching his breath as he lay above her, still inside her and still rock hard, filling her up completely.

  Was he mad at her? Her breath quivered as she blew it out and brushed her hair out of her face. It was difficult to concentrate when he was still inside her, on top of her, so close to her.

  “It’s… been a while,” she kind of muttered, not really wanting to reveal how long it had actually been. What mattered was that they were together at that moment, right?

  His second mistake was not letting it go. “How long?” he demanded, starting to look a little annoyed. He thought he was beginning to figure her out. She’d been one of those girls who’d had sex and it had been a bad experience, less than fulfilling, so she’d just figured she wasn’t missing out on anything. Could he really only be the second guy she’d been with? The thought made him feel extremely possessive of her, for some reason. Even protective.

  “Why do you care—”

  “Because I care about you,” he briskly interrupted, watching her avert her eyes and look anywhere but at him. “You don’t do this very often. Your body is telling me that. I just don’t want to feel like I’ve pressured you into something you aren’t comfortable with. I want you to feel the way I do. I want to take care of you.”

  “I care about you, too,” she softly replied, her mouth curving into a grin. Despite his need to discipline her, she felt more strongly about him than she had about anyone in a really long time.

  He slowly slid out of her and she felt so empty. He sat back on the bed against the pillows stacked by the headboard, tossing the condom aside. His broad chest and open tuxedo pants made her bite her lip as she sat up, her dress falling down back over her body as she curled her legs underneath her and looked at him.

  “Tell me now,” he demanded.

  Sighing and rolling her eyes, she muttered, “About two years…”

  “Two years!” he repeated, causing her to jump. He could barely keep himself together after going for two months. That was insanity.

  “Sorry that I don’t bang everything with a pulse like some people in this room,” she spat out, leaning back on her hands and staring at him. She didn’t like being mocked. They’d just been so intimate, so close, and now he wanted to demand that she reveal things about her past and then make fun of her? She sat still, trying to look nonchalant, and raised an eyebrow defiantly at him.

  He narrowed his eyes at her statement and obvious irritation, but he remained reclined against the headboard to try and keep a calm appearance, too. He tried to ignore the fact that they were so far apart, physically and emotionally.

  “You can a
sk me anything, but right now I’m asking you. Is this like, the second time you’ve ever been with a guy?”

  “W-what?” she huffed, choking down a laugh as she stared at him in the dim lights of his bedroom. The question and his phrasing… he sounded insecure. Big, bad, Professor Frasier… concerned about where she’d been?

  “Something funny?” he asked in a low, prickly voice.

  “Mm,” she replied, shaking her head and looking down to regain her composure. He looked so serious. “I was with someone for five years before I decided to come to Eastland.”

  He ran his fingers through his hair. That was a long time. He’d never even been with anybody for one year. He focused back on her. She’d seemed so nervous and inexperienced… was she lying to him?

  “And that relationship is over?” he asked, raising a brow.

  She shot him an incredulous look as anger pricked at her skin. He had some nerve.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think I need full disclosure.”

  “Ugh!” she sighed, holding up a hand to him and rolling her eyes again. Now he was being annoying just for the sake of being annoying. “You don’t want full disclosure, Frasier. Trust me.”

  “I’ve felt and tasted every inch of your body,” he stated in a low voice, sitting forward. “I do deserve your honesty.”

  She blushed as she took a breath and kept her eyes on his. “Fine. Sam and I were together for five years. Three of those years we were married.”

  He visibly stiffened as he stared right back into her eyes. Married? She’d been married? For three years? Compiling on top of an already endless list of inquiries was a question he thought he at least knew the answer to. “How old are you?” he blurted, frowning. Not the question he most urgently needed to ask. “No, forget that. When did you get divorced?”

  “We aren’t together anymore,” Mary answered, swallowing and looking away. “I… he…”