by Janae Keyes
“Now Dora, tell me what you did wrong,” he demanded.
“I interrupted you, Sir,” I hissed as I squeezed my thighs together to keep my arousal in check. I never imagined pain to be such a turn on. He pulled at the clips again, this time he was rougher, and my enjoyment overlapped the pain.
The moment the clips were removed my body shook in near ecstasy. Ramsey went and grabbed the paddles he'd used on me, but turned the furry side down to my nipple. He barely touched it, and I nearly came at the sensations coursing through me. The other nipple, he bent and sucked between his lips.
My pleasured moans filled the room, as he dropped the paddle and suddenly picked me up.
“I'm taking you up to my bed where I will fuck you with everything, my Sweet One,” he gruffly said as he started out of the basement.
“Yes please,” I answered, wanting him inside me.
Up the stairs and in his bedroom, He put me on the bed, turned me into my stomach, and was inside me in a swift motion. I screamed out as I was already on the edge.
“Dora, tell me how bad you want my cock.”
“I want it, so bad,” I groaned as he pounded into me, my hands gripping at the messy sheets of his unmade bed.
Our mutual breaths filled the room as he took me as his. I nearly came, when he pulled out and flipped me to my back.
“I want to see your eyes when you come, and I want you to see how much pleasure you bring me,” he said as he lifted my leg over his shoulder.
This time he entered at a lazy pace. Slowly, giving me his rock-hard cock, inch by pure and agonizing inch.
I rocked my hips toward his, wanting the friction we created together. Hand groping one of my tits, his speed picked up. Harder and faster he went. The hand that was on my breast was repositioned to my hip to keep his grip on my body.
Watching him, I worked to keep my eyes open, barely seeing straight as my orgasm approached.
“Are you mine, Dora?” He asked, out of breath.
“Yes. Yes, I am. I'm all yours.”
And with my words, we both fell apart. Screaming out for one another. A look that was a mixture of agony and rapture on his face as he filled me for the second time that day.
Blissful is what it was like with Ramsey. A pure and simple bliss of just being. I dozed off into that bliss.
A chirping melody jerked me from my slumber. Ramsey next to me, groaning at the loud intrusion.
“Bloody hell, what is that?” He questioned as the melody continued.
Coming to my senses, I remembered it was my phone. I jumped out of bed and dug through my bag for it, my eyes catching the clock. Seven twenty-four a.m.
Jumping back on the bed, I pulled the sheet over my naked body before answering what I knew was a video call from my mom.
“Hey, Mom!” I said with the most cheer I could muster in my drowsy state.
“I know I might have woken you up, but I haven't talked to you,” she told me.
I observed the woman on the small screen, dark hair in delicate curls, and in full make-up at nine o’clock at night. We looked so much alike, the same shade of mocha skin, oval eyes, and thin nose, but had completely different personalities. While my mom was outgoing, vivacious, and the life of the party. I was reserved, shy, and the quiet girl no one would notice in the corner.
“Did you get my package? I didn’t hear anything from you. I hope it arrived.” She sounded worried.
“It came. I thought I e-mailed you, but I might have forgotten. I’ve been so busy with schoolwork, but thank you. Simon stole a box of my Pop Tarts,” I informed her.
“Tell him I will send more just for him, and Dora I hope you aren’t overdoing it.” There she was, fussing at me. I knew she only fussed out of love, but I was an adult and taking care of myself. “Did you finally get in with a doctor? Have you refilled your insulin?”
“Mom, everything is fine and in order. I’ve been seeing the doctor, and I have been getting all my prescriptions filled with no problems. I promise you. I’m taking care of myself.”
“You better, Dorothy Winnifred Monroe, I don’t need you sick and all the way over there.”
I cringed at my middle name, which I hated more than my given first name. I sighed and shook my head. She loved me, I knew it, and there was no arguing with a mother’s love.
“Are the other things in the box coming in handy? I want you to be safe. Are you having the intercourse?” With her question, Ramsey burst into laughter. There were literal tears in his eyes as he cackled hard. “Who else is there?”
“It’s my boyfriend, mom” I confessed as I turned the camera to Ramsey who sat next to me. He gave my mom a small wave. We’d been a real couple for less than twenty-four hours. I hadn’t expected to introduce him to my mom so early.
“Hello Mrs. Monroe, it is nice to meet you,” he said in his sweet voice.
“A boyfriend. Well, you better treat her right young man.” She was fussing again, but this time at Ramsey. He was officially family from that moment. If my mom fussed at you, you were family.
“His name is Ramsey,” I noted as he leaned toward me, kissing my cheek. I blushed slightly at his action, being so open physically with me while meeting my mom.
“And how long has this been going on? You’re in bed with my daughter, so I’m assuming there is sex. You better be using those condoms I sent.” My mom was something else and demanding. I giggled.
“Mom, I’m on the pill, remember? And everything is fine. Ramsey is treating me good. I’m good and happy,” I insisted to her.
“That’s all that matters and that your grades are staying up. Don’t slack off because you’re over there having sex all the time.” Ramsey was holding in his laughter at her. She was something else.
“I’m making sure she studies and takes all the time she needs for her schoolwork,” Ramsey noted with authority.
“Oh, I like him. That’s good, keep it up.” My mom was smiling, clearly pleased with Ramsey’s answer.
“Where’s dad?” I asked, really hoping I’d get to talk to him.
“He had a show tonight. I was there for a bit. I know it is early there. I just wanted to see your face and hear your voice. It was nice to meet you, Ramsey. I’ll talk to both of you soon. I love you.”
I swallowed to keep my tears at bay. It’d been difficult being so far from my family, but I’d managed so far. Christmas was coming up, and that would be the real test to survive without them.
“Love you too,” I cheered happily.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Monroe,” Ramsey added before we both waved and the call ended.
I leaned into Ramsey’s arms, grateful to have him in my life.
Chapter Seventeen
Ramsey
“Winifred?” I pulled Dora back to look at her as I finally let out the laughter I had been holding in at her mother. I grabbed her hand as she swatted at me, tsking. “Do you need to be punished again, Sweet One? I still have plenty of toys that you haven’t seen.” I smirked as I brushed my fingers over her lightly bruising nipple. I would have to remember to be a little gentler.
“What would you like to do today? I have the day off.” I pulled her closer to me.
“First, I hate my middle name. My mother, obsessed with Classic Hollywood, remember? I have class this afternoon. What about you? What do you normally do on your day off?” she snuggled against my chest, swirling her fingers through what little hair I had.
“Well, you could stay with me all day, and we could relax … or do other things.” I started kissing down her neck, flicking my tongue over her sensitive nipple. She arched and moaned as I continued my assault. Her fingers threaded into my hair, and then she stilled. I looked up at her, curious.
“Sugarland.”
Instantly, I stopped what I was doing and leapt from the bed to grab Dora her backpack. Placing it in her lap, I went into the kitchen to see what I had. Pepsi, milk, coffee … Nothing suitable. I grimaced at how unprepared I was for Dora to ha
ve a diabetic crash around me and then I saw it! I had orange juice. I didn’t remember where I had read it, but I knew orange juice was great for diabetics. Pouring a glass, I raced back to the bedroom and handed it to her.
“Are you okay? Is your sugar to low? Do you need to eat? What do you want to eat?” I asked her a million questions, not sure what to do for her sugar being low.
“Ramsey, shut up. I’m fine. My sugar is fine. I was just a little dizzy. The orange juice is helping. Calm down.” Dora was staring at me like I had two heads.
“I don’t want to have to explain to your mother why you are in the hospital.” I began to get dressed. I was hungry, and I wanted bacon. Sadly, though, the last time I tried cooking naked I wound up with a blister on the head of my cock the size of the Queen’s Crown. Since that day, I had never cooked naked.
“I am going to go make breakfast. Shower, dress and come down once you are done. If not, you will be in trouble. Understand?” I directed Dora.
“Yes, Sir.” She responded, getting out of bed to take her shower.
I headed downstairs to make breakfast for us; muffins, bacon, eggs, and hash browns. I had pulled out the potatoes when Dora came into the kitchen.
“Smells great in here.” I smiled as she tried to steal a piece of bacon. I slapped her hand in warning and pointed toward the table. She had her backpack with her and sat it under the table. “Want my help with anything?”
“Well, you can get the preserves out of the cabinet for me?” I pointed to the cabinet above my sink. Dora stood and went to the cabinet, and I turned back to working the potatoes on the cutting board and stove. I pulled out the muffins and put them on the counter to cool. Breakfast was almost done.
“Umm… Ramsey, there isn’t any jam. Anywhere.” Dora’s proclamation broke through my concentration.
“What? Come watch the bloody potatoes, and I’ll find it. You must be too short.”
“I stood on a chair Ramsey.” There was an edge of annoyance in her voice. I’d let it go. This time. It wasn’t her fault that I was taller than she was, and didn’t think about the chair.
“Well, let me look anyway. I know I have some bloody jam.” I was getting annoyed. “Watch the bloody potatoes, so they don’t burn.” I started to tear my cabinets apart looking for the damn jam. Bullocks. I really was out.
“Fuck. I’m out of goddamn preserves! Can’t have the damn muffins without some! Bloody hell! I thought I picked up the damn stuff when I was at the store. Move.” I grabbed the spatula from Dora as I went back too harshly stirring the potatoes, taking out my anger on them, instead of her.
“Ramsey, calm down. I have some fucking jam here. You can have some goddamned respect for me too, you know. Outside of the playroom, we are a couple. You said that. Inside, you can order me around. Within reason.” I turned toward Dora, to see her brandishing a — was that a fucking squeeze bottle? — at me. I started to laugh. “Why the hell are you laughing at me, Ramsey? I’m being serious!”
“What the hell are you brandishing a squeeze bottle at me for? It makes your whole rant … humorous.” I told her, realizing my error as soon as I spoke. I had royally pissed her off by laughing at her.
“This ‘squeeze bottle’ is jam. Smucker’s, precisely. Mom sent it in her care package. Under the load of condoms. I was getting it for you to use, since you were being such a baby about the damn jam, and decided I wasn’t going to ‘bottle’ up my feelings on your behavior. I refuse to be treated like a hoe. Do you understand me, Professor?” Dora slammed the bottle on the counter and stalked back to her chair, flopping down with an angry humph.
Picking up the bottle, I inspected it. It wasn’t Sugar-Free like I expected it to be. It was normal, except that it was in a bloody squeeze bottle. What was it with Americans and these blasted bottles? I would never understand why a nice glass jar wasn’t good enough.
“Thanks,” I turned back to the stove and pulled the potatoes off, pouring them on a platter with the bacon and muffins. I scrambled up some eggs and quickly deposited them on the same platter bringing it over to the table.
I thought about asking Dora to get the plates, but she seemed sour enough at me, it was probably better if I just got them myself. I walked over to the cabinet and got the plates and some forks, before returning to the table. Dora was eating a piece of bacon, chewing slowly as she looked at the table.
“Am I in trouble now, Sir?” She looked up at me with her big doe-like eyes, a frown on her face. I sighed as I sat at the table beside her.
“No, Sweet One. You’re not in trouble. It’s I who needs to apologize to you for being such a monster tosser this morning. You were only trying to help, and again I couldn’t keep myself in check. It’s hard around you. Like I told you before, it’s been awhile.” I ran my hands over my face and into my hair. “Let’s agree that this is as new to me, as it is to you, and this will be a lot easier. Let’s learn together, with each other. Just because I am teaching you doesn’t mean you can’t teach me.” I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. I was a mess, and this was one helluva way to start our day.
“Fine. But, Ramsey, you ever start that shit with me again, know this. My momma didn’t raise no quitter, and my daddy didn’t raise no bird.” I caught what she meant as she dished herself up and ate. I needed to get her back before too long so she could get her books and things for her afternoon class. As much as I didn’t want this to end, I needed time to think, and I wasn’t about to step on her education.
Finishing our breakfast, I cleared our plates and put the leftovers in the fridge. I was about to ask Dora if she was ready to go when the phone rang. Looking at the caller I.D., I saw a name I hadn’t expected to see. It was Dean Smith calling. Motioning to Dora to stay silent, I answered the phone.
“Dean Smith, what can I do for you this morning?”
“Ramsey, I have reports of you being inappropriate with a student. Can you stop by my office sometime today? We need to clear this up, so you don’t lose your job. You’re fresh. You don’t know all the rules. I like you boy, see you in an hour.” Dean Smith hung up the phone, leaving me speechless.
No one should have been suspecting anything. Shaking my head at how my morning just kept getting more and more fucking wonderful, I turned back to Dora, plastering a fake smile on my face.
“Are you almost ready to go so I can drop you off before I go meet with the Dean? Seems something rather important has come up and I have to meet with him in an hour.” All Dora did was nod at me as she grabbed her bag. I went to hand her back her Smucker’s, but she just held her hand up to me.
“Keep it. You need it more than I do.” She laughed at me, leaving the jam on the counter.
An hour later I was sitting in the Dean’s office, sweating. He was pacing behind his desk thoughtfully.
“Ramsey, the accusation has been made that you are in a relationship with Dorothy Monroe. What do you have to say to this?” Dean Smith was looking at me expectantly.
“James, can I talk to you man to man, not Dean to teacher for a minute here?” I hoped he would let me keep this informal. The older gentleman sat in his chair, letting out a resigned sigh.
“What is it, Ramsey? Why would they be saying these things?”
“I don’t know. It was probably the group of students that saw us at Burger King last night. I have been helping Dora in math, since she has problems with it. She’s a whiz in English. A real genius, but when it comes to numbers, they stump her.” I hoped my story would convince the man that nothing was going on. He nodded at me to continue, and I did. “Well, while we were studying once, Dora’s sugar dropped dangerously low. We decided that it would be better in the future to meet at a fast food place to study, in case of her sugar dropping.” Dean Smith was nodding as he listened.
“Well, that is understandable Ramsey. But, why would they say you were making out in your car?” His steel-grey eyes were piercing mine, trying to catch me in a lie.
I couldn’t help it. I l
aughed. “That is the most far-fetched crock of shit I have heard in a long time. I haven’t laid a hand on her other than to help her up or catch her when she fell. I only gave her a ride because it was late, and far from campus. She’s diabetic, sir. It’s not medically responsible of me to leave my student that far from her building. I thought I was within my bounds to give her a ride, seeing her medical condition.” I looked the man in the eyes the whole time I spoke, daring him to challenge my reasoning.
“I’ll let the administrators know you are doing your job, and Dora’s medical complications are why you have been giving her rides. You’re dismissed.” I was waved away as the man stood, resuming his pacing.
“Thanks, Dean Smith. Sorry to have wasted your time.” I was happy he had bought it. But we were going to have to find a new spot to meet.
“Ramsey, I don’t care if you drop her off at her building, just for heaven’s sake pick her up from like the library or something. “He turned his back to me, signifying her was done
I left the Dean’s office and went back to my car. I pounded my head against the wheel and started the car. I was annoyed, and I had stuff at home to order from Amazon. I had found Dora the perfect necklace, earrings, and bracelet the other day. It looked like today I was buying them, to apologize again. This was starting to become expensive.
After I had gotten home, I stared at the computer for another three hours, and I tried to decide if those were what I was settled on. I had to get them for her. They were her birthstone, Amethyst. Finally, I might be able to do something right. I smirked to myself and pressed the purchase button, cringing inwardly at the cost of shipping from the USA. I reminded myself Dora was worth it, and went to sleep, in a bed that still smelled like her and our lovemaking.
I woke fresh and ready to start Friday morning. I had my new group chart in hand and had posted it to the chalkboard in class. I waited as the students all filtered into the room. Dora took her seat, facing me with a small smile. I could tell she was still mad at me.
