We ate in comfortable silence, glancing at each other every so often. I took the time to look her over and figure out what it was about her I was so drawn to. I knew it wasn’t just her innocence, but also her assertive personality. It was never something I looked for in women, but with her… with her, it was so fucking sexy.
Finishing her food, Emma placed her fork down and looked up to meet my gaze.
“Can I be honest with you for a minute?” She placed her hands down in her lap and sat back in her seat.
I frowned at her. “I want you to be honest with me at all times.” I set my own fork down and took a sip of my wine.
She chuckled and looked down at her lap. “Of course… I just… this whole situation feels weird to me. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t regret coming here. I just feel…” she looked at me and laughed. “You’re my professor. Don’t you think things will get awkward?”
“Things will only get awkward if you let it. We are both adults. I can separate my professional and personal life. The question is, can you?” I picked up my napkin and wiped my mouth before continuing. “I can still have you transferred to someone else if you’d like. You’d have to do it soon, but it can still be done if you wish to continue on with the night.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want that. I want to learn from the best and from what I’ve heard… that’s you.”
I smirked. “I strive to be the best at everything I do.” She blushed and looked down at her empty plate.
Pushing my seat back, I stood up. She lifted her head and watched me with wide eyes as I walked to her.
I held out my hand. “Come with me.”
She eyed me warily and slowly reached her hand out to meet mine. “Where…”
I placed a finger on her lips before she could finish her sentence and then walked her into the living room. I stopped in front of the wall of windows and stood behind her.
“I want you to stand right here and look out at this view,” I said as I moved the hair away from her neck and pressed my chest to her back. “What do you feel?” I whispered into her neck. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before slowly letting it out. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she relaxed her body into mine. I could feel the racing beat of her heart. “What do you feel, Emma?” I asked her again as I ran my lips over her earlobe. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She kept her eyes closed and just felt.
Bringing my hands down to her waist, I squeezed and pulled her back against me so she could feel how hard she was making me. She moaned and pushed her ass into me. With our height difference, all she did was grind her ass on my thighs, but I knew what she was doing. I knew she wanted more, and more was what I’d give her.
Walking forward, I pushed her against the window. Her forehead rested against the glass and her hands splayed out above her head. She didn’t object to any of it, and a sly grin fell across my lips. I knew she would be one who was willing to please.
With my hands on her waist, I backed up just enough to see her ass poking out. She was a beautiful sight. If it weren’t for my fucked-up ways, I’d take her right there for the entire world to see, but I couldn’t. It felt wrong to me. So, I would do the only other thing that felt natural to me: I’d give her pleasure.
The rain had started to fall and drops of water were running down the glass. I could hear thunder in the distance and it vibrated against the window.
Leaning back into her, I brought my lips down to her ear. “I’m going to touch you, Emma,” I informed her as I slid a hand down her thigh to the hem of her dress, causing her to moan. “I’m going to make you come.” My fingers ran up her leg slowly, meeting her hot, wet panties. “Right here,” I whispered into her ear. She fogged up the window as her breathing became ragged. “For all the world the see.”
She spread her legs without having to be told and I rocked against her at her willingness to please. She gasped as I yanked her panties aside so I could feel just how wet she was for me. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath at my arousal. She was so fucking wet. I moaned into her ear as I ran my finger along her pussy lips, drenching my fingers in her juices.
“Please,” she begged on a moan.
“Shhh. There will be no talking, only feeling,” I said to her as I spread her lips and ran the tip of my finger over her clit. She let out a few pants before biting at the bottom of her lip. She pushed into my hand to try and get more friction, but I kept pulling away. “Do not move. Just feel,” I told her again.
I knew it would take time. It was always hard for those who liked being in control, and Emma had dominance in her. Not a lot, but I could tell it was there. If I let her have control right then, she’d probably tell me to fuck her right there and if I wasn’t a fucked-up mess, then I probably would.
Rolling two fingers around her clit, I brought my other hand up to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. She moaned in approval and bucked her hips against me. I knew she was close by her breathing and deep moans. The body couldn’t help but move on its own accord, seeking the promised pleasure, the release, the rush which would last mere moments, but would feel so fucking fantastic.
I moved my hand away from her breast and brought it up to her throat; gently pushing her head back to rest on my chest. I could feel the rapid beating of her heart and I squeezed just a little as I brought my lips down to her ear once again.
“I’m not the ever after you’re looking for, Emma,” I breathed heavily in her ear. “I’m your one-night stand.” I rubbed harder and faster against her clit, squeezing just a little bit more around her throat. “I’m no good for you,” I groaned as I rocked my cock into her back. “I will ruin you,” I said as she finally released. I loosened the hold around her neck and she rode out her orgasm as she continued to grind against my hand, letting out long, soft moans.
I retracted my hand from her panties and grasped her hips with both hands, just in case her legs were to give out.
She rested her cheek against the cold glass, catching her breath before she finally pushed herself away and turned to look at me. Her eyes were hazed and full of lust.
Then she gave me a sexy little grin. “Ruin me then.”
Chapter 12
Emmalynn
I was still trying to calm my racing heart when Mason walked away from me and headed to a room off to the left.
That had to have been the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life, and I’d loved every minute of it. No one had ever made me feel that way. I lifted my hand up to my throat and closed my eyes. I knew there were women who were into crazy sex games and dominance, but I never thought I’d be one to like it. Just having his hand around my throat and his deep, sexy voice in my ear sent me over the edge. Even thinking about it now is turning me on again.
Mason stopped at the entranceway of the room and opened the door before turning to look at me.
“Before we go any further, we need to discuss a few things.” He walked through the door and left me there with a confused look on my face.
That didn’t sound good. I started walking toward the door. He could want to talk about so many things and it made my mind whirl.
I went into this fully aware of what I might’ve been getting myself into. I needed it. A night of being wanted, a night with no cares, just feeling.
After the afternoon I’d had, I just wanted to get lost in another man’s arms.
Tim had called me earlier in the day. I was going to ignore the call, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me and I’d answered it. I should have ignored the damn thing. I had no idea what he was doing home in the middle of the day, but he’d called me to tell me I had a box of things waiting to be picked up and he’d rather me do it sooner rather than later. I’d asked him to just ship it to me, but he’d stated that if I didn’t pick it up, he’d trash it all. He was being a prick, a side of him he’d never shown to me until that point. I had no idea why he was treating me so horribly, but I wanted to get it over with and ou
t of my life, so I’d went over there after my last class.
I had the idea to call Becky or Victoria before I’d headed over there, just so I’d have some support, but decided against it. That was stupid on my part. I should have called reinforcements. I arrived to the apartment to find Stacey there along with all of her shit.
I knew then why I needed to come get my things so quickly.
The whole situation was humiliating, and having her there looking at me like I was a piece of shit on the sidewalk was the icing on the cake.
She kicked a box to me and walked off as Tim came from the kitchen. I wanted to say so many things, but I wasn’t that person. I didn’t start confrontations. Victoria was the one who could come up with something to say. I, on the other hand, was horribly bad at it. I could call her a slut, but then if she retaliated I would have no idea what else to say. It just wasn’t me. But oh, the battle I was having in my head. I wanted her to get hit by a bus.
“That’s all your stuff,” Tim said, pointing at the box. It was a medium-sized box filled with pictures and some of my old school things. Probably items of no importance that could have been tossed, but I’d honestly rather him call me so I could look through it then have him throw it away. So, yes, I was glad he’d called me to come get it; I just wished he didn’t have to shove the bitch in my face. But who was I kidding. He was an asshole and she was a bitch, so they were perfect for each other.
I squatted down and picked up the box. It dawned on me that I’d have to take a cab since I’d have to haul the damn box home, and that pissed me off even more.
I glanced at him one last time before I turned to leave. He looked exactly the same as I remembered, but he was so different. I wasn’t sure how I’d missed it after all those years. Thank God for Stacey.
“Thank you for everything,” I said, with as much sincerity as I could.
He looked confused, but I didn’t care. I walked toward the door and opened it before he finally spoke.
“Thank you for what?”
I smiled. “For not letting me waste my life away by staying with you.” I headed out the door and closed it without looking at his face to see a reaction. It didn’t matter. What mattered was I felt like that door had finally closed for good. I was going to move forward, and I couldn’t see any better way than doing it with Mason.
The sound of a door closing brought me back to the present, and I continued toward the room Mason had gone through. I was still apprehensive about the whole thing, but I wanted to be spontaneous. I wanted to live a little. I wanted to do something reckless, something I could look back on when I was old and say to myself ‘I did that once.’ What was the point of having a life if I wasn’t going to live it to its fullest?
I walked through the doorway and found Mason standing by a bed, pulling something out of the side drawer. I stopped a few feet in and waited for him to turn around. He placed something on the bed and then turned to me.
“Please, come sit.” He gestured toward the bed, sat down and waited for me to join him.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I finally sat on the bed. I was nervous. Any sane woman would be. My eyes went directly to the bulge in his pants and I started wondering what it looked like. I could tell just by the way he was grinding his hips into my back that he was a decent size.
He cleared his throat and my eyes flew up to meet his sly grin. I looked away, embarrassed. I had no idea why I was acting like such a damn schoolgirl. He made me feel so inadequate, like he should’ve been anywhere but there with me.
I saw him move from the corner of my eye. I looked up and felt his fingers on my cheek.
“You should really stop looking away from me when you get embarrassed. There is no reason for you to feel ashamed.”
I looked into his eyes and smiled, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. I bit my bottom lip and chuckled. “You’re just… kind of intimidating. But I’m sure you already know that,” I said without thinking.
I looked away from him, but immediately brought my eyes back up to meet his. If he wasn’t so intimidating I could probably stare into his eyes all day long.
Reaching an arm out on the bed, he picked up the item he’d set down moments before and lifted it up to me. “Have you ever worn a blindfold before, Emma?”
I took it from his fingers and glanced down at it. It looked like something you’d see those fancy rich wives wear on TV shows when they tried to nap during the day.
“No,” I said as I continued to look at it.
“Look at me, Emma.” I brought my eyes back up to meet his. “I told you the other day that this was going to happen.” He gestured toward the bed again. “But it all depends on your reaction to what I’m about to tell you.” He got up from the bed and I followed his movements until he was standing by the far wall. My insides were in a knot as I sat there waiting. I was already nervous, and this was only making it worse.
“If you come to my bed, Emma, I’m going to fuck you. I don’t do the pansy-ass shit you’re probably used to. I’m aggressive and I will give you orders which I expect to be followed.” He walked closer to the bed as he spoke. “That blindfold,” he pointed, “will be worn at all times.” I swallowed hard as he got closer, my inner walls clenching at the tone of his voice. “There will be no talking unless I command it. You will be in that bed for one reason.” He stood at the end of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, reading over my expression. “I won’t invite you over again for dinner. I may, however, invite you over to fuck and when I am through with you, I will leave.” My eyes widened as he continued to speak. “I will not change the way I do things, and don’t ever expect me to. I told you earlier: I’m not your fairytale, Emma. I’m the man who will fuck you until you can’t move.”
He stood there as everything he’d just said sank in, while I continued to look at him with my mouth hanging open. I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to something like that? I was appalled and turned on all at the same time. I wanted to slap him and attack him. I was so confused. A part of me knew this would only be a one-night stand. Wasn’t that what he’d said before? Maybe he was just making a statement. Either way, I didn’t know how I felt about it.
I looked down at the blindfold and bit at my lip. This was just sex. Just sex. No, not sex. It was fucking. He only wanted to fuck me. Could I handle seeing him every week at school and separate the personal feelings? I wasn’t sure. There was an underlying sense of caution floating around my head. This wasn’t normal; none of this was normal. Well, it wasn’t normal for me, but it appeared it was immensely normal for him.
“What are you thinking?” he suddenly asked.
I looked at him with a frown. “Is this some kind of dominate/submissive play, because I’m not into being some kind of sex slave.” That sounded so much better in my head.
He walked back over to the side of the bed and took a seat next to me. He had a grin on his face as he lifted his hand to my cheek and gently rubbed his fingers down my jaw line. “This isn’t dom/sub BDSM play, princess. This is just how I fuck.”
I stared at him for a moment as I took in what he’d just said.
This is just how he fucks. My insides did a flip. I can handle that, right? I can be in the moment. I can let all my inhibitions go for one night. That’s all I was expecting, anyway.
I looked into his eyes, biting my bottom lip. “What do you want me to do?” My body instantly flushed and the corner of his mouth curved into a grin.
I was putting myself out there. I was nuts, but wasn’t this how the other half lived? Maybe I should have drunk more wine. Then maybe my heart wouldn’t be pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.
He got up from the bed and walked toward the blue upholstered armchair sitting against the wall. He took a seat, lifting an ankle to rest on his knee.
I sat there and stared at him as he looked me over, rubbing his finger against his scruffy chin. I could feel the slight tremble in my body as I waited and wondered what
he was thinking. Maybe he was having second thoughts or something. At least that was what it looked like as he gazed at me with his eyebrows furrowed. The longer I sat there, the more I was starting to think this was a bad idea…and then he finally spoke.
He removed his hand from his chin and rested it on the arm of the chair. “Grab the blindfold,” he commanded, pointing to the bed where I’d just set it down.
I looked down at the blindfold and reached out to grab it. My hand was trembling, but I didn’t know if that was because I was nervous or turned on. I stared at it in my hands before raising my eyes to meet his.
“Stand up and walk toward me just a little bit.” He directed with his hand.
I stood up from the bed and slowly walked toward him. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, so I stared at his chin. A small voice inside my head was telling me to run out of there as fast as I could, but I told it to shut the hell up. A man had never commanded me before. I’d read and heard talk about it, but never experienced it. Desire coursed through my veins at the thought of my fantasies being played out. I’d had dreams about it in the past, but never thought I’d ever do it.
“Now, I want you to put the blindfold on and strip for me.”
He said it so casually I almost thought I’d misheard him.
“W-what?”
He grinned. “I want you to put the blindfold on and strip for me, Emma.”
My mouth went slack for a moment as shock coursed through me, but then a giggle escaped. I looked down at the floor and shook my head at myself. I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I was petite and had curves in all the right places. Maybe a little too much curve, but that was the way I liked it. I’d just never done a striptease before. It was embarrassing, especially in front of someone who had never seen me naked.
“I’ve nev…”
“There is no need to be embarrassed. You’re beautiful,” he said, cutting me off.
I nodded. I was the one who’d said I wanted to do this, so I needed to just do it.
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