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The collar of
consideration was snug around my neck when I knocked on his door.
Hopefully, I'd be walking out with a training collar, if we both felt
like that was the appropriate next step.

When Damien opened
the door and looked down on me, I sensed a certain level of
discontent, and fear rushed through me as I was suddenly reminded of
the woman who had heard us screwing in his office.
Either he's had
a bad day, or something is weighing on him.

“
Are you
alright?” I asked as he led me to the classroom.

“
Just a little
stressed is all,” he replied dully.

“
Care to talk
about it?”

“
It's none of
your concern.”

We sat in our usual
spots, with me on the bed and him in the chair in the corner of the
room. He really didn't look like he was into dealing with me today.

“
If you don't
feel well, I can leave,” I said, though my tone spoke
otherwise. It was selfish, but I relished my time with
Damien—couldn't get enough of it. The thought of missing out on
an evening with him made me sad.

“
No. I don't
want you to leave.”

“
Is this about
that woman? Was she the dean?” My stomach twisted from the
word.

“
She was.”
He nodded.

“
Are you going
to get fired?”

Damien sighed,
avoiding my eyes, but his expression said it all. This did not have a
happy ending.

“
She's
allowing me to finish out the semester,” he said finally.

“
Oh, Damien,
I'm so sorry.”

I wanted to go to
him, to pull him into my arms and tell him everything would be
alright, but I was afraid of how he'd react. Was he too strong to
want comfort? Would it be out of line for me as his submissive to
offer it to him?

“
It will be
alright. At least she's giving me the option to resign and not firing
me outright. It was a kindness, to be honest. By all rights, she
should have made me pack my desk that very afternoon, but we have a
bit of a history. That's the only thing that saved me,” he told
me.

For a while we sat
in remorseful silence. My brain screamed for me to do
something—anything, but I didn't know what.

“
I'm here for
you,” I said. “I don't have much to offer, but if there's
anything you need from me, just ask it. I love you so much. I'm so
sorry this happened.” My eyes welled up with tears, and my
hands began to shake.
Stupid,
stupid, Chey. Why are you crying at a time like this? That's the last
thing he needs.

I knew why though.
It was guilt—guilt for knowing I had played a part in all of
this, even if it wasn't directly my fault. If I had just ignored
Damien's text, maybe he'd still have a job.

Suddenly, the roles
were reversed. Damien crossed the distance between us, and I found
myself sobbing in his arms. He stroked my hair gently, telling me not
to worry, that it wasn't my fault and everything would work out. His
voice was so soothing, his embrace so warm. I melted against him,
wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms forever.

“
It's my
fault, really, for enforcing that no masturbation rule. I guess my
willpower isn't as good as I thought,” he told me, breaking my
sobs with soft laughter.

I looked up at him,
grinning through my tears. “Really? Is that why you called me
to your classroom?”

“
It was.”
He nodded. “I was so horny I don't think I could have gone
another day without imploding.”

The thought was both
amusing and arousing. Maybe all of my fantasizing about Damien's
aching cock had been accurate. A sick need pulsed between my legs,
totally inappropriate for the situation. Was I truly so insatiable
that my body could turn even this tragedy into a sexual stimulant?

I bit my bottom lip,
placing my hand on his thigh and rubbing towards his crotch. “And
how do you feel right now?” I asked.

He gazed down at my
hand. “I feel like you're trying to seduce me.”

“
Maybe I am.”
I craned my neck for a kiss, tasting my salty tears on his lips. His
mouth was soft against mine, feeling more vulnerable than needy.

When our lips
parted, I found myself slipping to my knees, working to unfasten his
belt bucket. Damien watched me, allowing me to take the lead for
once. There wasn't much I could do for him, but this was one thing.

He groaned as I took
him into my mouth, sucking and nibbling and caressing, worshiping his
cock with my lips and tongue. I enjoyed the feel of it growing firm
as I pleasured him, the way the meaty length of it filled out, and
his veins bulge against the surface. Men's anatomy had always
fascinated me.

Damien's touch was
gentle, moving my hair away from my face, so he could watch me suck
him off. The fire in his eyes wasn't there. Carnal Damien was asleep,
somewhere deep inside. Tonight he was someone else, someone who
wanted to give up control instead of taking it.

When I could taste
his salty pre-come, I laid him back on the bed and crawled on top of
him, hiking up my skirt and moving my panties aside to take him
inside of me. I groaned as his bulbous tip spread me wide, fitting
perfectly, as if our bodies belonged together. Once he was in all the
way, I began to move my hips, using all the skills I had learned from
his sex position video. He stared up at me, his eyes betraying no
sign of pleasure.

“
Would you
rather be on top?” I asked, suddenly feeling insecure.

“
No. You're
doing just fine,” he told me, so I continued.

I rode him until my
body peaked, and then I kept on going. My thighs began to ache, and
sweat made my shirt cling to my back, but I didn't stop. Everything
in me was consumed with the desire to make him come. For once, my
mind was more focused on his pleasure than my own. It was a strange
switch from the norm, but different could be good sometimes.

Eventually, his eyes
became hooded, and I could feel that he was about to reach his limit.
Damien's hands came to rest on my hips, and he began to buck, the
friction building so much that I could feel a second orgasm coming
on.

“
Are you on
birth control yet?” he asked.

“
No.” I
shook my head, feeling guilty for dragging my feet about getting on
it.

He gave me a
disapproving look, but didn't stop thrusting. The waves of pleasure
were coming, and as soon as Damien felt my first contraction around
his throbbing member, he was urging me off, spilling a jet of semen
onto his black T-shirt. I laid beside him breathlessly, waiting for
my orgasm to finish playing out, though all the movement had dulled
it a bit.

Damien pulled off
his shirt and tossed it to the floor, and I rolled against him,
practically forcing him to put an arm around me, so I could rest my
head on his chest. We lay in silence for several moments, catching
our breath as I ran my fingers through the soft coating of short dark
hair on his chest and watched his muscles contract. Damn, did he have
a beautiful body. Looking at him like that made me feel oddly
grateful that I was in his bed, and it wasn't someone else.

“
Do you know
what I want for Christmas?” I asked and then instantly felt bad
about it. The last thing he probably cared about was what I wanted
for Christmas, especially since he was about to lose his job. It was
such a selfish thing to have said, and yet it had left my mouth
before I could stop it.

I half expected
Damien's response to be rude or demeaning, but instead he just
replied, “No.”

“
I want you to
shave this off,” I told him, swirling my finger over his heart.

He turned to look at
me. “You don't like body hair?”

“
I prefer my
guys shaved.”

“
I trim it, as
it is.”

“
I know. I
want it all off though.”

“
If that's
what you want,” he sighed, kissing me on top of the head. “You
need to get on birth control if we're not going to be using condoms
anymore.”

“
I know. I'll
see if I can't get in to see the doctor on Monday after school.”

“
Make sure you
do. I don't like having unprotected sex knowing you're not on the
pill.”

“
Have you ever
gotten someone pregnant before?”

“
No, but I've
had a few scares, and it's never fun.”

I made a soft noise
in reply and cuddled tighter against him. What would I do if Damien
Reed got me pregnant? While I was certainly too young for children, I
couldn't help but think we'd make beautiful babies together. Maybe
someday. Was that even allowed in a BDSM relationship? Did he want
children later on? There was so much I still didn't know.

He continued, “Have
you put any thought into whether you want to continue your training
or not?”

“
I have,”
I replied.

“
And?”

“
I'm nervous
about all the extra rules you're going to make me follow, but I think
I'm ready for it.”

“
There really
aren't too many more rules. For as strict as you think I am, I'm not
very strict.”

“
Will the no
masturbating rule be on the new contract?” I asked with a
smirk, my mind drawn once more to the thought of Damien's cock
throbbing painfully beneath his jeans with desire. The image was
enough to make me want to climb on top of him and go for a second
round, but I stifled the urge, content with being by his side.

“
It will be
for you. Not for me,” he said, making me scowl.

“
That's not
very fair,” I pouted.

“
Life isn't
fair, my dear.”

I supposed it
wasn't. Fair was a world where Damien didn't lose his job just for
being with me. It was a world where age didn't matter, only love. No,
life wasn't fair.

“
Since you're
going to lose your job anyway, does this mean we can start going out
together now . . . like a normal couple?” I hesitated, feeling
greedy.

He took a deep
breath. “It's funny you should bring that up. Tomorrow, I'd
like for you to attend a munch with me.”

“
A munch?”
I scrunched my nose at the word, immediately thinking about carpet
munching. My clit throbbed with approval.

“
It's a public
social gathering for people of the lifestyle. I thought it would be
good for you to meet other Dominants and submissives.”

“
Oh,” I
replied, unsure of what else to say. All I could picture was a room
full of leather and vinyl clad people walking around and talking to
each other. “How many people will be there?”

“
It varies.
With this particular group, it can be anywhere from six to thirty
people.”

“
That's a lot
of people.”

“
Luckily,
they're having it at a burger joint this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't
be able to take you. They usually have it at a bar.”

So he is going to
take me out in public.
The
thought was exciting, though this was far from the first date that I
had pictured.

“
Am
I going to have to dress up in leathers and wear my collar?” I
asked, even though I didn't own any leathers to dress up in.

“
No,”
he gave a short breathy laugh. “It's a very casual event.
People wear their normal everyday clothing.”

“
So,
it's kind of just like a luncheon then?”

“
Kind
of.”

“
That
doesn't sound too bad.”

“
It
isn't.”

“
What
time is it?”

“
One.
So, it's going to be an early day tomorrow. I hope that doesn't
conflict with your plans. I know this is a bit last minute, so I'll
understand if you can't go. I wasn't informed of it until last
night.”

“
I'll
go,” I said quickly. There was no way I was going to miss a
change to be out with Damien in public. Not that I had any plans
anyway. At most, I might have gone to see my mother, since I knew she
almost always had Sundays off. This would be a lot more fun though.