“This is more like it. Missionary feels like you,” she said with a smile.
He bit her nipple and listened to her gasps continue as he drove into her pussy. Her body gripped him, but he didn’t give her a chance to take any sort of control. Fucking in and out of her, he grabbed her ass and lifted her hips up as he filled her hard.
“Sir, please!” She trembled.
He watched her breasts bounce as he filled her all the way and squeezed her pink rear. “Like it? You asked for it.”
He sucked her nipples again and fucked her until she shrieked. Her body arched, and her eyes rolled back in her head. He felt her convulsions deep inside, but they only made him fuck her harder.
“Thank you,” she moaned.
He didn’t give her a chance to recover and stayed deep inside of her body. She was built for sex, with wide hips and plenty of ass to grip. Her breasts taunted him as he claimed her body as his playground. “Like being sub to a boring chemistry teacher?”
“God, yes. Please, Sir. I’m going to come again.” She tried to sit up, but he held her down.
“Come again, and don’t forget who is making you.” He pinched her rump.
“Oh no!” She shouted and rocked to him as a desperate woman would.
The view of her in full orgasm pushed Colin to his limit. He rubbed her clit and pulled from her body.
“No!” she cried out.
Her body shook in climax, but she wasn’t as happy this way. Removing the ring and protection, he crawled up her body and pressed his cock to her lips. “I thought you wanted to suck on it.”
She moaned. “You’re such a tease! Fuck me.”
He pressed the tip to her lips, and she sighed. Swallowing his cock deep, her groans vibrated on his skin. He could hold out well, meaning sometimes letting go was the hard part. Grabbing a fistful of her silky blonde hair, he slid in and out of her mouth. When she went lower on him, he didn’t pull back. She had experience, and he loved it. Fucking her mouth enough to get friction, he lost it when her tongue worked his head.
Coming in her mouth, he tried not to gag her and pulled back as she licked him dry. “Damn it, Minny.”
She released his cock from her mouth and sucked his balls. “You didn’t like it?”
The woman was gifted at sex, but she needed discipline and prodding in the right places. If he let her just go after the sex, that’s all it would be. He had to keep her wanting more.
He grabbed her breasts and massaged them. “Very nice. You came more than once tonight. I don’t think you have any room for complaints.”
“Are you warmed up yet?” She smiled as if ready for more.
“We’re done for now.” He released her wrists from the cuffs. “Don’t be late to work tomorrow. We’ll make plans for another session there.”
The disappointment on her face gave Colin that surge of power again. He might bend to her sexual needs and lose himself there for a bit, but he’d never forget he was in control and what she needed from him.
Chapter Three
Normally a smiley person, even in the mornings, she couldn’t help but feel extra happy today. Colin’s work had left her ass tender and her mind clear. Going after the sorority thing had been silly, but she hadn’t realized it might take away from others or send the wrong signals. She’d been selfish. He was right about that but then overly pushy about her academic history.
A sub with a high school education wasn’t good enough?
As soon as he walked in, she followed him into his office and locked the door behind her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. Well. About last night. I don’t want you prying into my family life.” She sat in the guest chair stiffly.
He sat behind the desk and looked at her. “Do you think I’m new? I’m not a child. We all have lives and histories that impact who we are. Finding out about that makes it a better play all around. It’s not judgment.”
“I just don’t want a shrink dom.” She folded her arms.
“I don’t want to just play or fuck. I said yes because I wanted a challenge and if you want to go slower, we can. But we do know each other. You’ve worked here for over a year. I always found you attractive. If I’d known you were a sub…” He smiled.
Her face felt hot. “Okay, fine. We’re not strangers, but you didn’t tell me the truth. You’re so orderly and neat.”
“Anal?” he asked.
“Yes, why? You want sharing. You share first.” She knew most doms would have her on thin ice right now. “Remember I’m a sexual sub. If you want more than sex…then it’s equal.”
“Fair enough. My father was an officer in the Army. I was raised on bases for most of my life. He liked order and discipline. I don’t know any other way to be.” Colin shrugged. “I can be flexible to a point, and working with students, I’ve learned not to try to control every detail. I don’t expect it from others. But my house, my rules.”
She rolled his answer over in her brain. He was so casual about it, it had to be true. “You didn’t go into the Army?”
“No. I preferred academia. I’m not a fighter.”
Maybe not. But he was one hell of a lover. He waited patiently, and she felt as if someone had put her under a microscope.
“What was it like on an Army base?” she asked.
He shook his head. “My sharing time is over.” He booted up his computer.
She didn’t want him to think she was stupid or lazy in high school. “Okay, fine. In high school, my mother was ill. It wasn’t one little surgery or something easy either. So my focus wasn’t exactly where it should have been.”
Leaving out the part about dad or exactly what happened, she waited for him to grill her for details. Instead, he rounded the desk and knelt in front of her. Tears welled up unexpectedly. The anniversary for her mom was coming up fast, and she normally went numb. With Colin, how would she face it?
“I’m so sorry. What happened?” he asked.
She shook her head swallowed hard. He cared. He could put aside his schedule for things.
He stood up, lifted her from the chair and sat down in the chair while settling her in his lap. She tried to shrug it off. “Please, it’s okay. I don’t want to be pitied or treated as a child.”
“I think you know better. I’m not Daddy Dom.” He kissed her neck. “I gave you a hard time last night because I thought you were boy crazy. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t know. I should’ve told you. I sure acted boy crazy at the party this week. How did you know about the contest and everything?” she asked to detour the conversation.
He wiped her tears away. “Nothing is secret here. The truth will always come out. That’s life in a small college town. I’d rather have a private relationship than a wild orgy. I’ll keep you busy. I know you’re smart enough for college, so it didn’t make sense to me. The truth really does explain a lot.”
She didn’t want to talk feelings now. In time, he’d get more details out of her but not at work. “So you sort of owe me for last night.”
“Owe you?” He held her tightly around the waist.
“You held out on me and teased me when it wasn’t my fault really. Things happen. I know you were fishing for abuse or something you needed to be careful of, but no one ever hurt me. Never date raped or anything. I don’t need a protector or a healer.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I need a bedroom dom.”
“You do. One who’ll keep you challenged and keep you eager. It’s not only about fulfilling needs but about power and building to that rush.” He kissed her neck.
“You’re good at all of it. So patient and controlled.” She rubbed her ass over his crotch. “I think I earned a ride for my honesty.”
“You do? Here?” He glanced back to the door. “Can you be quiet?”
She nodded. “Can you let me get off and come inside of me this time?”
“If I want to.” He shook his head. “We shouldn’t make a habit of this at work.”
“It’s early. Most of the old guys aren’t even in yet. The young ones are busy, and they’ll just be jealous.” She hopped off his lap and opened his fly.
He stood and pushed the pants and boxers down before sitting leisurely. “Bottom desk drawer under the spare box of tissues,” he said.
“Right.” She opened it and found a small box of condoms. “You might need to stock up.”
Today, she’d dressed to tease. A black pencil skirt with a white top and a black belt. Her heels were high and her top cut low. He liked how she dressed, and that was a relief. Too many doms had tried to change her sexy style. She grabbed protection and walked in front of him, leaning over and kissing his lips.
“I won’t engage in sex here often. You’ll get enough tonight.” He tugged her skirt up and smiled at her lack of panties.
“We’ll see if you get enough of me.” She pulled down her clingy top and the bra underneath. Thankfully Colin had the privacy of the windowless office.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her close until she had to kneel on either side of his legs. Good thing those chairs had no arms on them, or they’d be stuck this way. She slid her legs forward and planted her heels on the ground as she rubbed her pussy along his erection. Hard for her already and confident, the man wasn’t some nerdy scientist after all.
When he smacked her rear, she put a finger up to her lips to keep things quiet.
“No, if you don’t care, why do I?” he challenged her.
“Fine. Have it your way. You’ve got tenure. Let me be fired.” She slid the protection on him, and her pussy followed right after. Sinking on him slowly, she closed her eyes and hoped that old wooden chair would hold.
He nipped her lower lip and pulled her up until he was able to suck her nipple into his mouth. She gasped and eased down. The tug on her breast and the relief in her cunt were magic. The strong grip he had on her ass made her whole body tingle as she rose and fell on him.
“Liked that flogger?” he asked against her flesh.
“I did.” She moved lower and took all of him. Grinding to him, she leaned back a little and his hands caught her.
“You wanted the paddle,” he said.
“You’ll get to it. You like control, take it. Come in me. It’s all I want now,” she whispered in his ear.
He sighed and smacked her bottom. “No games here.”
“I want to see you come.” She gripped his shoulders as she rocked her hips.
“You tasted it last night.” He lifted into her.
She felt his control slipping slightly. Riding him, she’d work for her treat. “I was busy swallowing. You like this, too.”
His eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts, but it was her pussy doing more work, squeezing his cock deep inside of her as she rode him. His hands gripped her ass so tight she’d have finger imprints she’d admire later. “Come now, so you have time to make my ass red tonight, please, Sir,” she said.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth.
He bucked so hard she nearly lost her hold, but he had her. She watched his face contort, and his serious look give way to an expression of utter pleasure. Pressing her body to his, she kissed him. “Thank you.”
“We’re not done.” He reached between them and used one finger to work her clit.
“No.” She wiggled.
“I’m not taking you off. You’re nice and full. It’s your turn to come.” He held her tight with just one finger on her clit and his other hand swatting her backside.
“I can’t be quiet.” She shook her head and gave him a pleading look.
“Then kiss me.” His mouth claimed her.
She grabbed his face and held on as he rubbed her clit faster and added more fingers to the job. Her hips snapped down on his cock as she built quickly. The man was a genius. His pressure was even and consistent with no hesitation as she gasped, moaned, whimpered and finally cried out into his mouth. His moans helped to muffle her squeals of release as her body melted to his.
As she buried her face in his neck, he held her. “See, you can be quiet.”
“You’re amazing,” she whispered.
“We’ll see about that red ass tonight at your place. I’ll be there at six. Write down the address for me.” He smacked her ass.
“My house?” She froze. “No, I don’t have the collection. Your place is decked out for the play perfectly.”
“I can work with nothing. It’s your turn to play host.” He tugged her bra and top up. “You don’t want me around?”
“No, it’s just small and not much.” She shrugged. Why was he pushing things so fast? She didn’t make big, tenured-professor money. She climbed off him slowly and found her footing.
Pulling her skirt down, she admired his spent cock as she grabbed a pen from the desk and wrote her address mindlessly on his to-do pad. His desk was so orderly she didn’t need to look for anything. Army brat. It fit him. They were getting closer, and it scared her just a bit.
* * * *
He agreed with her assessment of the apartment. Small and nothing fancy was right, and he also didn’t care for the location. It was a cheaper section of apartments just off campus, and he wanted her to be safe. Protectiveness of a sub was normal, but with Minny it was stronger than anything he’d ever felt. Working with her for a year probably had a little something to do with that impulse.
She wasn’t dumb or gullible, but something about the way she’d shared her mother’s illness made him feel as though she’d had too much worry in her life.
“Want more?” she offered.
He looked down and realized he’d devoured all the pasta and Alfredo sauce with spicy chicken. “No, I’m good. I didn’t know you were such a good cook.”
“Not as healthy and well-balanced as you.” She wiped her mouth.
Grabbing a breadstick, he watched her clear the table in that same cute little outfit from earlier. He’d had the best day despite whiney grad students and uncooperative research. She made everything better.
“Did you cook for your mom?” he asked.
She paused then took a sip of water. “Yep. She didn’t eat a lot, the drugs, so I cooked rich stuff. Things she craved. Did you learn to cook on the Army base?”
“Partly. It’s important to be able to take care of yourself.”
She sat down next to him. “Your body is clearly good enough for the military. Why didn’t you try it?”
“I liked school better than following orders. As high up as my dad got, everyone has someone above them giving orders. At least with a department head, I can make my case and have a healthy debate.” He shrugged.