My ass… is sore. My ass is sore, because not only did I have sex with Nathaniel Black IV, but I also let him dominate me and tried anal play for the first time. And not only had I tried anal play for the first time, but had I just let him use a finger or two? Maybe a little butt plug? No! I had full-on anal sex… with Nathaniel Black the fucking fourth!
“You’re thinking too loud,” the student in question murmurs behind me, pulling me closer and pressing his erection against my sore ass again.
I swallow, but somehow, my building freak-out seems to lessen, or at least comes to a standstill. In fact, I almost smile at his words, remembering last night and how he seemed to be so in tune with me.
A few more bits and pieces come to light, him taking care of me when we were all finished, my limbs being too heavy to move. I couldn’t even formulate the words to thank him, having never been that far gone into subspace. Not even when Midas used the Hitachi and I got six orgasms, one after another. Last night was on a whole new level, and I doubt I’ll ever experience anything like it again.
“If ever I order you to undress me, this is how I prefer my things.”
His words from last night come back to me, making me feel equal parts nervous about what the future holds and comfort that he’d want to be with me again. Which is ridiculous. This shouldn’t happen again. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. He’s my student!
He’s a consenting adult.
I work for his family!
No one has to know.
He… he’s made my life a living panic attack since the first day of school!
He felt something for you he didn’t understand, didn’t know how to deal with.
“I haven’t been with anyone else since that first time I fucked you inside my mind, because I knew it was pointless. No one could measure up to you, Evelyn.”
Nathaniel growls behind and above my head, and suddenly I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, looking down into my face. “I can hear you warring with yourself, and you haven’t even spoken a word, little mouse.” His hair is sexy as hell, coming forward over one eye. It makes me clench, and I flinch at the ache inside. He must see my discomfort on my face, because his sleepy scowl clears and his eyes soften. “Am I hurting you?” he asks, lifting some of his weight off of me.
My face flushes, which is stupid after the night we had. “N-No. I’m just… a little sore,” I whisper the last part, and his face softens even more.
And then he’s kissing me, sweet and slow, and I whimper at how tender he can be, when he’d shown me anything but before last night. He tosses back the covers, and I realize then we are both naked, something else that shows I slept like the dead last night. Normally, I have to at least wear panties, because I can’t sleep feeling so vulnerable and exposed.
He kisses down my body, and I’m so stunned after waking up in Nate’s arms that I just let it happen, the sub in me stretching her arms above her head and then settling in, loving that she’s not being locked away after a Friday adventure.
Nathaniel fits his shoulders between my legs, gently spreading me open, and then he’s there, just looking at me, staring at my most secret place. I watch him, unable to move because he didn’t tell me I can, but as he continues looking at me there, open and on full display for his perusal, my breath starts to come out in pants as I try to control my anxiousness. What is he staring at? Does he think I’m ugly down there? Is it all swollen and gross-looking from having been ravaged and fucked?
But then I sink into my pillows, relieved when he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful,” before he leans closer, pressing his nose to my mound and inhaling deeply. My heart thuds at the tenderness in his voice, especially knowing he’d never gone down on anyone before last night, because he found it too intimate. “And you smell so good, so… intoxicating,” he adds, and I shudder as his hot breath tickles my oversensitive flesh. And as if he knows exactly what to do, he lays his tongue flat along my slit and drags it upward oh-so-slowly, and with a gentleness that brings tears to my eyes.
I moan at how soothing it feels, melting into the bed, my legs going lax, making my knees fall all the way open.
“Feel good, baby?” he whispers against me, as if needing to be assured what he’s doing is right.