She appreciated his mention of Terrence. Thinking of him refocused her mind on where it needed to be. She was doing this for him, for them. And for them, she could stand a little embarrassment from Master Matthews.
“I haven’t knelt before him yet,” she confessed. But she wanted to. She really, really wanted to.
“That’s right.” He mumbled something else under his breath. “Tell me why you want to kneel before him.”
“Because I trust him and I want to experience the pleasure he can give me when I give up my control to him. And I want to be what he needs.”
He nodded. “Good answers. But what if you can’t be what he needs? What if you discover that you hate submitting to anyone?”
“I’ll cross that bridge if I get to it.” And really, she didn’t want to think about it right now. Not when she’d only arrived today and was standing naked in a stranger’s office.
“What if you find you like being the one in charge?”
She frowned. She hadn’t thought about that. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Why?”
“Because in my fantasies, I’m not the one giving orders. I’m taking them.”
“Close your eyes. Tell me.”
She closed her eyes as she remembered the one she’d thought up the night before.
Master Matthew’s office chair squeaked and she heard his footsteps as he came toward her. “Tell me, Miss Lincoln. Tell me what you fantasize about when you’re alone in bed.”
“I don’t think—”
“Exactly. Don’t think. Just talk.”
She took a deep breath. This was probably a test. She really wanted to pass.
She’d always had an active fantasy life, but the one last night had been different.
She was blindfolded and kneeling in his bedroom. He’d been waiting for tonight to finally take her and make her his. She felt a little nervous and hoped she didn’t forget or mess up. The night needed to be perfect.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway and she adjusted her position. He’s finally coming. Finally.
But he didn’t say anything when he entered the room. He crossed the floor silently and stopped when he was in front of her. She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail and he took it out. He combed her hair gently, but just as quickly, his touch grew rough and he pulled her head back by her hair.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” His voice was hard and the sound of it made her want him even more.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“So polite.” His grip tightened in her hair. “Are you ready for me to make you mine?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was so ready, she nearly hummed with need.
“I’ve waited so long to have you. You have no idea of the things I want to do to you.”
She didn’t think it was possible, but his words made her want him even more. He only had her hair in his hands; how would it feel to have those hands all over her body?
“You’re going to take anything I give you, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you know why?”
She had a good idea, but she shook her head anyway.
“Because you’re my little slut.”
Andie felt her cheeks heat as she told that part of the fantasy. “That was new last night.”
“What was?” Master Matthews asked.
“When he called me his slut.” She swallowed. Her mouth was so dry. “I’ve never had him do that in my fantasies before.”
“And how did it make you feel?”
She couldn’t understand why it was easier to talk with him about such things with her eyes closed. Especially considering how she was still naked. But she didn’t hesitate to reply.
“I liked it.” She licked her lips. “I liked it a lot.”
“Open your eyes, Miss Lincoln.”
He was close. So close. And when she opened her eyes, all she could see was him. His eyes were dark with an emotion she couldn’t name. But his voice was remarkably calm when he spoke.
“There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, Sir,” she said, and she was acutely aware her voice was nowhere near as calm as his. It’s just because you were thinking about your fantasy. That’s all. It has nothing to do with Master Matthews.
“You may put your clothes back on.” He walked to his desk and took a packet of papers and a room key. “This is your schedule for the first block of courses. Classes start the day after tomorrow. Once you’re dressed, you can head up to your room and get settled. Your roommate will be arriving soon.”
He didn’t face her again, but instead sat down at his desk and started working on his computer. She wondered if she’d said or done something wrong. It didn’t seem likely. From what she could tell, he had no problem letting anyone know how he felt. Maybe he had to get ready for the next student. May had said there were more to arrive today.
She slipped her clothes on quickly and since he was still working when she finished, she simply said, “Good-bye, Sir,” on her way out.
And though it was faint, she heard his “Good-bye, Miss Lincoln” in reply.
CHAPTER
Three
She went slowly up the stairs, taking the time to think about what had just happened. She had stood naked in front of a near stranger. Not only that, but she’d told him about her fantasies. And though she’d been a little embarrassed, it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. Maybe she was cut out for this submissive stuff after all.