I hesitated, my cheeks heating. "Yes."
"We will. Once we've explored more. I'm sorry that I've never done the whole thing with you. It seemed like I was always waiting for you at 8th Avenue instead of the other way around. And then you always seemed to throw me off my game with your seductive ways…"
I couldn't keep a smile off my face. "What do you mean?"
"You have a way of disrupting my train of thought, Ms. Bennet. My plans all crumble when that happens. I planned on giving you exactly what you read about in my letters, but I failed."
"I know. I felt very cheated. Like false advertising…" I said, pouting. For a moment, he took me seriously but then he laughed.
"I better get it together."
I nodded, smiling at him. "I'd like that. Finally get what I paid for."
He grinned. "One of these nights, we could meet at 8th Avenue. You have a key. I'd want you to wait for me," he said, running a finger across the tops of my breasts, making me shiver. "Naked except for your stockings and garters, your collar and a blindfold. I want you kneeling on a pillow by the bed, your lips parted. I want you nice and wet for me, waiting."
"When?"
"Shh," he said, holding a finger to my lips. "That's for me to decide. I'll text you and let you know."
He pulled me more tightly against him and kissed my neck, his lips trailing down my throat to the swell of my breasts. Then, he kissed me, his kiss soft, his fingers in my hair. Soon, his kiss became more passionate, his lips parting mine, tongue finding mine, making my heart race, my body warm.
I wanted him right then and there.
He unbuttoned my sweater and ran his tongue along the top of one breast, the warm wetness of his tongue sending a chill through me. He rolled down the fabric of one cup, and squeezed my breast, his thumb and finger tweaking the nipple to a hard point. I inhaled when he covered it with his mouth and sucked, his tongue soft against my flesh. The sensation sent little jolts of desire through me and I couldn't stop from groaning.
Then, he pushed me down on the bed and began undressing me, his movements needy, rough, struggling with my buttons before pulling the sweater off over my head. He pulled down the other cup and sucked on my nipple, and I couldn’t stop from gasping when he drew his teeth over the hard nub.
He unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, pulling them off my hips slowly. Underneath was a matching pair of cream lace bikini panties.
"What are you going to do?" I said.
"Katherine," he said, frowning just a bit. "No questions."
I grimaced. "Sorry. But when we started all this, Lara picked you because you love to teach. I was supposed to be a student…"
"School's out." Then he kissed me again, silencing me with his mouth, one hand squeezing a breast while the other cradled my head.
I did my best to shut off my questions, shut off my mind and curiosity and waited. Not knowing what he had planned was exciting and a bit exhilarating. He ran his hands over my body, his fingers grazing my erect nipples, his palms warm over my belly. One hand covered my mound while the other slipped underneath me, grabbing my ass and pulling me up on the bed. He lay on top of me, grinding his erection hungrily against my groin. I whimpered, and couldn't help but respond, thrusting my hips up to meet his. He lay between my open thighs, his face directly above mine, his blue eyes holding mine.
He kissed me, then traced his tongue down my throat and shoulder down to one breast, circling my nipple, then lower over my belly. He spread my thighs with his hands and slipped his fingers between my folds to the entrance to my body. I groaned and writhed under his touch, which was firm, insistent. Two fingers slid inside of me, and I gasped, my body trembling.
His mouth and tongue followed his fingers until he was between my spread thighs, my body open to him completely. I could barely breathe when he leaned over me, his hands on each of my knees, staring at my body like a lion considering his prey.
Then he left the bed and went to his closet. From where I lay on the bed, I could see inside the closet. Beside racks of clothes and shoes, was a black wooden cabinet with a padlock. He removed a key from a shelf and opened the lock. Inside the cabinet, I saw an assortment of leather ties, straps, some thin nylon rope, and several rubber-looking toys that looked like dildos or butt plugs and several long bars that had places to attach cuffs – spreader bars.
He selected several leather cuffs, some other longer straps and then I saw him choose one sex toy and a bottle of lubricant and returned, his hands behind his back.
"Lie with your head at the top of the bed. Close your eyes, Katherine."
I said nothing in reply, closing my eyes and trying to give in completely, but it was hard. He'd never used either a dildo or a butt plug with me, although he had begun to stimulate my anus with a finger during our encounters. When I protested, he told me that I would get used to it and eventually, it would become erotic. I knew when I signed the agreement that anal was on the agenda, but I felt he'd take his time with it. I wasn't sure I was ready yet.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes.
"Don't be nervous. Nothing I do will hurt."
I nodded and took in a deep breath, my stomach filled with butterflies, my flesh aching with need. I moved further up on the bed, lying with my hands over my head close to the headboard and my eyes closed. My heart was pounding in my ears as excitement built in me.
The bed compressed as he climbed onto it, straddling me, his knees on either side of my hips. First, he tied a soft cloth blindfold around my head, covering my eyes. I blinked, to check if I could see anything but the blindfold covered my eyes perfectly. Then, he took my hands in his and attached leather cuffs to each of my wrists before fastening them to the headboard. I pulled on them to test how secure they were. I could move an inch or two, no more.