further, and she bit her lip as he added another finger. He paused. His fingers retreated as he added more lube before he slid two fingers back inside her tight channel. “How’s that feel?” “Better.” The coolness of the lube coupled with the easy glide he’d settled into turned the stinging discomfort into a throbbing that made her moan. “Oh my God.” She pushed herself against his questing fingers as a new sensation spiraled through her body. “I knew you’d like it, pet; now hold still while I fill you with something much better than my fingers.” Her body shook with the effort to remain still as he lined his tip up with her rosette. When he eased passed the tight ring of muscles to slowly sink home she went boneless against the bench beneath her. He stilled when his balls rested against her ass. “Are you okay?” “Yes, Professor!” “You want me to continue.” “Yes! Yes!” She cried, afraid to even move, lest he stop. “Then that’s what you’ll get.” He drew out and pushed back in. “I want to feel this tight hole milk my cock.” His words made her moan as her body tightened. Sidney reached around to manipulate her overtaxed nub, and she let go. A gush of fluid exploded and dripped down her thighs, covering them both. “That’s it, my girl. Come for me.” Her back arched off the table as she screamed herself hoarse. Her body bucked against him in a desperate attempt to prolong the wave she was riding even as her mind screamed she couldn’t take any more. His feather-light kiss against her shoulder made her smile as she lay sprawled against the bench. “You did wonderfully, pet.” He pulled away, and untied her wrists massaging each to bring back circulation. “How do you feel?” “Exhausted, yet completely sated and content.” “Good. I knew it’d be like this with you.” She sighed as he massaged her back gently as she came down from her high before he helped her off the bench and guided her toward the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed. You can barely stand up.” The pride in his words was hard to miss, and she rolled her eyes. Men of all ages were the same.
Chapter Twelve
Sutton took a deep breath as she stood outside the door to her condo and mentally prepared herself to enter. So much had changed over the past couple of days. She and Sidney had ironed out an official contract as he officially took her on as his submissive. Because of the restrictions of her job they had opted to do an alternate version of a collar, a white gold set of handcuffs studded in diamonds that rested in the small of her cleavage where they wouldn’t be seen during her shift. Between bouts of love-making and play they’d talked about numerous things. They balanced each other out in a weird way. Sidney had the uncanny ability to talk her through her self-doubts and neurotic tendencies. She helped him loosen up and trust. Sidney ’s childhood had been a rough one. As the only son of four siblings it had fallen on him to protect the women in his family from their alcoholic Father. It was that experience that led him to study human behavior, and geared him toward the need to be in control. He had promised to be more candid with her, and she had promised to try to overcome her penchant for putting her needs last. Carissa’s car was in the driveway, so she knew she’d be home. It was time for Sutton to get her space back and stop feeling responsible for a grown-ass woman. She caressed the jewelry for reassurance before she unlocked her door and stepped inside. Carissa lay across her beige suede couch with a remote on her hand and a blanket covering her body. “We need to talk.” “Oh, so now you want to talk?” “I’m serious, Carissa. Turn off the TV.” Carissa complied, eyes wide as she stared at her in shock. She set the remote on the couch and placed her hands in her lap as Sutton made her way