Lessons From the Professor by Shyla Colt

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