32. Connor
CONNOR
She hands me the book, The Forbidden Fortnight, once we’re on my couch.
“What am I looking at here?” There’s a shirtless guy with glasses on the front, looking like he’s maybe in his late twenties.
“That’s supposed to be the professor in the story. He and his TA bump into each other at a sex club, and they give themselves two weeks to do ‘scenes’ together before they vow to never indulge again.” She looks up at me. “Do you know what scenes are?”
Not really. “I can guess, but can you explain?”
“It’s a dedicated period of time when you assume the dom-sub roles, within whatever rules and boundaries everyone’s agreed to.”
“Makes sense.”
“Anyway, the professor and TA eventually fall in love, and it’s a happy ever after.”
“Nice. Okay.”
She ruffles through her bag but then ends up empty-handed. “You know what? I’m not even giving you the other one. It’s a mafia book and the situations…are kind of extreme.”
“So let me focus on this one. Plus this guy has glasses. Relatable.”
She gives a small giggle. “Sounds good.”
“Where do I start? I’m not going to read this whole book right now?”
She takes it back and thumbs through to the scene she wants me to read. “Look at this chapter.”
The lack of context is confusing at first, since I know nothing about these characters beyond her brief explanation. But then I focus on the parameters of the activities, and I start getting engaged.
“Ms. Cart, you’re going to sit in that chair, hands tied behind your back, and not move. Not an inch, you hear me?” I’ve wrapped the cloth bindings tight enough that she can’t do much anyway.
She nods, eyes wide. You could hear a pin drop in the room. In my mind, I’m pretending it’s our empty classroom—instead of the club.
“You’re bare under that skirt? Like I asked?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“You’re the best fucking teaching assistant I’ve ever had, Ms. Cart.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
“Now let me see that beautiful pussy of yours, my good girl.” I walk up to her where she’s sitting and push her legs out wide. “I’m going to suck on that pearl between your legs until you scream…”
I adjust my pants. In my mind, I’m doing to Eden what the professor is doing to the female character, and it’s only taken a few sentences for me to get half hard.
“Okay, yeah, that’s…I like it,” I tell her as I hand the book back to her. “Is there more like that?”
“Yep, pretty sure this book has like six spice scenes. Here, this one was a fave.”
A fave means I need to pay attention. And I do. It involves food play—a whipped cream scene—and more restraints, and yeah, it’s hot as fuck.
“Enough reading. I have some ideas.”
Her brows raise. “Ideas sound good.”
“Oh, they’re going to be excellent, Ms. Larsson.”
She bats my arm. “Not that name. It makes me think of my stepmom.” Noted. “Should we move locations? Your room?”
My nod results in us going to my bedroom. Once we’re there, we stare at each other at first. Then I realize: she’s waiting for her cue, idiot.
“I’m going to try some things inspired by that book. But we’ll still be Eden and Connor, okay? And anything you don’t like, you tell me.”
Her shoulders inch down, and she breaks into a grin. “Okay, my safe word will be ‘red.’”
Obviously she’s done her homework. I wasn’t even thinking of a safe word. I’m pretty certain I know what it means, though.
“So if you say ‘red,’ I’ll stop whatever’s happening. That’s what ‘safe word’ means, right?”
“Yes.”
She waits expectantly, and I get us started based on the game plan in my head.
“Sit on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.” She says it half in jest, but half not…and my dick notably hardens again, regardless.
Interesting.
The thing is, I think we should be taking this seriously. Not making jokes, if we’re going to test what we like.
“When you say, ‘yes, sir,’ keep that joking tone out of your voice,” I say firmly, but not unkindly.
Her eyes snap onto mine, and I watch as she processes my shift in demeanor.
“Yes, sir.” Even in tone this time, and soft.
And yup, my dick stands at full attention just from that.
Keep going, Connor.
I scan her outfit, a soft peach shirt over a pleated patterned skirt. “Can you take your shirt and bra off for me, Eden?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
She immediately corrects herself. “Yes, sir.”
I probably should have clarified earlier to address me only as sir. This is definitely “I don’t know what I don’t know” territory. I’m going to need to do more research.
Meanwhile, she compliantly strips off her shirt, and now that I’m paying attention, it’s clear the expression on her face has shifted. She looks at peace.
Is that what’s happening to me too? I feel unusually centered.
She removes her bra and her bare tits spring free. Fuck. They’re gorgeous, slightly fuller than a handful, her soft peach skin offset by dark pink nipples. I can’t wait to see how she likes me to play with them.
I lick my lips at the thought. Her nipples are hard, ready for my attention.
Not yet. Instead, I test another dynamic.
“Look at you doing what you’re told. You’re listening so well.”
Her eyes melt with pleasure at the praise.
“Beautiful, you look beautiful.” Reading her expression, she likes that comment too, but not as much as being told she did well. Very interesting.
I adjust my glasses so they lie straight. “Now spread your legs for me, Eden. Slowly.”
With her weight on her arms, she leans back slightly and brings her legs apart, inch by inch. Soft pink cotton suddenly in full view, with a noticeable wet spot.
Part of me is dying to race over and worship her without delay. But I hold myself back. Control the situation. Measuring our limits.
“Stop there,” I command, again keeping my voice kind even if my words are stern.
She’s panting softly now, whether it’s because I’m doing a good job at this or because she enjoys showing herself off for me, or both.
As for me, I’m stunned to note that I’m already leaking pre-cum in my shorts. Jesus. Focus on her, I tell myself.
The words that come out of my mouth next—I’m not even sure where they come from.
“You’re obeying like a good girl. I’m very pleased.”
She gives a little whimper in return, her tits shaking slightly.
“Pink panties? I like that color on you.”
“Thank you. Sir,” she says softly, and fuck if I’m at risk of coming just from that.
“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m going to take them off you and see what else we both enjoy, okay?”
She nods, no hesitation. “Yes, okay.”
I kneel, and my hands hit her hips a second later, the pads of my fingers running against the cotton on each side. Once I reach the elastic, I curl my fingers in and drag the fabric down.
She’s kept her legs wide, like I asked. Compliant. “Look at you. Look at you, being so perfect.” She lets out a pleased sigh. Praise, praise, praise, I tell myself.
“Good listeners get rewarded. Do you want to be rewarded, Eden?”
“Yes…” she breathes out.
“Yes?” I prompt.
She blinks, then remembers. “Yes, sir.”
Wanting her completely bare to me, I quickly find the snap to her skirt and pull it off. Her legs fall wide again, and I slide my hands up her thigh, my thumbs pressing along the smooth skin until they hit the crease at the top.
“You’re spread open so beautifully for me, Eden. You’ve earned my mouth. I’m so proud.” She lets out a moan from my words alone. Fuck.
In the meantime, I’m at full mast, my erection pressing against my shorts, and I can tell it’s going to take a miracle to keep myself from coming. We’ve confirmed I’m enjoying this exercise too.
Her eyes rake my face. “Do you…do you need to take your glasses off first?” Her voice no more than a whisper. “Sir?”
She must be thinking of the time on the couch last week, when I removed them before going down on her. I haven’t yet tonight, wanting to see every dimension of her responses. But once I’m drowning in her pussy, I can go more aggressively without them on.
“Remove them for me, my smart girl.” She immediately does as instructed, placing them on the side of the bed.
No more delays. I bend down, hands gently pinning down her upper thighs, and I lick up her wet, salty seam with the flat of my tongue, savoring the taste of her. She bucks the slightest bit once I reach her clit, but brings herself under control without any direction from me.
“I’ll never get enough of your taste.” Her only answer is a moan, as I use my tongue to explore her sensitive areas. I avoid her clit for now, so this lasts.
Although I don’t know if I’m going to manage to keep from shooting, myself. If I do, I’ll just suck on her through it. My dick will get attention another time.
Swipe. Lick. Nip. Swirl. I take my time building her up, seeing what she likes. But soon she’s squirming, fighting to stay still, making little cries. I decide not to keep edging her. Not tonight.
“You may come, beauty.”
“So…good,” she gasps out.
I dip my mouth down to her clit and blow on it, one last tease, before finally licking the nub, then repeat the motion. I swirl my tongue on it, around it, and her cries switch to ones of pleasure. Everything about this is so hot—but I focus on what she’s reacting to most intensely.
Like last week, she’s so responsive that it doesn’t take long for her to start shaking, pushing toward her crest. I renew my efforts when I feel her orgasm start, her noises growing louder.
She’s quite vocal, but I fucking love it. The message received that she’s into this as much as I am, and that she’s comfortable letting go with me.
My grip around her thighs tightens the slightest bit more, pinning her against the mattress, confirming my power. She moans again, and shit, my cock is ramrod straight. I’m high on the feeling of being in charge, but I think I’m going to love mastering her pleasure even more.
By the time she comes, she’s absolutely dripping, my lips coated with her juices. I’m not even ashamed to say that I make a complete fucking mess of my shorts as she shakes under my hands.
Still, I don’t leave her pussy until I sense she passes her peak.
Kissing her softly on the upper thigh, above where my hands are still locked in place, I peer up at the absolute masterpiece of her pink, wet pussy, and then bring my eyes to hers.
“That’s my girl. My perfect Eden.”