After Class

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

F eeling my skin sting in every seat I had for the rest of the day was a very particular kind of torture. I couldn't get Adrian's calm, dominating voice out of my head. I knew now that there was no going back. I had to have more of him.

My phone buzzed as I was getting into my apartment that night, and I pulled it eagerly out of my purse. Seeing Ethan's name on my screen made my heart skip a beat, and not in a good way.

Glad to see you doing well Casszy :) I hope you know I'll always be here for you.

I was instantaneously irritated. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He had barely even been there for me when we were together. I texted back quickly, as Charles rubbed around my feet, demanding food.

I don't thinkSophia would appreciate you texting your ex. Take it from a girl who's been there.

Satisfied that he wasn't going to get me to give in to his cheesy lines, I fed Charles before pouring myself a glass of wine and settling onto the couch to watch Game of Thrones. I was only 10 minutes into an episode before my phone buzzed again. It was still Ethan.

Don't worry,Sophia is super chill. She wouldn't mind if we were still friends.

I laughed aloud, making Charles look up at me skeptically from his food bowl. Even though it made me laugh, I was shaking with anger. Friends? Really? After all his shit, after the cheating, the lying, the cruel words, breaking me down one underhanded comment at a time?

Fuck off Ethan. We're not friends. We'll never be friends.

I threw down my phone, determined to be done with it. It buzzed again almost immediately. I didn't want to pick it up. I didn't want to know what he had to say. I didn't want to give him the chance to get inside my head.

I picked up the phone.

You're overthinking, as usual Cass. Just because I didn't want to commit my whole life to you doesn't mean you have to be a bitch. But whatever. I guess you'll just go on being miserable with yourself.

I deleted the text thread, my hands shaking. I really tried not to cry. But furious tears were making my eyes sting and my chest hurt. For a few brief seconds, I buried my face in my hands and let go, hard sobs wracking my chest. I hated him. Hated him. I wanted to change my phone number, block him, erase every trace of him from existence. I wanted to forget all the things he had ever said to make me feel bad about myself, things that wheedled their way deep into my brain because I'd been stupidly vulnerable and in love.

My phone buzzed again. From where it lay face up on the cushion, I could see that it wasn't Ethan this time.

It was Adrian.

I scrubbed the tears off my face and picked it up.

I was just thinking of you. Are you okay?

I almost started crying again, just from relief. Why did I have to be so emotional? Sniffling, I texted him back.

I'm trying to be. Hard night.

Almost immediately, his response:

Do you need to talk?

My heart swelled, and then immediately fell. I didn't want to involve him in my drama already. What guy would want to stick around a girl who was still crying over her ex? Better to keep it as simple as possible than have Adrian think I was weak too.

Thank you, but I'll be okay. I just need a little time and to finish my glass of wine, haha.

A minute passed, and then:

Cass, if we're going to keep doing this incredibly stupid thing that I know we both want, we need to keep communication as open as possible. Are you sure you don't need to talk?

I smiled, his concern touching me.

No, really, it's okay. Just not tonight. I'm too emotional I guess. Hormones or some shit.

I waited. Then:

Please don't write off your feelings. Whatever you feel right now is valid. It's alright if you don't want to talk tonight, but please soon. Would you be free to come to my house Saturday night for dinner?

Woah . . . did he mean a date? An actual date? I hesitated before responding. The amazing sex was one thing, but a date meant emotions. It meant more of these crappy feelings that were currently making me heart feel like it was getting punched. Open communication. I guess there couldn't be any harm.

Sure thing. I'll be free :)

As I lay in bed that night, my mind was rushing. Was I really about to get this deeply involved? When Adrian said "open communication," surely he didn't really want to hear what was going on inside my head. The insecurity, the uncertainty, the rushing thoughts. No guy wanted to hear that. Still, Adrian had so far not been like any other man I had been involved with. Not only because of the kinky sex, but because of the care he took in every interaction with me. The questions. The way he watched my face for acceptance and hesitation.

I tossed and turned, disturbing Charles and making him run off to sleep on the couch. It was just dinner . . . and probably sex. God, yes please . Now that I had calmed down from what Ethan had said, I was still aching from earlier. My ass stung against my pajama pants, and I finally had to slip out of them to be more comfortable. With my eyes closed, I thought of the way Adrian's eyes had looked as he called me over to him.

"Come here, little girl, and get over my knee."

The touch of my own fingers between my legs made me shudder. I imagined Adrian's fingers caressing inside me: the way they had found every tender, sensitive spot and manipulated it fully. I moaned softly, imagining him above me, his hand squeezing my throat with perfect control. My pleasure peaked and I gasped, shuddering. The rush forced the anxiety from my body, and I rolled over, exhausted. With sleep swiftly consuming me, my last lingering thought was of Adrian's gentle, dangerous hands caressing my face as he whispered,

"Did you like that?"

I managed to throw myself into catching up on my reading for the next several days. I took careful notes, highlighted passages and tagged pages, determined to get my head in the right place. If I was going to go into a lifetime of debt with student loans, I was going to at least make it worth my while with good grades.

I worked part time in the campus bookstore, so in between study sessions I spent the rest of my hours there. I was falling back in to a strange and unfamiliar normalcy with Ethan out of my life. I had gotten so used to spending my free time after working studying with him at his mom's house that I was uncertain at first what to do with those hours. I spent way more time than was really necessary compiling reading notes and making my notebooks look aesthetically appealing with multi-colored gel pens. I was slowly learning to be myself again.

Then, far sooner than I expected, I was waking up on Saturday. It didn't hit me at first, and then I remembered: today was the day. I was going to Adrian's house for dinner.

I spent most of the day in restless anxiety. I cleaned the entire house, threw out old food in the fridge, and even began raiding my closet and throwing out the worn out clothes I didn't wear anymore. My nervousness was suspended between two ideas: the first was my worry over actually having to sit down and have an intimate conversation with someone new. Adrian made me feel comfortable, open. But our engagement had never gone beyond the realm of tense flirting and dark sexual encounters. What if he wanted more than I was ready for? He was a little older than me, so what if he was one of those commitment-ready types who drew out timelines for their relationships and set deadlines on when they should be married by?

The other idea was less a worry and more a giddy, nervous excitement. I was going into Adrian's territory now, and after all his promises of what he would do to me "next time," I could hardly bear the wait. Especially after getting no release from him after that spanking in the classroom. I could get myself off, sure. But for the first time I had found a guy who could give me more pleasure than I could give myself. Thoughts of him kept me tense throughout the day, until I managed to distract myself getting ready to leave.

My phone buzzed, a text from him.

Still on for tonight? Here's my address.

It was for an apartment on the other side of town, a nicer area located near yoga studies and juice bars. I threw on a dark violet dress, a slim leather choker and a pair of patent leather pumps. As a final, devilish touch, I made sure to wear the new black garter belt and thong I had sent him a picture of previously. My nerves were shaking me up even more as I went to the parking garage to fetch my car. This wasn't a big deal. It was only a big deal if I made it a big deal. It was just a nice, simple, ground-rule laying talk over dinner.

I texted him my arrival after I had parked. The apartment building he lived in was tall and modern, a nice combination of red brick and brushed steel. There were plenty of people meandering the streets on a Saturday night, popping in the various bars and cafes. Unlike downtown, the bars here attracted a slightly older, calmer crowd. There was an actual apartment lobby and a doorman who directed me to the elevators. I entered and pushed the button for the 9th floor.

My phone buzzed.

Let yourself in, the door is unlocked :) I'm just finishing up dinner.

He was actually cooking for me? My stomach growled and I realized that I hadn't eaten anything since early that morning when I had slurped down a single bowl of cereal. Stepping out of the elevator, I found his apartment at the very end of the hall. I checked my lipstick a final time, and with an irrational fear that I was about to barge into the wrong person's apartment, I opened the door.

The smell of something heavenly filled the air, spicy and savory. The entryway turned immediately to the right, leading me by a slim decorative table topped with some odd silver art piece that looked like a ball of crunched metal.

"Hello? Adrian?"

"In here!" his voice echoed from just at the end of the hall. I peered around the corner, and found myself looking into an open style kitchen. Everything was sleek, modern, and compact, a relatively small space that Adrian seemed to have taken full advantage of. He was standing there over a sizzling pan of what look like creamy pasta. I smiled immediately. There was no more sure-fire way to make me happy than with carbs.

"I hope you like Scoglio," he said, with an easy smile. He wasn't wearing his glasses this time, so his dark eyes caught me even more intensely as they turned to me. He was dressed casually, in a black short-sleeved button-up with dark jeans. I couldn't help wondering if he was wearing his belt today. His hair was loose, giving him the appearance that he had just been running through wheat fields, or surfing on the California coast.

Wow, Cass , stop staring at the man and say something human .

"Smells great!" I said, squeaking in my eagerness. He chuckled as he took the pan off the burner and began to scoop the pasta and seafood goodness onto two plates. He had a small table just beyond the kitchen, at which point the dining area led to an open living room. All his furniture was varying tones of greys and dark blues, and it was peculiarly clean for a bachelor pad. There was a modestly-sized flat screen on the wall, so clearly this guy wasn't surviving off of mere student wages. Off to the right was a closed door, leading to what I assumed was the bedroom.

"I heard you like wine?" I turned, to see that Adrian had already set the table and was holding a wine bottle. He popped the cork and began to pour, the blood-red liquid filling our glasses. "I'll be honest, I know a lot more about whiskey than I do about wine. But the woman at the store said this was a good one, so . . ." He shrugged, looking rather sheepish. It was fascinating to see him outside of his usual dominant state. Even so, just being near him was giving me pleasant little shivers.

"I hope your other classes have been a little less . . . unusual . . . than mine," he said as we ate. I was trying to eat slowly and not like a starving animal, but the food was delicious. I dabbed my mouth carefully with my napkin before answering. So much for my lipstick lasting long.

"No, I have to say your class is the only one I feel like I'll be getting extra credit for," I smiled slyly, happy to get a laugh out of him.

"Oh, I see how it is," he said. "I should have known, it's all just for the extra credit."

"A girl has to graduate somehow."

We both laughed easily. My anxiety had entirely dispersed, replaced with an overwhelming curiosity, a desire to hear him speak.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?" I said.

"Well, my mom is full-blooded Italian," he said. "And I mean straight-from-Italy Italian. She was in the kitchen every night cooking for us, so of course all the kids had to learn to cook."

"All the kids? How many of you are there?"

"I'm the second oldest," he said, taking a sip on his wine as if trying to remember exactly how many siblings he had. "My brother Damien is oldest. My sisters Elaina and Adrianna are youngest, they're twins."

"Damn, four kids," I said. "My parents just had us two, my brother and I."

He chuckled, "Yeah, family reunions are always fun, especially considering that the only one of us who still adheres to Catholicism is Adrianna. My poor mom just about had a heart attack when I told her I was an atheist." He shook his finger and mimicked a high-pitched voice. "My son, you are going to straight to Hell! I will pray for you!" He shook his head. "And don't even get me started on how horrified she was that I was actually going to move out to go to school."

"My mom couldn't wait to have us out of the house," I said, still smiling at the idea of a small Italian woman scolding Adrian for his lack of religion. "She was the typical white suburban soccer mom. But after she and dad split up, I think she really just wanted to get back into the dating scene. Feel like she was 20 again, or something like that. She couldn't really feel 20 with two kids in the house."

Adrian nodded in understanding. We traded stories, laughing about Adrian's father catching him smoking pot at 13, or the time my mother had walked in on me watching PornHub. We talked about the many places I had lived growing up since my father was in the military, and that I planned to try to study abroad in Europe.

"If you stay in Italy, I can set you up with family there," Adrian said. "They'll do nothing but feed you the entire time."

I helped him clear the dishes before we sat down to another glass of wine. The view of the city through his windows was stunning: the lights twinkling and neon bar signs flickering. The conversation lulled and Adrian's gaze went over my face, searching.

"So," he said, leaning his chin on his hand. "What are you looking for Cass? With what we're doing . . . what kind of relationship do you want?"

I squirmed. I wasn't used to being asked so frankly about something as simple as what I wanted from a man. It should have been simple, but I found myself stuttering.

"I'll be honest, Adrian," I said, with a little sigh. "I just got out of a relationship. Two years. My ex really put me through shit, and I'm not . . . I'm just not really . . ."

"Ready for a relationship?" he finished for me.

I shrugged. I felt guilty. "Yeah. My emotions aren't in the right place."

"That's fine," he said, smiling when he noticed my obvious discomfort. "Don't feel bad to say what you want and don't want, Cass. It's important. I have no problem with something casual."

"I like what you do to me," I said softly. "This whole . . . dominance thing. I really like that."

He chuckled darkly. "I noticed. You're definitely a submissive."

Worry suddenly punched me in the gut. Submissive. Weak, like Ethan had said. Trying too hard and getting walked all over. I swallowed hard.

"You don't like that term?" Adrian frowned slightly, immediately intuitive to my discomfort. I shrugged again.

"It's just that my ex always told me I was too . . . too weak. That I let him walk all over me and do what he wanted." Crap . My eyes were actually welling up with tears. "And I did, honestly. Like I knew he was cheating and I still . . . tried to make it work."

Adrian's frown deepened. "You can't blame yourself for that. And being submissive isn't weak. It takes a great deal of trust and effort to submit to your partner. The fact that your ex abused your trust is his weakness, not yours." He tapped his fingers on the tabletop. "Are you familiar with BDSM relationships? Was your ex-"

"He really didn't care what happened during sex as long he got off," I scoffed. "I've never actually had someone make me orgasm like you did."

He smiled, looking pleased with himself. "I'm glad. It pleases me to please you. Perhaps that sounds odd coming from someone who, very obviously, is pretty sadistic."

I laughed. "Oh you mean you actually liked spanking me? I thought it hurt you as much as it hurt me."

He chuckled darkly. "I thoroughly enjoyed every second of you whimpering and trying to stay quiet. I liked watching your skin get red and knowing that each spank got progressively worse for you. And there are many other painful things I would enjoy doing to you, Cass. But what is very important about this is that if we continue this relationship – even casually – is that you must understand that as the submissive, you hold the power."

I frowned, confused. "Isn't that . . . like the exact opposite of the whole BDSM thing?"

"Not at all. It's crucial that the sub, or submissive, maintains the authority of the last word. If you need me to stop, I will stop. The idea is that the submissive wants these things – punishments, domination, bondage, humiliation - just as much as the dominant does. So obviously you would push your own boundaries, and have the trust in me to stop when you need me to."

I had never thought of it that way. I honestly knew next to nothing about the BDSM scene and what it entailed, besides the whole whips and chains part. It seemed Adrian was more experienced.

"You've had submissives before?" I queried.

"I have," he said. "Every relationship I've had so far in my adult life incorporated elements of BDSM. It's simply what I enjoy, and what I know I need to be satisfied. What all that incorporates depends entirely on who I'm with and what they like. I have very few hard limits myself. I'm open to almost anything."

Hard limits. I hadn't thought about that before either. Then again, with my limited knowledge, there were only so many things I could think of as being immediately opposed to.

"I mean . . . I would prefer if we didn't do anything related to golden showers," I said with a shrug. He laughed aloud, shaking his head.

"That's fine with me," he said. "Is there anything else you're opposed to? Or better yet, is there anything you want to try?"

My mind was becoming a blank, filled with rushing thoughts and a growing horniness. Was I really sitting here discussing the intricacies of a BDSM relationship with my professor? Was I really discussing being in a relationship? My heart jumped, nervousness stifling me. Adrian noticed.

"You're worried," he said. "Why?"

I shook my head. "I just . . . I have a lot of baggage, Adrian. Most of the time I don't feel strong, like you say a sub should be. I don't always feel pretty, or desirable. I got left after two years for a girl who was doing everything I was too scared to do. I really . . . I just . . ."

"You don't want to get hurt," he said softly. I nodded. He sighed, but not in an irritated way. He almost sounded sad. Then he looked up, and those dark eyes met mine with the vicious intensity that made my insides immediately clench.

"Come into the bedroom," he said. "Let me show you how strong you are."

The bedroom was dark, dominated by a massive four-poster bed. The sheets and coverlet were all silky greys and reds. A window took up the wall to our left, and Adrian moved ahead of me to throw back to the curtains, lighting the room in the city's neon glow. The opposite wall was dominated by three large bookshelves, covered with literature from end to end.

"That's an impressive collection," I said softly. Adrian smiled, taking my hand and leading me nearer to the bed. He pulled me close in his arms, and I surrendered to the embrace. His fingers caressed up my throat, stopping to take gentle hold of my face.

"Remember," he said. "Trust me to be in control, but don't be afraid to tell me to stop. I'm going to push you, Cass. I want to see how far your limits are."

I nodded, desire spreading through me and making my skin tingle. The naughty voice inside was screaming for his touch, for him to throw me down on the bed and have his way with me. But to judge from the diabolical way his eyes were gleaming as he moved behind me to unzip my dress, I had a feeling it was not going to be that easy.

"I am going to discipline your desire," he said, his fingers stroking my back as his opposite hand drew my zipper down. Goose bumps spread over my skin. His lips brushed my neck – once, twice – and then his teeth found a hold at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. I whined softly. His hands drew the shoulders of my dress down over my arms, and then down past my waist.

"Mmm, I recognize this lingerie," he said. "You tempted me with these things before." His hands grasped my hips appreciatively then reached down to cup my ass. He squeezed, and I felt his fingers trace along the thong. "What did I warn you about wearing things like this? Naughty things like this will get your pretty little ass spanked."

I gasped as I felt him bend down and nip at my exposed cheek. He kissed along my bottom, his hand holding my hips in place as his teeth grabbed me again. I didn't know what to do with my hands as he continued to send chills running over my body. I wanted to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him close. I wanted to feel his tongue.

He suddenly turned me around, jerking me close to him with his hands still squeezing my ass. "Someday soon," he said, holding me captive me his gaze. "I'm going to claim your ass as mine. I'll fill that tight little hole with every inch of me."

My eyes widened. Now that was something I had never done before. The idea of being invaded there , somewhere so tight and somehow even more intimate, made my toes curl. My breath caught as Adrian suddenly pushed me back onto the bed, the soft blankets swallowing me. I gasped again when he seized hold of my arms, expertly flipping me over onto my stomach so that I was bent over the edge of the tall bed. His nails traced down my back, hooked under my panties and swiftly yanked them down.

"Listen carefully, little girl," he said. One hand was pressed against the small of my back, while the other was playing tantalizingly below my cheeks. "If you beg me to stop, I won't. We'll use a safety word. That way you can more fully engage in your submission to me. What safety word would you prefer?"

"Uh . . ." I couldn't think. Every inch of me was hot and bothered and the last thing I could come up with was a word that would make him stop the very thing that was making me this way. He chuckled, seemingly aware of my predicament.

" "Red" is typically my go-to," he said. "So remember that. If you really need me to stop, if you are no longer enjoying yourself and it becomes too much for you, that's what you'll say."

"Okay," I breathed, then immediately yelped. His hand had swatted down across my bare backside, leaving a stinging space the size of his hand.

"We're going to fix how you address me," he said. "As your dominant, I will expect you to address me with the proper respect. "Yes, sir," and "no, sir" are appropriate responses. Do you understand?"

"Oka- I mean yes, sir!" I had felt his hand cock back for another swat. Instead it went back to gently caressing me as I corrected myself. I sighed, all my pent up adrenaline and desire make my head spin.

"Already so eager for me," he said with a little chuckle, as one finger teasingly stroked over my most intimate place. "You're going to have to wait quite a while for that little girl. I'm going to make you suffer for me first. Remember what I told you after your last spanking?"

I couldn't seem to remember. I was too wound up, too utterly absorbed in his voice to think back on anything else. "I don't remember, sir."

"I told you that next time I spanked you, I would make you hold your own panties in your mouth to keep quiet."

Oh . I remembered now. I could still feel my panties around my ankles. "W-why are you going to spank me, sir?" I said. "I . . . I've been good right?"

He laughed, and I felt him tug the panties off completely. "You knew what you were doing when you wore this thong and garter over here. You're a smart girl, I know you remembered what I said to you about them last time. What kind of master would I be if I didn't hold to my word and discipline you for wearing something so naughty? So open wide."

I hesitated, and then opened my mouth. Almost immediately I felt the silky fabric of my thong pushed into my mouth. My first instinct was revulsion, to spit it out. The humiliation of having my own underwear shoved in my mouth made me squirm. But it also felt delicious. I felt helpless, obedient. I didn't want to stop. I held the panties in my mouth, resigned. Submissive.

"Good girl," Adrian said, leaning over my back to whisper in my ear. He tucked my hair back behind my ear, his thumb tracing along my jawline. "You look beautiful." Pride and pleasure glowed inside me. "Now hold still for me. I'm not going to go easy on you this time."

Easy on me? Had he gone easy on me last time? I didn't have the time to consider it before the first swat fell, and then another and another in rapid succession. Before long I was squirming desperately, squealing against the panties in my mouth with each spank. My skin was burning, every inch of my body tingling with stimulation.

Just when I began to be convinced I would have to tell him I couldn't take anymore, he stopped. I lay there trembling, letting out shaking muffled sighs as I tried to compose myself. His hand rubbed over my stinging skin as he moaned appreciatively.

"Red is a beautiful color on you," he said. "You did very well. I'm proud of you." His hand reached to my mouth. "I'll take those panties back now."

I spit them out, my mouth feeling dry and my jaw aching. I heard Adrian toss them away to some corner of the room, and I arched my bottom up hopefully, anticipating finally getting the release I so desperately desired. Adrian noticed my tauntingly swaying hips and chuckled.

"Oh? Do you think I'm going to take you now? Do you think you've earned that already?"

Earned it? I stopped moving.

"Well? Do you?"

No. I didn't. But I wasn't going to tell him that. "Pleeease, Adrian," I whined. "I want you."

"Oh I can tell. But you're going to learn to be patient, little girl." He gave my thigh a little swat, gentler than before but still enough to make me jump. "Get up on the bed. Get on your knees, but keep your head down on the bed."

I did as he said, moving into position. His every command was making tingles spread out from between my legs, washing over me in waves of increasing desire. I wanted to beg him. Beg him to please, please give me release. But I had a feeling that would only result in him drawing this out longer.

Up on my knees I was perfectly exposed. For a few moments he didn't touch me at all, but I could feel his eyes on me. Watching my subtle, desperate squirming. Then he moved away from me, towards the end of the bed where there sat a large leather-bound chest. I turned my head to watch him, drinking in his form. He had taken off his shirt at some point, I wasn't quite sure when. His skin gleamed in the city lights.

"What is that? Sir?" I added quickly. I really didn't want any more swats. He was rummaging through the chest, and when he looked up again he looked like a wolf staring down his next meal.

"It's my toy chest," he said. "With all kinds of toys for very naughty girls. And I intend to play with you all night."

I watched from my exposed position as Adrian brought out some of his toys. He laid them side by side on the bed, watching my face as I absorbed what they would be used for. The first was a slim white wand with two buttons on the side, which I recognized immediately as a vibrator. The second was a pair of padded cuffs connected by a short chain. I stared at them, wide-eyed. Adrian picked up the cuffs, and moved behind me again.

"I'm going to show you just how desperate you can truly be for release," he said. He tapped my wrists, and I brought them immediately back behind my thighs. He cuffed them, and I was once again bound into my position. Unable to touch myself or him. I squirmed, whimpering. Why was I doing this to myself? Allowing myself to become needier and needier, the ache within me growing with every expert touch of his fingers. I knew that soon I would be absolute jelly in his hands, a quivering mess with nothing else in my brain but desire.

I couldn't wait.

"Have you used a vibrator before?" he said, once my hands were bound. He picked up the toy, clicking both the buttons to test that it was working. It buzzed to life, then its sound increased when the second button was pressed. He smiled at me from behind the buzzing tool, and I gulped nervously. I could only imagine what that would feel like pressed against my most intimate parts.

"I haven't," I said. His eyebrows shot up expectantly, and I caught myself. "I haven't, sir."

"Mmm, well then," he moved out of my sight again, back behind me. His fingers caressed my thighs, making me shiver. "This is going to be fun."

I heard the vibrator buzz to life and irrationally began to struggle, pulling at my cuffs and wriggling. Adrian's hand pressed firmly against my lower back. "Keep your back arched, Cassandra," he said. "I want to see that pretty, needy little pussy of yours."

I moaned into the bed sheet as I did as he commanded. He rubbed me first with his hand, a slow teasing motion that made me press my mouth against the coverlet. Then his hand left me, and the vibrator took his its place. I jerked at the stimulation, yelping as the powerful vibrations carried through my every nerve. My arms strained against the cuffs as my legs began to shake. It was too much. I was going to orgasm already.

"Oh god . . . Adrian . . ." I moaned, breathing in sharply as my release seemed imminent. Then suddenly, it wasn't. He had removed the vibrator.

"Nooo," I whined sharply. "No, no, Adrian please give me more!"

A swift spank made me yelp. I was unbearably frustrated, and made that obvious in the growl that quickly followed my cry. Adrian laughed, and I heard the vibrator click off.

"What was that sound, miss?" he said. "Did you just snarl at me?"

"I want more ," I demanded, completely irrational in my desire. "I need it Adrian- Sir. Please."

"Naughty, demanding girls don't get release," he said calmly. "I think I'll just keep taking my time with you." He gave me another spank, so that I kicked my feet and whimpered in protest. "I'll keep you on the edge until you're truly crying for release."

The vibrator came to life, pressing into me again. I cried out at the pleasure, squirming and shuddering as it began to rocket me towards orgasm again. Just before I tipped over the edge, he pulled it away again. I wailed in frustration, bucking my hips and growling, "Adrian! Please!"

"You keep growling, little girl," Adrian said, disapproval in his voice. "That's very rude. Growl at me again and I'm bringing out the ruler to spank you with."

Spanked with a ruler by my professor. I would revisit that deliciously frightening scenario later. I bit my lip, struggling to control myself as he continued to torment me with the vibrator's touch. He denied me again, and again. His only commands were to remind me to arch my back, which was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. My sex was unbearably swollen and sensitive to the slightest touches of the toy. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and my moans had become animalistic cries, drawn out of me by every torturous touch. His last denial left me gasping, crying, my legs kicking as I babbled desperate pleas.

"Please sir, please sir, pleeease. "

"Do you want to come, Cassandra?" His voice was heavy, rough with lust.

" Yes , please sir!"

I heard the vibrator click to its higher setting, so when it pressed against me again I screamed, pressing my mouth into the bed and biting down in ecstasy. Then his fingers joined the toy, filling me tightly and thrusting, drawing sounds out of me that I hadn't known I was capable of making. He gave me my release at last as I screamed his name into the blankets, my body shaking and jumping until relief came.

I was barely aware as the vibrator switched off. I felt drunk, dizzy, absolutely intoxicated with pleasure and sensation. I heard a shuffle, and moved my head a bit to get a glance back at Adrian. He had pulled off his jeans and tossed aside his Calvin Klein briefs. Oh god, he looked so good. I wiggled my hips hopefully, and this time he didn't resist me.

"God you look beautiful," he breathed. He uncuffed my hands at last, so I was free to scoot forward on the bed as he climbed behind me. His hand tangled up in my hair, pulling my face gently to the side as he pressed against me, then suddenly stopped.

"Shit," he said, sounding genuinely upset.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

"Condoms. I bought a pack earlier but I . . . they're still in my car."

I thought about it for a moment. Although my release had been achieved, I still ached for him. I wanted him inside me.

"I'm on birth control," I said. I had never stopped taking the pill after Ethan and I broke up. It had become such a habit that I really hadn't even thought about it.

Adrian rubbed at the base of my skull through my hair, a heavenly feeling. "Are you sure? I'm clean, but are you sure you're comfortable with this?"

I smiled, my eyes closed in bliss. I had never been more comfortable in life. "Yes, sir. I'm sure."

I knew he was smiling despite my eyes being closed. "I can't wait to take you, Cass." He trailed kisses down my back, still asserting his dominance with his firm hand on my head. I shivered under his affection, smiling at every gentle brush of his lips. His hands squeezed my tender cheeks, holding me as he began to press into me slowly. He moaned, so low and with such pleasure that it made my breathing quicken again. He felt exquisite inside me.

Hunching low over my back, he grasped one hand around my throat as he thrust into me. His rough breathing in my ear sent tingles down my spine. A gasp escaped him, and he said suddenly, tightly, "I want to come inside you, Cass."

Oh fuck yes. I pressed back against him eagerly and he groaned at my enthusiasm, his entire body tensing as he found release within me. Hot, sweaty, and heavy, he collapsed atop me and then rolled aside so I could breathe.

After several moments of our own tired panting, he glanced over at me and I at him.

"Wow," was all I could manage besides a tiny giggle. He smiled widely, reaching over to play with my mussed hair and softly kiss my forehead.

"This," he said, grinning mischievously, "Is going to be a fun secret to keep."