Authors: Linnea May
"You missed class today," I say without looking at her.
Lana is sitting next to me, wearing dark blue skinny jeans that fit her slim legs like a second skin and a gray coat that wraps the rest of her - which I know to be beautiful - in shrouded mystery. She has her arms crossed in front of her chest, her school girl satchel placed next to her feet and her legs pressed together as if she was scared of me reaching between them.
"I was worried," I add, still avoiding eye contact. I know I startled her, and she definitely neither anticipated nor wished to see me today. But she's not the one making the rules here, and the silent treatment has never worked well on me. On the contrary, it makes me chase a woman even more.
"I'm sorry," she says, her eyes resting on her lap while she does that thing with her black ring again, nervously turning and fiddling with it.
"That's not what I want to hear," I say. "I want to know what's going on with you. Where are we at, Lana?"
She inhales loudly, shaking her head as if admitting defeat, "I don't know."
"You do know," I insist. "You're just scared to share it with me."
I lean forward, placing my elbows on my knees and turning to her. "Look at me."
She lifts her eyes and turns her head to me, her face partly concealed by her brown hair, falling down like a curtain on either side of her face. She looks so fucking vulnerable, and so angry. Her eyebrows are furled and her lips pressed together, turning them into a slim line as she looks at me grimly.
"I don't know," she repeats, sounding more confident this time. "I really don't know."
Our eyes remain fixed on each other for a few moments. She's withstanding my gaze, but I can tell how much it aches her to do so. However, her lashes aren't flickering, which means that she holds a calm anger at me, and her heart rate has not spun out of control. Yet.
"You didn't use your safe word," I tell her, leaning in closer.
Her eyes widen and she moves away from. "People might see-"
"What they will see is a teacher talking to one of his students," I explain calmly. "A student who missed class today, a student who has never missed a class before and thus made her teacher worry."
Her eyes narrow as she regards me with a skeptical look. "But-"
"You didn't use your safe word," I repeat.
"To avoid punishment?" She asks.
"Not exactly," I say. "But to gain clarity on what is going on. Safe words exist to prevent you from getting hurt."
She looks at me, doubting. "You humiliated me."
I nod. "Yes. That was the point of it."
"Because you misbehaved."
She huffs and leans back. "I already apologized for that."
"That's not good enough for me."
I want to say more, but hesitate when I see the look on her face changing as she stares toward the sidewalk that leads up to the front door of Cleveland hall. A short girl in blue jeans just walked around the corner, heading for the dorm building with small and quick steps. Her round face lights up when she looks over and spots Lana on the bench next to me. However, her expression changes when she notices that it’s
next to Lana. Her eyes widen with surprise, flitting back and forth between me and Lana. Her pace slows down, but she doesn't come to a complete halt while her eyes don't leave us.
I can feel Lana tensing up next to me, straightening her back and clenching her hands into fists as if she's about to enter battle. She shoots a glare at the girl, who lets out a short giggle and winks at us.
Her gaze finally draws away from us and she returns to her original walking speed. Lana remains tense and quiet until the girl has slipped through the door and is out of sight.
"Fuck," she hisses.
"Who was that?"
"My roommate," she murmurs. "The last person I wanted to see us together."
Hearing her say that sends a rush of accomplishment through my chest. If her roommate knows about me, Lana must've mentioned me more than once.
"I feel flattered," I say in all honesty, sitting up and leaning back against the backrest of the bench.
Lana gives a look from the side. "You shouldn't."
"She knows about me?" I assume.
"You are well known among most students, Mr. Portland," she murmurs. "It's not like your face hasn't been plastered all over media when your book came out."
I smile at her. The undertone of disgust is so apparent in her voice that it should infuriate me, but all I can see is the success of getting under this girl's skin. I love watching her battle as she tries to arrange herself with her inner turmoil.
But we need to step forward. I have no time for her little dance. One step ahead, two steps back - that's too much tussling, even for me.
"Look, Lana," I say, my voice soft and serene. "I have no time for your little games and inhibitions. We both know that I have something to offer you - and we both know that you are curious to find out more about it. You either dare to jump in at the deep end, or-"
"Or you'll punish me?" She hisses with a sardonic undertone.
"No," I retort. "There will be no punishments if you say no. There will be nothing. You'll return to be nothing more than a student in my class and we'll forget about all of this."
The look she throws at me strongly suggests that she doesn't want that. But of course, no words follow to confirm – or deny—this assumption.
"What are your plans for tonight?" I ask.
She clears her throat. "Why are you asking?"
"Just tell me, Lana," I persist. "I told you, no more games."
She shakes her head, lowers her eyes, and fiddles with her ring. "Nothing."
"No plans? No homework?"
"Nothing," she repeats. "Except for explaining to my roommate what I was doing with you down here."
"Good," I say. "I have a proposition to make."
She looks at me quizzically.
"Obey me one more time," I begin. "And let me make things up to you. Tonight."
"How?" She wants to know.
"Give me your number, go up to your room and wait for me to message you and tell you to come back out," I say. "I won't be waiting for you, but a cab will. You will get into that cab and let it take you to an address I provide."
"To your place?" She asks in a whisper. The excitement in her voice is obvious.
"That doesn't matter," I divert. "Just follow my orders. Or don't. You'll have a few minutes to think about it, and if you don't get into that cab, I promise you, I will leave you alone. No repercussions."
She nods. "Okay."
The minutes that pass between me sending her the text and her liberating reply seem to cover an eternity.
I heave a sigh of relief when I read her answer.
"In the cab."
Those three simple words are enough for me be fueled with excitement. I didn't exactly plan this. When I sat down on the bench in front of her building, I couldn't be sure that she'd actually show up, and even when she did, I knew that things were anything but settled between us. She's scared, confused and hurt by the humiliation I caused her during our play in my office. I don't regret doing it, as this is all part of the process. But I still feel bad about her being this distraught because of it.
I said I would make it up to her, and I will.
I'm not sending her to my place, because I don't want to risk her being seen around there. Instead, I've rented a suite in a hotel, far away from campus and everyone who knows the two of us. I told her to walk up to the reception desk and tell them to ask for my room so they can send her up to me, hoping that this doesn't make things too shady for her. She's investing a lot of trust in me by following these instructions.
A shy knock on the door announces her arrival, about half an hour after I entered the room. I don't make her wait long and hurry to the door immediately.
She's standing before me, wearing the exact same clothes I saw her wearing when she came home after class, a coy smile on her face and a little shoulder bag instead of her usual satchel.
"I didn't have time to change or-"
"It doesn't matter," I say, beckoning for her to come inside.
She follows my gesture and stands a bit lost in the middle of the room, while I close the door behind her.
"Wow," she exclaims. "This room is gigantic."
I lock the door and chuckle. "I'm glad you like it."
"It's quite something, Mr. Big Shot," she says, turning around to me.
I'm glad to see that she brought her sassy side along. It will make things a lot more fun.
"Can I offer you a drink?" I ask. "Water? Tea? Champagne?"
She tilts her head to the side and something about her cute smile tells me that she's made up her mind. She's here to enjoy herself and she likes the idea of being pampered by me.
She's in for a treat - and a lot of trouble.
"Champagne?" She asks. "I'd like that. Haven't had any in years."
"Years?" I ask, making my way to the bar. "It's about time then."
I fetch the bottle from the metallic ice bucket and open it. While I fill our glasses, Lana wanders through the rooms. The suit is nothing special, at least not to my eyes. It's just a small living area, connected to a bedroom with a big king size bed. The colors are not really my taste, a lot of red in varying shades, topped with golden accents. The thick curtains in front of the windows cover the entire length from ceiling to floor. I've already closed the ones in the bedroom, but left them open in the living room area, so that Lana gets to enjoy the magnificent view from up here.
Indeed, she walks up to the floor length windows, stopping right in front of them with her hands behind her back as she looks outside.
"Wow," she gasps.
I move next to her and hold out one of the glasses to her. She turns to me and takes it, casting a coy smile up at me. "Thanks."
We clink glasses, and when she takes a first careful sip of hers, I can see her entire body relax instantly. I can't have her drunk, but a little buzz to take the edge of never hurts.
"You like it?" I ask, nodding toward the glass in her hand.
She nods. "Very delicious. A lot better than the last one I had."
"Good," I say. "I hope you'll say that about me, too."
She blushes and tilts her head, her eyes fixating on the city beneath us. "We shall see."
We shall see, huh?
"Take another sip," I tell her.
She looks at me, contemplating for a moment before she finishes the entire glass at once. That's not exactly what I told her to do, but I'll trust her to know what she can handle. I take the glass from her hand and put it away together with mine.
She's still wearing her heavy coat and scarf. I take her by the shoulders and turn her around to face me.
"You'll let me undress you," I whisper. "And you'll do nothing but obey from now on. Understand?"
Her cheeks are glowing with a hot pink, flushed with excitement and a taste of Champagne.
"What's your safe word?"
I nod. "Good girl. Don't forget that. Ever. I will stop immediately if I hear you say it."
I free her of her scarf and coat. She inhales sharply when I kneel down in front of her, one hand tracing the back of her leg until it's placed on her lower calf, the other hand reaching for her foot, gently lifting it and taking off her shoe. She's wearing ballerina flats again, despite the cold temperatures outside.
I repeat the same motion with the other leg and get back up on my feet. She's still wearing the same dark blue jeans she wore when I caught her on her way home, and a thin blouse very similar to the one she wore in my office back then, but in a light blue color instead of white. The fabric is so thin that one can almost see through it, but just almost.
Her eyes are on mine, a shy smile on her lips. Anticipating. Her calm demeanor is deceiving, as I know her to be turned upside down with both excitement and nervousness.
She yelps in surprise when I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, grabbing her small ass as I push her up. She wraps her long legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her small chest pushing against mine. Just as expected, I can feel her heart hammering behind it.
I carry her to the bedroom, away from the open windows and any potential prying eyes out there, who might be trying to catch a glimpse of what is just for me to see.
I wanted to tease her, to move slowly and drive her insane with want, but she leaves me no other choice. She's not the only one who went home hungry on that day weeks ago.
I see her casting a look over her shoulder as we enter the bedroom. While she may expect me to throw her right onto the bed, that is not what I have in mind. I set her down on her feet next to the bed and we engage in a hungry kiss, initiated by her while my hands travel along the sides of her slim torso, down to the waistband of her jeans.
She moans when I continue to unbutton her pants, hooking my finger inside the waistband to pull them down with me as I go down onto my knees in front of her.
She's wearing a black thong underneath that looks nowhere near as innocent as the rest of her outfit. I help her step out of each leg and remove her socks in the process, before I lean forward to kiss along her thigh with my lips. She's trembling and breathing heavily as I close in on her center. I pause when I reach her core, placing a gentle kiss on her mound before I get back up on my feet and start to unbutton her blouse.
Her hands reach for me, trying to do the same to my shirt, but I push them away. She huffs and shoots me a sulky look.
I ignore her little gesture of discontent and continue to remove her blouse. Her bra follows shortly after. I hold her in place with a kiss, wrapping one arm around her, tracing along the bony line of her spine down to her perky ass while I use the other hand to pinch her left nipple. She has shown to be very responsive to anything that's done to her in this area and I'm cursing myself for not having clamps with me. Watching her endure those would have been such a feast.
She moans when I move further across her stomach, pausing just beneath her belly button before my hand slides underneath the fabric of her thong.
"Are you ready for me?" I ask, cupping her mound.
Her reply is a deep exhale, accompanied by pleading eyes.
"Let me check how ready you are," I whisper, enjoying her erotic moan when I move her lips apart and feel the wetness between them. She's dripping with desire.
"Good girl," I praise her and she replies with a hearty groan as I start teasing her wet nub with my index finger. She's squirming, pressing her body against mine and getting up on her toes, her legs parting while she savors my touch.
I want her on my cock so badly, but I don't think she deserves it quite yet. She'll have to earn it, beg for it. That's when I truly thrive.
I plunge a finger inside her, cupping her throbbing clit with my palm. She's so turned on that she starts rubbing herself against my hand in an urgent attempt to get off.
"Get rid of the thong," I command her, and she doesn't hesitate a second to grab it with both hands and slide it down over her ass, letting it drop to the floor, all the while my hand is still between her legs, my finger deep inside her inviting walls.
When I catch her eyes, I can see the vertigo of pleasure reflected in them. She's so desperate for an orgasm, I wonder if I should allow her to have one right now, earlier than planned.
I decide against it and remove my hand, licking my finger with relish as she stares at me, blushing with shame.
"Turn around," I say. "On the bed, on all fours. Your ass facing the foot of the bed."
She nods and obeys, following the instructions like a good girl and hollowing her back to grant me a better view of her perky behind.
"On your elbows, hands together," I elaborate my instructions.
I expect her to throw me a quizzical look or ask me where I'm going with this, but instead she just follows my orders, lifting her ass higher as she leans forward on her elbows.
I walk around the bed and produce a short piece of rope from my pocket.
"Well prepared," Lana comments as I begin to tie her wrists together and fasten them to the headboard.
"Always," I reply, smacking her ass with my right hand.
She yelps, but hollows her back even further, as if she's asking for more.
I think she is.
"You know, this is supposed to be a lesson, a punishment," I say while unbuckling my belt. She turns her head to me and her eyes widen as I pull the belt out of the loops on my pants, turning it into a leathery sling in my right hand. "But I think you might be enjoying this a little too much."
She looks at me, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
I'm careful with the first blow, and the faint gasp she lets out as the belt hits her milky flesh is a telltale sign of the soft sting she endured. I give her a moment to process the feeling before I hit again, harder this time.
She sucks in air, but doesn't make another sound, her forehead now resting on the sheets between her elbows.
"This is for missing class," I say, granting her an extra strong whip.
She yelps in pain, and I add two more blows, each of them fierce but not too strong for her to handle. When I take a little break to give her some time, she's wiggling her behind up in the air, her skin blushing from the impacts. It's the most beautiful sight.
I need to taste her, and remind myself what that alluring body tastes like, radiating and flushed with endorphins. She earns two more blows with the belt, both of which she takes with astonishing grace, not moving an inch except for her hands that are yanking at their restrains. She's moaning into the mattress, her body squirming and her ass rocking from side to side as she processes the pain.
She's slowly drifting into that stage of afterglow, her moans growing quieter and longer. I throw the belt aside and start unbuttoning my shirt. She's flying too high to notice me undressing. I get rid of my clothes, only leaving my black boxer briefs on for now and climb on the bed behind her, carefully placing my hands on her burning ass cheeks.
She groans and leans into my touch, exposing her clit as she does.
"Beautiful," I sigh. "So responsive and hungry."
She doesn't say anything in reply, but digs her face deeper into the sheets.
I spread her ass cheeks, exposing her even more until I'm faced with her glistening entrance. She stops moving and freezes with expectation.
I lean forward and taste her, wasting no time on gradual exploration but going for her most sensitive spot right away.
She recoils, accompanied by a cry of pleasure. My fingers dig into the hot skin on her ass, spreading her even further apart while my tongue continues to caress her clit.
She's helpless, going back and forth between desire and shudder, until I finally her the word I was looking for.
"Please," she pleads, muffled by the mattress.
My cock has been only half awake until now, but hearing her say that word brings it to full attention within seconds. It's the most erotic word that can come from a woman's lips.
"Please what?" I ask, stopping my treatment only for a moment.
She clenches. "Please..."
"Please what," I repeat, slapping her ass. She shrieks in surprise, followed by desperate whining.
"Please fuck me."
There it is.
I have no intention of making her - or myself - wait any longer, and I climb up to the head of the bed to reach for the condoms I have laid out on the night stand. I throw a quick glance at her, but she's hiding her face from me.
"I want to see you," I declare, grabbing her by the hips and turning her around. She follows and turns on her back, her arms still tied to the headboard above her head.
"Better," I growl, leaning forward to kiss her while I open the package and roll the condom over my length.
She reciprocates the kiss with more hunger than ever, obediently spreading her legs to invite me in.
I help her by placing my hands at the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart as I tease her with my tip.
She sighs desperately, shifting beneath me and trying to move her hips closer.
"So impatient," I tsk-tsk, acknowledging her with a wicked smile.
"Oh, come on!" She pleads, squeezing her eyes shut as her body continues to beg for my cock.
I ought to punish her for her impudence, but my own need takes a hold of me, making it impossible to resist any longer.
She welcomes me with the deepest, most desperate moan, arching her back as I fill her with my length, stretching her tight walls as I glide inside easily. She clenches around me, an alleviated smile on her face as she takes me in. She opens her eyes and searches for mine while I'm still hovering closely above her face. The blue in her eyes is shrouded with lust.
I lean down and kiss her again, before straightening up to fuck her, properly.
My thrusts are slow and appreciative at first, too slow for her. She yanks at her restraints, egging me on to increase the force I use on her - and I listen.
Long and deep shoves follow in rapid succession to each other, making her squirm with desire. I grab her hips and lift her up, pounding into her with brute force that I feared could be too much for her, but she loves it. A smile accompanies her cries as I thrust into her, galloping toward my own climax.
However, I will make damn sure that I'm not coming without her. I continue to fuck her while drawing along her wet clit with my thumb, causing her to shriek with pleasure.
"Yes, you will," I say, increasing the pressure on her nub while my cock shoves into her.
She squeals and arches her back, her rapid breathing a telltale that she's nearing release. A sharp inhale and her eyes open wide with wonder announces the arrival of her climax. Her muscles are clenching around me violently, causing me to follow moments after her orgasm erupted.
Strong waves of pleasure rock us into post coital relaxation, and I withdraw from her, eager to feel her heartbeat skin to skin next to mine as she calms down.
I free her hands and lie down next to her, offering the curl of my arm for her to rest in. Her eyes are half closed as she rolls up against my side, her frail hand resting on my hard chest as she dozes off.
I almost begin to worry about how long she passes out next to me. It's been so long since I had a woman sleep next to me that I don’t remember what is standard in situations such as these. I feel drowsy myself and keep nodding off, but force myself to stay awake, so I don't miss out on anything.
So I don't miss out on her.
Her face has lost all its harshness, and she looks so different from the first day we met. That stubborn, arrogant girl who came up to me after class, scolding me for not being a real teacher, her speech lacking the respect I know I deserve and awakening the furious desire in me to break her. I wanted to see her beg for me, I wanted to make her cry in pain and pleasure, I wanted to see her lose those strict inhibitions that govern her everyday life.
I managed to do all that. I've yet to see her on her knees in front of me, but beg she did, and she lost herself in me. She turned into a hungry bitch in heat, and she needed me to feed her.
But there's more to Lana.
When I fended off her narrow minded accusations, I wanted nothing more than to annoy her, make her mad and put her in place in the bedroom. I never expected her to listen and then to doubt herself.
There's potential in her, a passion for something else than the path that has been laid out for her. I would like to see her walk that new path, and I'd love to help her get there.
I don't want to break her, I want to see her flourish.