For some reason this felt like a momentous occasion. True, he was taking her in the most intimate place possible, but it was more than that. Shaking his head at that absurdity, he began to push inside.
Ryan’s eyes slammed shut as his mouth opened. In the back of his mind he knew he should be watching his cock to make sure she was taking him okay, and her face for any signs of distress, but his ability to think was slowly sinking inside Lisette’s ass, and there was no way it was coming back to his bigger head anytime soon.
Gritting his teeth—which was seemingly the only way to keep any semblance of control—he pushed past her first set of muscles and then, with a bit more resistance, the second set.
“All right?”
“Yes, sir. You feel so good. Sooo good.”
“Awesome to hear, because I don’t know if I can stop.”
“You would if I safe worded, sir. I know you would.”
That sobered him up a little. “Yes, I would, but since you’re not…” Thrusting the rest of the way in, he muttered a long, low, “Fuuuuucccckkkk…”
“Yes, please, sir. Fuck me.”
He started out slowly, not sure he’d even last a minute if he pounded into her like both heads were screaming at him to do. “Color?”
“Green, sir.”
“Shit, yes.” He began to fuck into her with rhythmic, measured strokes, already feeling his release bubbling inside his balls. “So fucking tight.”
“Just for you, sir.”
That was almost enough to send him over, but he pulled back his orgasm practically by his fingernails and growled as he sped up again, “Wanna. Pound. This. Spanked. Ass.”
He wasn’t sure his teeth had unclenched since the first contact of his dick to her tight sheath, and he definitely wasn’t sure they ever would again. The pain in his jaw was his only link to reality. Every other cell in his body was dancing, immersed in the perfection that was Lisette. Even if it killed him, he’d make sure she came a lot tonight. Maybe they could try forced orgasms. Did subs like forced orgasms? Yeah, they really needed to talk.
But not right now.
Now he needed to empty his balls into the condom while he still had a shred of control. “Hold on, slut. I’m gonna pound the hell out of your ass.”
Lisette groaned, and he began fucking her so hard the stocks were shaking, releasing small metallic scraping sounds, and he hoped to fuck the thing would hold. His hips didn’t care to pay attention for potential equipment damage, though, and continued to pump his cock furiously between her well-reddened cheeks. He couldn’t hold off his release any longer. “You close?”
Lisette groaned. “Yes, sir.”
“Come.”
With a loud, hoarse cry, she did, taking him with her as her internal muscles squeezed around him. He let out a shout he was sure wasn’t real Dom-like but couldn’t bring himself to care. That had been damn close to a religious experience, not that he had much to compare to, either in the event itself or the religious experience. He and God had a tenuous relationship lately, especially since his wife had been devout but then had become a vicious, belittling bitch during the divorce. Ryan doubted God thought her behavior was all that Christian.
Why the fuck am I thinking about my ex-wife and God right now? Pull it together, dumb-ass.
Lisette was breathing hard. He pulled out as gently as he could and leaned down. “You okay?”
She nodded.
“I brought some water up with us.” After disposing of the condom, he fastened back up and squatted in front of her. He pushed the sweaty strands of dark brown hair off her face. “Shh. We’ll get you back to the couch and wrap you up for a bit.”
“Sounds good, sir.”
“And then we’ll talk for a while. There are a great many things we need to discuss.” As he spoke, he began to unfasten the various buckles, quickly rubbing the circulation back into each limb. He was planning to carry her to the couch, where he’d do a much better job with the massage, but now it was important to get her out of the restraints. With that task completed, he picked up his bag and then gently lifted her. “Put your arms around my neck.”
She did, leaning her head on his chest and breathing in deeply. “Smell good.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
One small hand dropped from his neck to absentmindedly pet his chest, and he had to quell the urge to laugh. He doubted she even realized she was doing it, much less making happy little purring sounds. It was adorable and yet incredibly erotic at the same time.
Ryan settled her on the couch and grabbed one of the fleece blankets piled in a large basket next to it before gathering her on his lap and wrapping the blanket tightly around her. He handed her the water and watched her like a hawk until she drained the entire bottle. “That’s better.”
“I’m fine, really. It was just a little…intense. And I forgot how much I’ve missed intense.”
She gave him a small smile, and his heart flipped over.
What the fuck?
He scratched his chin. “Yeah, about that. We need to talk.”
Lisette pushed up, a look of sudden, abject horror on her face. “Did you hate it? I mean, we don’t have to do it again—”
Shutting her up the way he’d seen Jack once do with Callie, he pushed two fingers into her mouth, and she immediately calmed.
Interesting.
Deciding to leave them there for a bit, he said, “I fucking loved what we just did. Hell, I’m not sure loved is a strong enough word. But I’ve been looking at a lot of videos online, reading a ton of stuff—well, not a ton lately, since I’m spending hours grading papers. But anyway, I know there’s a whole world of BDSM outside of spanking and sex that we haven’t even scratched the surface of.” He took a deep breath. “And I wanted to ask you if you’d consider having dinner with me this week.” He removed his fingers as the statement rushed out.
“Like a date?”
The last word came out as a squeak, and Ryan inwardly winced. “Um, yeah, like a date.”
Jackass. You had to get romantic and ruin everything.
Her fingers trailed down his jawline. “I’d love to.” She snuggled closer. “I’m out of town from Tuesday morning until Thanksgiving night, though, so it would have to be tomorrow, Monday, or Friday.”
“How about Monday?”
“Sounds like fun, sir.”
“Good.” Ryan nodded, relieved he hadn’t made an ass of himself. “So, about this other BDSM stuff…”
Lisette cocked her head. “You know it’s all right for only specific aspects of BDSM to connect with you, right?”
He blew out a breath and squeezed her a little tighter. “I do, yes, but there’s so much out there. I don’t want to close myself off to anything off the cuff.”
“Why don’t you start with one thing we haven’t done that intrigues you or turns you on? Um, sir.”
Ryan’s lips quirked. “Tell you what, since I’m the Dom here, we’ll take turns.”
She grinned. “Deal. You first, though.”
“You topping from the bottom, sub?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
“Uh-huh. Well…” Ryan thought for a minute. “The idea of more stuff having to do with your ass turns me on.”
“What kinds of things, sir?”
“I’ve seen anal hooks and stuff. Nothing so crazy like pony or puppy play. That just seems silly. I mean, to each his own and all, but I’d prefer not to feel like I’m fucking a dog.”
“Right there with you, sir.”
“I’m glad we agree on that.”
“An anal hook, huh? I’ve never tried one, but I’m not against it.”
“I saw a hot video online of one that was then attached to something where every time that thing moved, the hook moved. That looked pretty hot. I think they called it predicament bondage. But I wouldn’t want to do something like that until I had more experience, and even then, I’d want to start small. I know they have all different sizes.”
Lisette nodded. “What was this hook attached to, if I may ask, sir?”
Ryan felt himself squirm a little until he forced his body back under control. “The woman’s hands were tied behind her back and to the hook, so anytime she moved her hands, it forced the hook deeper.”
“And why was she moving her hands?”
“She was also getting fucked in the pussy by a huge cock on a fucking machine and sucking her Dom’s dick. I wouldn’t get that crazy.”
“Busy girl. Sounds like it might be hot, though.”
“It isn’t something I’d want to do in the middle of the public play area, and not anytime soon, but if you’re up for it, maybe sometime in the future in a private room?”
“I’ll try almost anything once, sir. That’s what the safe word is for.”
“Indeed. Now you.”
“Well, I’d like to do some wax play. I’ve only been part of one scene where it was used, and that was cool but not quite enough. My old Master rushed through it because he wanted his reward. But wax play isn’t usually something beginners attempt.”
Ryan nodded, acknowledging that. “What if we did it with Jack and Callie? Maybe rent a private room for next weekend, if they have one available, considering it’s the post-Thanksgiving weekend?” Lisette smiled as he rambled. He stopped the babbling, took a breath, and continued. “I know Jack has done wax play.” He couldn’t resist leaning down and dropping a kiss on her full, red lips. “Anyway, he’d know what candles to buy and all that stuff.” He saw a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. “What?”
“They have wax play kits here, sir. When you rent the room, just ask for it to be stocked with one.”
“Wow, this place is quite the setup, isn’t it?”
“One reason it’s not cheap to be a member.”
“That’s for sure.” He squeezed her and pulled the blanket tighter. “Okay, we’ve got a tentative plan for next weekend. What else do you like?”
“It’s your turn again, sir.”
They talked for another hour, including her giving him more of her background as a submissive, and then Ryan allowed her to leave. As she got dressed and Ryan put her in a cab, his stomach lurched with anticipation of seeing her again after only two days rather than seven. Ryan found he rather liked that feeling.
Chapter Six
All day Sunday and then again Monday at work, Lisette was on edge. She felt jittery and couldn’t seem to focus. If the thought of a simple date with Ryan outside the club was tying her in knots like this, how could that be a good thing? Maybe she should cancel.
Luckily she talked herself out of doing that and discovered exactly how good an idea it was when he showed up on her doorstep Monday night. By some sort of rare planetary alignment, Lisette had been able to leave work a little early, giving herself time to take a shower and fan out her hair the way she had a feeling Ryan liked it, since he constantly played with it. Most days for work or hanging around the house, she threw it into a messy ponytail or a bun, but she’d worn it down every time she’d gone to the club, and he seemed to like it that way.
Ryan stood there looking absolutely sinful in a pair of black dress slacks and a charcoal-colored, button-down shirt, opened one button more than was strictly proper to expose that gorgeous chest she never seemed to get enough time to explore. Someday maybe she’d get him naked, and he’d let her play to her heart’s content.
“You look…”
“Professor-like?”
It was then she noticed his wire frames. “You wear glasses?”
He smiled self-consciously. “Yeah. I put in contacts to go to the club, but the glasses are a lot more comfortable, especially when I have to read and write all day.”
“They suit you. And they definitely play into the whole hot professor vibe you’ve got going on.”
Ryan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and she was surprised it took him wearing glasses to get her to notice they did that when he smiled.
“So you think I’m hot?”
“I figured that was pretty self-evident.” She hadn’t called him “sir” yet, and he hadn’t made a comment on it.
Interesting.
He jerked his chin toward her outfit. “Good thing I’m starved. Otherwise I’d haul you inside, throw you over the nearest surface, hike that thing up, and fuck you into next week.”
“Oh, my.” She felt her cheeks flame and wondered why it sounded so much dirtier when he said things like that outside of the club.
“But I
am
starving, so let’s go. Plus, the sooner we go, the sooner we can eat, and I can remove the tempting morsel that is you on this fine night from the gaze of my fellow man.”
“Such a poet,” she remarked, turning to grab her purse and coat before locking the door behind her.
“It
is
what I do.”
“You must be a popular teacher. I bet all the coeds are crawling over each other to register for your classes.”
He opened the passenger door of his small SUV and guided her inside. When he climbed into the driver’s side, he shook his head a little, chuckling. “No, I wouldn’t say that about the coeds. Besides, since I’m the low professor on the higher-learning totem pole, my classes are required. Old guys like Jack”—his grin widened—“get all the cool classes.”
“Should I tell him you called him old, like you threatened to tell him I called him a bastard?” Her tone was light, as she was still trying to figure out the proper vibe for the night.
Ryan grabbed her chin and turned her toward him. “If you do, your ass will pay for it. Count on that.” Then he leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue instantly invading to stroke every part of her mouth before retreating once more. “Tonight, though, we’re on a date. I’m Ryan, and you’re Lisette. If we have sex outside the club, it won’t be kinky sex, at least not for now. Got it?”
“Yes.” The “sir” was on the tip of her tongue, and he seemed to realize that as the rich baritone sound of his laughter echoed through the car.
He drove them a short distance to a quaint little bistro she’d passed but never been into. They were shown to a booth near the back of the restaurant, and when they’d been given their menus and left alone to peruse them, Lisette asked, “Did you grease the hostess to get us a private table?”
“Grease the hostess?” Ryan looked around him with an air of exaggerated observation. “Well, would you look at that. This table really
is
private. Huh.” The wink gave him away.