“Please,” I beg before I even realize the word falls from my lips, and I tighten my fingers between his above my head, drawing my knees up and placing my heels on the edge of the ottoman so I can press my pussy against him harder.
I feel his muscles tighten above me, and I watch as something inside him loosens, rolling up and folding away like an accordion, as he lets go of the tight control he must have had a rein on. Because something inside Nate Black snaps, and he lets out a sound almost feral as he slams his mouth to mine once more.
He thrusts hard against me, making me shudder and my eyes roll back in my head as he devours my mouth. “Fuck,” he growls against my lips, and if we were naked, I’d be sore with how powerfully his hips thrust against mine. But I love it, and I take it happily. When I look up into his eyes once more, I see… I see so very clearly he wants something, but he doesn’t know how to ask, how to make it happen. This is why he was asking me to teach him. This is what he doesn’t know how to let loose but still maintain control over. He has urges, needs that he doesn’t know how to fulfill, and he was hoping for my help.
My submissive stretches and purrs as she unfurls beneath him, swishing her tail and ready to teach him exactly what he needs to know to satisfy both of us.
“That’s it… Mr. Black,” I tell him, remembering the sensual look that covered his face when I called him that before. “Don’t think. Just feel. Do whatever feels right. Trust yourself, and give in to what your body craves. Tell me what you want, what you want me to do. You’re not gonna hurt me. I can take it.” I whisper the last part, and as I watch my words sink into this brilliant man’s mind, seeing them give him peace he’s been searching for, for who knows how long, I relax into the soft cushion beneath me and give myself over to him, and it’s like coming home.
“Fuck, Evie. Keep your hands there and don’t move them,” he murmurs, almost tentatively, as if he doesn’t believe I’ll follow his orders without a fight.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, even though I know I don’t have to. But if this is what he needs, if this is what I can do to build his confidence and help him grow into a good and respectable Dominant, then that’s what I’ll do. I’m an educator, after all. And I try not to think about the fact that this isn’t the only way Nathaniel Black IV is my student.
He puffs out a single huff of amusement as he lets go of my hands, and when I keep them right where he left them like I’m supposed to, I see him relax slightly.
It’s not until he lifts himself off me, stands between my legs, and reaches behind him to grasp the neck of his shirt and tug it over his head that it hits me exactly what I’m doing.
Am I going to have sex with Nate?
I’ve been so caught up, so overwhelmed in the last several minutes that it’s just now dawning on me—I’m not at Club Alias with one of the vetted members who have been cleared as safe to be dominated by. There is no security around, no other members to help me in case of an emergency. This is my home. This person is a student at the school where I work. He’s inexperienced in the D/s lifestyle and could easily hurt me, since he’s never been trained in dominance.
But for the life of me, I cannot seem to care enough to stop this. Maybe it’s because I’d had my heart set on the release I was guaranteed to have tonight, like every Friday night. Maybe I’m so desperate for my dose of submission that I’m willing to get it from anyone. But something inside me whispers that the real reason is because I want Nate Black. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before in my life. And I want to teach him everything I can about being a good and proper Dominant, so he can be mine.
When his shirt is off, he swipes his fingers through his hair before folding the black fabric neatly and placing it into the rolling chair behind him. I suck in a breath at how freaking perfect he is. He’s tall and lean but wide, the most beautiful swimmer’s body I’ve ever seen. His chest is bare of hair or ink, just flawless, smooth, light-tan skin.
I lose sight of him as he drops to his knees, and he takes hold of my leggings. I feel the elastic of my panties pop back against my skin as he decides to leave them on before tugging my black bottoms down my legs. He lets go of the waistband and pulls them off the rest of the way by the elastic at my ankles, so they stay right side out, and he easily folds them and places them in the chair with his shirt. He looks down on me, hands still right where he told me to keep them, my dark-blue lace panties only enough fabric to cover my very center.
He suddenly looks lost, like he’s stuck and doesn’t know what to do. Like he’s fighting himself, battling what he thinks is right versus what he craves. I take pity on him and tell him gently, “Normally, a Dom and a sub would have preplanned their scene. They go over each other’s likes and dislikes, what’s expected from each participant. In a normal scene, you wouldn’t be
