A Dance for Him (19 page)

Him:
See you tomorrow baby girl. Good night and sweet dreams.

And that’s why I’m currently making my way to his office on a Monday.

He needn’t have worried about my ending up with a dry gag.

Not when all I need to do to get wet is to think about him and how good it feels whenever he runs those strong hands of his over my body, claiming it for himself …

“Hi Paige, here to see Dr. Morland I suppose?”

It’s Jasmine. She normally doesn’t even bother talking to me, so I don’t know what any of this is about. She seems snotty, dismissive, as though
of course
I would be here, sucking up to Dr. Morland, as though I couldn’t possibly have any other reason to be in the building.

Well, Jasmine, you aren’t entirely wrong
, I think to myself,
there will be a lot of sucking happening in his office, I’m sure - just maybe not the kind you think. Or more likely it’s the kind you’d probably like to be engaged in yourself, too bad for you he picked me
.

Aloud I say “Yeah, well, the final paper’s coming up,” and walk on.

God, I hate the way that came out, all cringy and apologetic - I can’t believe I actually smiled in a conciliatory way. As though I owed her an explanation.

And she probably thinks I do, too - she’s just smug and entitled enough to think that.

But I’m being silly. I’m the one he’s sleeping with, and of course I can’t exactly lord that fact over Jasmine, since we have to be discreet.

Oddly enough, I’d probably have felt freer to be bitchy about it if I didn’t have to cover up our liaison … and I’d much rather have a liaison to cover up than none at all!

I make my way up the stairs, pacing myself so that I won’t be
too
out of breath when I get to his office on the third floor. My heart always pounds like crazy whenever I go to see him in his office, and today isn’t much different in that respect.

Except that whereas I used to wonder if he would do anything to me, today I
know
that he’s going to do something to me, unlike any other time I’ve been in his office.

I just don’t know
what
exactly he’s going to do to me, except that he’s probably going to be rough, hence the gag …

I knock on his door.

“Come in,” I hear him say, and so I open the door.

He’s already sprung up from his seat and is making his way over as I enter and close the door behind me.

“Hello, baby girl,” he says, his eyes shining as he locks the door, then grabs me, tilts my head up, and kisses me.

I can’t help but melt into those muscular arms. I’d fantasised so often in the past about making out with him in his office, and now here I am, practically swooning in his arms as his mouth explores mine and his hands wander feverishly over my curves.

“It’s so good to be touching you again,” he murmurs when we take a break for air. “It was great that we got to at least see each other last night, but there’s nothing like having you in person. It just made me want you more …”

I kiss him.

“You know I’m completely at your disposal, to do with as you please.”

He beams, and I take his hand and put it up my skirt.

“I didn’t forget your instructions about my panties,” I whisper.

He clasps me to him again as his mouth covers mine, even as his hand remains between my legs, toying with my wetness.

I moan into his mouth as he yanks the crotch of my panties aside and slides a finger into me, withdrawing only when he stops kissing me.

“
Very
good girl. You’re soaked. Just the way I like it. Now I want you to take your panties off and give them to me, then take off your top and go sit on my desk with your legs spread. As wide as possible, like yesterday when we were on the phone. Because you are gorgeous when you’re completely exposed, like a slutty bitch in heat … It makes me want to fuck you the way a beautiful girl like you deserves to be fucked.”

I obey, my hands trembling slightly as I follow his directions.

He smiles triumphantly when I give him my panties, which are so wet that my juices were pooling in it, the fabric not quite able to take in everything.

Almost immediately after, he pulls me towards him and kisses me before dispatching me to my assigned position with a light smack on my ass.

I take my top off and hoist myself up on his desk, blushing terribly - I mean, it’s one thing to be doing this in bed, but in his office, in broad daylight, with people walking about outside (not that many, thank heavens, but still)!

Not that it seems to bother him in the least. He’s staring at me with a voracious gleam in his eye as he approaches and pulls me in for a kiss, before he rubs my panties over my lips, smearing my mouth with my juices, then slowly pushes the satin into my mouth, leaving just a bit of it to dangle outside, filling my mouth with the taste of my own excitement.

That done, he kisses me again, and as his lips trail up to my ear, he whispers: “Lie back. You can support yourself on your elbows so that you can look at yourself being fucked.”

He watches me get in place as he unzips himself, and then rewards my obedience by entering me.

As always, I cry out, but this time my voice is muffled.

It’s oddly liberating knowing that I can scream as much as I want, even though there are people walking around outside, just steps away from us, separated only by a wall …

He smiles.

“Yes, it’s a good thing that you’re gagged, isn’t it? Otherwise, just imagine, everyone outside would hear you, they would know you were being fucked, like the gorgeous little slut you are …”

God, he makes me so horny when he talks like that to me, and I know he’s doing it deliberately, because he knows all too well its effect on me. I’d beg him to fuck me but since I can’t exactly
say
anything at the moment, I start bucking my hips, trying to fuck myself on his cock.

My desperation seems to delight him.

“You really want this, don’t you?” he rasps, his voice hoarse with excitement.

I nod, submissively, helplessly.

He reaches over to stroke my face, lets his hands slide down over my breasts, then down to my thighs before he lifts my left leg up so that he’s nuzzling it as he begins driving into me, eyeing me seductively all the while.

I whimper into my improvised gag.

“You’re so beautiful, Paige. My sexy little temptress. I know I’ve said this before, but I wish I could tie you up and keep you at home for my pleasure, fuck you at will. I could spend entire days playing with you …”

He turns to kiss the calf of my leg, even though he continues to hold eye contact.

I’m not sure if it’s the unabashed lust in his eyes or if it’s the inexorable way he’s pounding into me, but it doesn’t take long for me to be pushed to the edge of orgasm.

But this time, rather than take me over the edge right away, he slows down, plumbing my depths with his cock, then holding it there, tantalising me, dangling the possibility of climax just so.

I moan and grind against him.

He gives me that irresistible, knowing smirk of his, blows me a kiss, and begins to work me over again.

This time, he doesn’t stop, and I feel that familiar wave of heat radiating out from my core before the inevitable contractions of pleasure as he thrusts deep into me and holds still, as though offering his cock for my pussy to caress.

I fall back, flushed, spent, but he picks me up and kisses me, removes the gag, then kisses me again.

It’s so good to feel his mouth on mine again …

“Sweet girl,” he whispers. “I think you can guess what it’s time for now.”

It’s now my turn to smile impishly at him and slide down on my knees in front of him and take his cock, so wet from my excitement, into my mouth, and to savor the groan that escapes him.

It just feels so good to give him pleasure, to cause him to stare at me in that particularly tender, fervent way - it always surprises me that an experienced man like him could still be thrilled by something as simple as a blowjob, his kinkier tendencies notwithstanding.

And yet there he is, gazing at me in an almost boyishly exhilarated way as I handle his cock and suck on its head, pausing occasionally to take it all the way down my throat.

It’s one of my earliest fantasies, sucking Dr. Morland off in his office, and this is better than I’d ever dreamt back then when I was still an inexperienced virgin, what with the musky taste and smell of his cock and the obscene sounds of a nice wet blowjob accompanied by occasional gagging, just because he is
that
big …

Before long, he pushes my head down on his cock and lets out a familiar grunt as he releases inside me, holding me there for a moment while he recovers, then pulling me up to kiss me.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, his eyes sparkling as he stares into mine, “darling, darling Paige. I’ve never met anyone quite like you. You’re my obsession, my madness, you know that?”

I can’t help but widen my eyes and smile at him, happy if somewhat bewildered. What, him, obsessed with me? Sebastian Morland, the handsomest, sweetest man I’ve ever met, the idol of every girl in his classes? It’s heady, unreal.

And yet he seems quite sincere …

We kiss again, and then he hands me my panties with a roguish grin on his face.

“What, you’re not going to keep them?” I ask him flirtatiously.

He shakes his head, still smiling. “It’s not that I haven’t considered that, Paige, but no. You’ll be at class, and I don’t want all these horny college guys getting a whiff of your pretty little pussy. It might seem a bit selfish of me, but I’d really rather that we kept your …
excitability
… a secret between us. That said, it would be very different if I were around …”

I raise a quizzical eyebrow. “How so?”

He laughs. “Yes, well, if I were with you - if I were accompanying you, everyone would know that I’d just fucked you. And, to be honest, even though we have to keep this quiet for at least this term and possibly even part of next term, it’s one of my biggest fantasies to show you off, to make it obvious to everyone that you’re my little fuckdoll whom I get to do unspeakable things to.”

“Mmm, kinky.”

“It’s not
just
a kinky thing, you know,” he says, his face taking on that expression of playful mock-injury that he had when he told me over the weekend that he’d “always been very proper”.

“Oh?”

“Well, I want everybody to know you’re mine,” he replies, stroking my cheek. “And what better way to announce that you’re mine than to be with you while you show all the signs of having been well-fucked by me?”

“Is this a jealousy thing by any chance? Because, to be honest, it actually sounds kind of hot.”

He smiles. “If you’re asking me if I’m jealous, Paige, then yes, the answer to that is yes. You’re young and very beautiful. I’m just your older professor …”

“You’re my sexy older dreamboat professor with a gigantic cock, who seems to instinctively know exactly how to make me come. I don’t think you need to worry about anything.”

He kisses me again, this time quite tenderly. “You’re a very sweet girl, Paige. I wish I could take you out tonight, but I’m happy that I got to see you. Now put on your clothes and run along to your class, I don’t want you to be late. Because if you stay any longer I’m going to be tempted to fuck you all over again. We’ll talk tonight, maybe?”

“I’d love to,” I murmur.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE