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“Yes,” he says softly.
“Yes…”
He turns his head to look at me, those bright green eyes latching onto mine. “Yes,Vixen.”
I place my hands on the table and lean back onto my palms. “Much better.” I smile and he still holds my gaze but shows no ounce of emotion. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, but I also want to tell him to get naked and fuck me into oblivion, but that can’t happen. I need to take charge here; I need to fuckhim. Which may work out in my favor in the future. It’ll be fun teasing him in class, shooting him knowing looks and smirks.
I chew on the corner of my lip for a second before winking and getting to my feet. His head cranes back to keep his eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to find something for us to play with. Is that okay?” He nods slowly. “When I get back, I expect you to be in nothing but your briefs.”
I don’t wait to see if he responds, I just move towards the cabinet, trying to decide what I want to do with him. Browsing the various items, I immediately get an idea, but want to give him some time to get his clothes off. I can hear the sounds of them being pulled off and smirk to myself, hidden behind the open doors so no one can see.
Not for a million years did I ever think I would actually have the opportunity to fuck my teacher-crush. Yet here I am.
Pulling the handcuffs off the hook, I pick up the keys and the connector, holding them all in one hand while I close the doors gently and move back towards the couch.
Calam’s clothes are folded neatly on the coffee table in front of him, and he’s sitting in the same spot, leaned up against the back in nothing but his tight, navy-blue briefs and black framed glasses. I turn away from him, and place the handcuffs onto the table, putting the key on the side so it doesn’t get lost. Then I turn and lean onto the couch with one knee, so close to him that my hip brushes his arm. I connect the carabiner to the anchor on the wall.
I step back onto both feet, jerking my head to the side. “Slide over.”
Keeping his eyes forward, he does as he’s told, shifting his legs so I’m between them. He looks up at me slowly and my pussy clenches at the sight of him. At how hot he looks sitting below me in nothing but his underwear, covered in so many fucking tattoos that the thought alone has my heart stuttering in my chest. I’ve never seen him in anything less than slacks and a button-up, and I wonder if his wardrobe choice is a college rule, or just preference.
I will never be able to look at him the same again.
And I fucking love it.
I smirk, bending down to grab the handcuffs and then move to straddle him, sitting back on his knees. “Hands,” I say.
Slowly, he offers them to me and I attach the cuffs, one wrist at a time, careful they aren’t too tight, but I also not loose enough that he’ll get out. Not until I say so.
When the cuffs are on, I grip his wrists, bringing them above his head to connect them to the other end of the rope. It gives him enough room to rest his hands on his head, but that’s about it. I take my time doing it, his hot breath fanning across my breasts. I wish he would make a move, dart his tongue out and run it across my skin. Do anything to let me know he actually wants this and isn’tjustdoing it to please his wife.
I want to know he wants me too.
Regardless, it’s going to happen. I just want to get my own sort of satisfaction out of this experience. And when I lean back down, sliding my hands up his forearms, biceps and over his chest, sitting on him once again, I get all the satisfaction in the way of his hard cock between my thighs.
ChapterSix
His cock is hard and warm between my legs, and I let out a satisfied hum as I grind against him, hands flat on his chest. I keep my voice low as I speak to him, not wanting his wife to hear a single word of it. “Tell me, Professor Andrews, have you ever imagined your cock stuffed all the way down my throat?”
I continue to slide over him, using my movements to hide the fact I’m talking to him.
The slight shift in his breathing is the only thing that indicates he even heard what I said.
“Because I think about it all the fucking time.” I huff out the smallest of laughs. The handcuffs rattle as he tugs on them, his body tensing against my words, cock pulsing against my clit. Sliding my hands up his chest, I wrap them around his neck, moving my mouth closer and speaking even lower. “And I promise, once you leave tonight, you won’t be able to get the feel of my mouth out of your mind.”
“Fuck,” he groans under his breath, and I grin, leaning away from him. I tug down the front of my dress, shoving my tits into his face.
“Suck.”
He blinks up at me, moving his face forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking just like I told him to. I throw my head back and bring my hands back to his firm, tattoo covered chest.
“The other one,” I groan, grinding against him.
He does as he’s told, switching to the other nipple, only this time he does it faster, sucking harder, like he’s actually enjoying it.
“Good boy,” I say with a smirk. “Now sit back and enjoy.”
He releases my nipple resting his head back against the couch, eyes dark and filled with need. His chest is heaving, cheeks flushed slightly and I’m loving every single second of this.
