Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Before she could get too lost in finding a way to keep him, he brought her back to the moment by tugging on her simple cotton panties. She hadn’t brought any sexy lingerie with her. She wished she at least had a thong. Actually, she wished she had proper fet wear, wished she could kneel at his feet in a corset and tiny skirt. Maybe a tiny little pleated plaid skirt. She would feel sexy and powerful despite the fact that she was on her knees.
David pulled the edges of her panties toward the middle, tucking them between her cheeks so her ass was bare. She felt pressure on her rear entrance and was reminded of his list. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning at the thought.
There were a lot of things he wanted to check off that list, and one of the questions he’d written out was about how many fingers she could comfortably take in her ass. His fingers. His callused, talented fingers.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, Professor.”
“Good.” His palm glided from her hip, down her butt cheek and the back of her thigh before jumping to the other leg and repeating the course in reverse.
Everywhere his hand touched her skin felt sensitized.
“I had planned to begin tonight’s session with an in-depth study of your breasts.” His hand stopped roaming, instead resting on her cheek. “Your nipples in particular.”
“That still sounds like a very good idea to me, Professor.” The thought of anal play had her on edge. It was so intimate. She’d had anal sex before, but the thought of David touching her there made her breath catch.
“I’m sure it does, and while I value your input, you have no say,” he replied simply.
Damn it, that was hot. Tessa arched her back, pushing her ass up into his hand. Why wouldn’t he start? Did he know how much this slow study drove her crazy? She needed him to stop talking and spank her. Touch her. Do anything.
She would let this man do anything to her.
“Who is in charge of this study?” David asked.
“You are, Professor.” Every word came out breathy and hushed.
“And what does that mean?”
“It means that I do what you say.” She licked her dry lips. “I obey you.”
It was an easy admission to make since they had a bargain. She was in charge in the field, and he was in charge here. He’d meant it when he’d promised her she was in control of the mission. He hadn’t protested or tried to get out of it. When she’d told him they needed to move, he’d given up this precious time he’d longed for.
What he’d been upset about was losing time with her.
He squeezed her ass, hard, an indication her words had affected him the same way they’d affected her.
His hand raised off her butt. “It means that you’re mine.” Smack.
The first spank landed on her right cheek, and it hurt. He had a big, heavy hand, and he wasn’t fucking around with that smack.
She sucked in air and couldn’t stop the groan that came.
The sound was lost in the resounding crack of the second smack, landing on her left cheek. This time she yelped and clenched her backside, an involuntary response.
“Generally when performing a punishment scene, I prefer to spank subs when they have a plug in their ass.” He sounded so academic. “Usually with a small amount of ginger oil coating the neck of the plug.”
Tessa’s eyes went wide, and she lifted her head, neck straining to look back at him. “You know, Prof, you’re a dirty pervert.”
“Dirty, sadistic pervert, thank you.” He spanked her again, just as hard, and then two more swats in quick succession.
“My mentor at The Club was a man named Ben,” David explained. “He’s a highly intelligent man, a private investigator and former Navy SEAL. He taught me that I should always travel with a full box of condoms, lube, butt plugs, and nylon rope. He thinks they’re essentials in everyone’s go-bag. I told him that I’m a professor and I don’t have a go-bag, but now I think he might have a point.”
He stopped talking to spank her some more. Her ass heated, each smack not only stinging the surface of her skin, but making her ache, the heat penetrating deep. This was the kind of spanking that she’d feel tomorrow, the same way she would feel after a heavy squat session at the gym.
The next two swats landed lower, where her butt curved into her thigh.
“Ouch,” she hissed.
“Hmm, does that hurt?” He sounded only mildly curious.
“Yes, Professor, the spanking hurts.”
He was silent, and she winced. That had sounded more than a little bratty.
She heard the rustle of fabric, and a slick sound, almost like a zipper, but… Wait. She knew that sound. Tessa jerked her head up and looked back over her shoulder.