Love and Chemistry (5 page)

“You like giving the orders.” She slid her foot alongside his.

“I do, to you. I was good at school and got a free ride to college and beyond. I didn’t want to go to into basic training. But I did always keep up my workout regime.” He took her hand. “Would you prefer a soldier?”

“No, I was just curious. It makes sense though. Most of the professors can be fussy and stuffy but still absentminded. I’ve seen lots of cluttered offices and missed appointments. They get into their research and forget their wives’ birthdays. You never forget anything.” She inched closer.

“I try not to. Never is a long time. But I had an orderly upbringing. Mom was always there, and Dad had clear rules. Life shouldn’t be complicated if we cut through the denial crap and do the work,” he said.

“And kink is your fun?” she asked.

“It’s fun, stress relief, my rebellion and my rush. My father told me never to hit a girl under any circumstance.”

“If he only knew.” She blushed.

“I’ve never hit a woman in anger. I’d never harm anyone.” He caressed her cheek. “Only for their pleasure. You love it.”

“I do. It is my stress relief. I love how cathartic it is.” She leaned over and kissed him. “I need another dose, please.”

“You trust me?” he asked.

“Of course I do. I was shocked you’re a dom. I didn’t see that coming any more than you picked me out as a sub. Whoever matched things up is impressive. I should bake them some cookies. Sweets are my specialty.” She glanced over at the cake on the counter.

“Maybe later. We are lucky someone saw the truth. You do need attention.” He watched her body language.

“I love it. You’re teasing me.” She played footsie more firmly.

“If your mom was sick when you were a teenager, you probably missed out on a lot of the attention teens get.” He wanted to draw out more information.

She shook her head. “I don’t resent anything. Things happen. My mother took good care of me. She kept me safe and cared for me. Maybe she couldn’t do everything she wanted all the time, but that’s true of a million people in a million different situations.”

“We’re talking about you,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk anymore. I want you to make my brain shut down, so I just feel the fun. We’re not here to open old wounds.” She pointed to the bed in the one-room loft apartment.

He wanted her to share but couldn’t force it. One day she’d trust him enough to come out with it all. She hadn’t said a word about a father or siblings. “When you’re ready and trust me enough, you’ll tell me.”

“So are you going to boss me around or do I have to act up to be punished?” She drummed her fingers on the old table.

“No. Get naked now. Bend over the table.” He didn’t move a muscle and watched her strip. It wasn’t a big naughty production but a slow and teasing display. She folded all her clothing up neatly and left her bra for last. Finally naked, she knelt between his legs.

“Stand up and bend over the table.” He stood up and started rifling through her drawers.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked.

“Stay right there.” He found a thin wooden cutting board that mimicked a paddle very nicely. He could do okay with wooden spoons or a spatula, but if she wanted to be red, this was more efficient. A few practice smacks on his own hand told him how to use it on her.

“I don’t have rope or chains, but there are some scarves,” she suggested.

“Nope, you need to control yourself.” He put a hand on the small of her back and admired her curves. Swinging the cutting board, he watched her flinch. Her moans made him hard quickly, but he methodically paddled her ass so every spot would end up red.

“Sir, oh my God!” she moaned.

He paused and let her catch her breath. “Did you come from a spanking?”

“No, not really. I just couldn’t.” She let go of the edge of the table and covered her face. “Don’t stop.”

“You wanted to be red. Maybe you exaggerated? Use your safe word if you want me to stop. I won’t want you more for lying to me.” He caressed her rear.

She hissed and gasped. “I’m not lying. I like it.”

“You’re good and pink now. It’ll redden up.” He kissed her sore bottom.

“Please don’t stop. I need a little more.” She gripped the table.

He massaged her back and felt the tension. “Are you going to come?”

She shook her head. “Please.”

He leaned his side on the table and kissed her neck as he paddled her ass slowly. It wasn’t the optimum angle, but she needed a nudge not discipline now. Her lips quivered, and he dropped the wood and slapped her rear with his hand.

“I love it,” she cried.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and he knew it wasn’t from the pain but from what the spanking let her connect to. He kissed her and squeezed her ass until she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He stood up and carried her to the bed.

“More,” she said against his neck.

“I was going to break that table lying on it with you. This is better.” He removed his tear-stained shirt and kicked off his shoes. Stripping down to nothing, he curled up with her in bed. “Tell me.”

She shook her head. “Just letting it out. I haven’t had a dom I felt safe with in a while. I know I’ve been here over a year; it was all pent up. Moving and meeting new people. Feeling alone with my needs.”

“I didn’t know you were alone that long. You’re not anymore.” He fingered her pussy until she relaxed and pressed to him.

“This isn’t going to end, is it?” she asked.

“You want to get rid of me already?” He sucked her breasts.

“No, I’m just worried I’ll get addicted.” She rolled on top of him and groped his cock.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just be honest and give in to me.” He caressed her rear, and she closed her eyes. “Hands and knees facing headboard. You don’t get to ride twice in one day.”

She pouted but slowly climbed off him.

“Where are the condoms?” He poked her rump when she paused.

“Nightstand drawer. Please, fuck me.” She rested her head on the pillow.

He slid on protection and found a small bottle of lube as well as a few sex toys. Grabbing a gel dildo and the lube, he closed the drawer and knelt behind her. He squeezed lube between her ass cheeks and she shuddered.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’re much more cooperative when restrained. We’ll play at my place from now on, but I’ll want you to stay over. Bring clothes and something to sleep in.” He squeezed her ass cheeks and fingered both her holes.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready, please fuck me.” She tilted her backside up.

“I can tell you’re ready. But you enjoy saying how anal I am. I think I should prove it.” He tested her rear entrance, and she opened for him.

“If you want. I need to be punished.”

“You think anal sex is a punishment?” he asked.

“No, but I don’t come easily from it. Use me any way you want. I just want to please you.” She rocked her ass.

He slid the dildo in her pussy, and her posture changed. The moan was confirmation he’d picked properly. Thrusting the toy in and out, he saw her slick juices coat the purple gel. Reading her right boosted his confidence and lust. He adjusted her hips lower a bit and rubbed her asshole.

The second he pressed his cock to her there, she opened, and he slid in part of the way. She moaned and tried to back up.

“Easy. Hold the toy and fuck yourself. I’ll show you how anal I can be.” He worked back and forth until she took most of him. Leaning over, he kissed her shoulders. “Like it?”

“God, yes!” She pushed back more.

He felt her body tighten on him and held still. Her backside was a nice dark pink. As he thrust in and out of her ass, he reached around and tapped her clit.

Colin felt her orgasm before he heard it. Her body locked on him as she shrieked. He pushed her face to the pillow, these walls didn’t look very thick. She cursed and groaned into the bedding. That tight hole of hers felt tighter as she left the dildo stuffed inside her pussy. He worked her faster and muffled his shouts in her shoulder as he pushed all the way to come.

“Yes, Sir. So good.” She shivered.

He hadn’t even asked her a question, and she’d answered it. They were a damn good fit.

Then someone on the other side of the wall pounded.

“Sorry. Neighbors,” she said.

“And you can’t keep quiet.” He pulled the toy from her as he eased out of her body. “Go get cleaned up and dressed. We’re going to my house.”

“No, we don’t have to.” She blushed.

“We will. I’m not done with you, and I’m not going to disturb your neighbors.” It was a better reason than questioning her safety here.

She smiled and nodded. “Fine. But you have to tell me who the matchmaker was.”

“Who?” Colin’s brain was sex-drained.

“The blog owner who told you I was the one who posted to the blog.” She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and put the toy in it. “I’ll clean this off later.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you if you promise not to expose him either. He prefers private play.” He tossed the used protection in the bathroom trash and kissed her temple as he left.

“I won’t expose him. Maybe he’ll get cookies?” She smiled.

“Good. That cake you made is coming with us tonight, too.” He’d rarely had women bake for him.

The smile on her face grew wider, and he wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted her cake or because of how her ass looked in the mirror. He wasn’t done, and knowing she trusted him and could let go emotionally stroked his ego and challenged him.

“Don’t dawdle in there. It comes out of your spanking time,” he said.

She rolled her eyes at him but moved faster.

Chapter Four

Life at Colin’s place was better. Minny hated to admit it, but the privacy of a house and having one bed for sleep and sweet snuggling with another room perfect for kink made it all so much easier.

It’d been two weeks of daily play, and she’d only been back to her apartment a few times for clothes. Most men weren’t into domestic bliss this fast, but she refused to let it worry her. Colin was quirky. She turned off the shower and stepped out. After a towel dry and a comb through her hair, she exited the bathroom.

Instead of him making breakfast or getting ready, she found him on the phone already dressed and looking tense. He’d mentioned it would be a busy day but working together, they always found a little time alone. All she wanted was a distraction tonight at least.

She dressed quickly and ducked back in the bathroom to fix her hair. A thin layer of makeup later, she finally heard him hang up.

“That sounded painful. Everything okay?” she asked.

“Fine. Just the day from hell. Why does everyone have to converge on one day with their insanity?” He headed for the kitchen.

She slid on shoes and followed. “You don’t have to please everyone.”

“I committed to these things. It’s just annoying. An all-day department meeting for the coming semester broken up by a lunch with the department head about grad students. Then that damn fundraiser dinner.”

Even dinner? “That’s tonight?” She’d made sure everyone was going, and those with wives, girlfriends or boyfriends could bring their dates, so there were no excuses. The department head was adamant every single professor attend. After Minny signed them up, the campus events coordinator handled the food and location so it’d slipped her mind.

“You signed us all up under penalty of death months ago.” He kissed her cheek. “One day apart. You’ll actually have a chance to miss me.”

“I will. I’ve gotten used to some time with you every day.” She reached for bread to put in the toaster. It was her day to cook. “Do you want some eggs?”

“No, thank you. With lunch with the department head and then that fancy dinner to show off, I’ll be stuffed. I’m going to skip breakfast. Don’t worry, my weekend is all yours.” He hugged her from behind. “I’ll make it up to you, and if you get a busy day, I won’t complain.”

She smiled and nodded. It wasn’t that she couldn’t go a day without play or without his attention.
This
day just happened to be the one she’d been pretending wouldn’t arrive or wouldn’t hit her hard.

“You okay?” He poured coffee in his travel cup and did one for her, as well.

“Yes, I need to go home anyway. Get some fresh clothes and check the mail. Pay some bills. It’ll work out great,” she lied.

He opened a kitchen drawer and pulled out a key. “Why don’t you bring a bunch of stuff here? The tall dresser and closet in the play bedroom are basically empty. You can use those until we move some of my stuff around.”

A key to his house? It was thrilling and scary. “You don’t have to do that. I know you hate my place, and it doesn’t have room for two people, but I don’t want to be one of those girls who move her stuff in as soon as possible, then I’m living here, and you freak out.”

“Am I the type to freak out?” he asked. “My washer and dryer here are a million times more sanitary than anything in that building and more convenient than a Laundromat. You don’t have to move in, but I won’t be home until after ten at the earliest tonight. You can go to the apartment, get all the clothes and shoes or whatever and set things up here after work. It’ll be easier, and since it’s my idea, I actually want it.”

Nodding, she took the key. “I know it makes sense.”

“Too soon for you? I’m not asking you to give up your apartment or anything. We’ve had no trouble so far, and I want things to progress. Tonight seems to be a good time since I won’t be around to distract you, but no rush.” He kissed her softly.

“It’s not too soon. We won’t always be on the same schedules, you’re right. I can make a casserole or something that’ll heat up easily over the weekend. Less cooking, more fun.” She put on her happy face and decided not to think about anything today. Just like those days when her mom was sickest, focus on one task at a time to get through it.

He hadn’t pushed talk of family since the first night, so she hadn’t brought it up either. Today should be the day, but it’d been too hard. She grabbed her coffee and headed out to her old car. They still drove to work separately. No one there knew about their dating yet except Nelson.