Love and Chemistry (7 page)

He chuckled. “I love you. If you have a month of needy days, I can handle it. Don’t hide them from me.”

“I know.” She paused. “You love me? Don’t say that now.”

“Tough. It’s true.” He kissed her.

“No, I don’t need you to go there because of this. You didn’t know. I’m really not mad. I just wanted it all out there. It is now.” She moved from his lap.

He shook his head. “I know that. I don’t blame myself. I’m not a mind reader. We’re moving fast, and this is a big thing to share. I’m not mad about last night. I get it.”

“It was dumb to go to that frat house. I knew it was wrong when I was there. I just needed any distraction. You calling to say your battery died, and you needed a ride home would have worked, too. Anything to get out of my own head. I cooked, I cleaned, and I even unpacked. I brought her picture here. Hell, I have more shoes here than you do.” She poured them more coffee.

Instead of responding to her, he picked up the picture. “Hi, Mrs. Burgess. Sorry you’re not here to approve of me, but I promise your daughter isn’t going to be alone anymore. You don’t have to worry about her. I screwed up last night, but I’m going to make sure I know everything, so that doesn’t happen again.”

“Stop it.” She grabbed for the picture.

He kept it out of her reach and stayed perfectly serious. “No, I’m having a conversation here.” He nodded as if he was listening. “Got it. Thanks.”

“Don’t make fun of me.” She grabbed for the picture again.

“I’m not.” He set the picture down and got up from the table. Colin grabbed the sharpie from the top of the fridge and marked the date on the calendar. “Mom’s anniversary.”

“Colin.” She hugged him.

“Now when is her birthday?” he asked.

“You don’t have to. I’m fine.”

“I know. She wants a cake. In exchange, she says it's okay for you to like my mom when you meet her at Thanksgiving.” He tapped the marker on the calendar.

Minny laughed and shook her head. “October thirty-first.”

“Halloween. Cool. Themed cakes. I won’t forget.” He flipped through to October and marked it down.

“I love you,” she said.

He put the marker down and wiped more tears away. “I know, and if there is anything else you’re keeping from me, I want to know about it this weekend. No excuses. No ‘it’s too early.’ No ‘it’s about an ex’ or whatever.”

She kissed him hard. “There’s nothing else. Really. My dad was a big nobody in my life. But I had plenty of friends who barely ever saw their fathers. Mom’s health was a much bigger issue. She raised me on her own. I learned not to depend on men except for sex and stuff. You’re different.”

“You’re stuck with me, and I expect you to go to lunch with me today on campus. We need to start letting people in on the fun.” He nipped her neck.

“You’d better get in the shower. You’ll be late.” She pointed at the clock.

“They’ll live. This was more important.” He gave her ass a smack and knew his world was right again.

Chapter Six

After dinner Friday night, she wondered what he had planned for the weekend. As she loaded the dishwasher, she heard him rummaging through the closet in the kinky bedroom.

She’d brought her role-playing outfits, in addition to her regular clothing, but hadn’t said anything to him about them. Slowly she walked to the room and caught him looking at a red sequined, strapless and very short dress.

“Like it?” she asked.

“What fantasy is this for?” he asked.

She giggled. “Actually none. A friend of mine from high school wanted a Vegas wedding. Full glitz and gaudy fun. I’ve never worn it since, but I can’t get rid of it.”

“Why not?” He held it up to her.

“I like it. Red is my favorite color, and if I’d gone to my senior prom, I’d have picked something close to this. Not as short, floor length and maybe a halter neck instead of strapless but red and full of bling.” She touched the dress. “I had to tape my boobs down into that thing, so they didn’t pop out. But it was a fun, trashy Vegas wedding. They’re still married.”

“Is that the sort of wedding you’d like?” he asked.

She froze for a second. Men talking about weddings? He really wasn’t like other men, and they were just talking about themes anyway. She shrugged it off. “I’m not sure about Vegas. Something simple, definitely.”

He held out the dress to her. “Put it on.”

“Now? Why?” she asked.

“Humor me.” He leaned down and kissed her.

She liked the direction it was going. Shrugging out of her work clothes and losing the bra, she shimmied into the dress. “Since I told you so much about me…why don’t you tell me something about family?”

“What do you want to know?” he asked.

“How many brothers and sisters do you have?” She turned so he could help.

“One brother and one sister.” He zipped her up, and she tugged the bodice up a bit, so it laid right.

“Are they in the military?” She twirled around the room.

“Very nice dress, and yes. My brother is in the military. My sister married a Marine, and she has a civilian job on a base.” He stared at her and shook his head.

She stopped. “What? Too slutty? I was only twenty-two.”

“Lose the panties,” he said.

“What are you playing at?” she asked.

“You like role-playing? So let’s pretend it’s your senior prom.” He folded his arms.

The shift was subtle, but she felt the change from boyfriend to dom. Arousal rippled throughout her body. “Here?”

“Pretend it’s the teacher’s lounge, and you’ve been called out of the dance for inappropriate clothing.”

“Teacher and student? You don’t think I did that?” she asked.

“No, that’s why it’s a fantasy. Enjoy being the sex object on your prom night and pleasing me. Unless that doesn’t work for you?” he asked.

She kicked her panties to the corner and walked up to him slowly. “It turns you on.” She fingered his erection through his slacks.

“And you?” he asked.

“If I had a teacher who looked like you do, I probably would’ve given in.” She teased his belt with her fingertips.

“That outfit really is inappropriate, Ms. Burgess.” He grabbed her wrist.

The play had begun, and she grinned. “Sorry. I couldn’t afford a longer one.”

“The top might be okay if you could keep everything in, but when you bend over.” He pushed her over at the waist. “I can see your ass. This is obscene.”

“Don’t look.” She spread her legs a bit so he could see more.

“Teenage boys can’t help but look. Especially when you show it off. You didn’t even bother with a thong?”

“The dress is too tight. Anything would show, even Spanx.” She rocked her hips as her pussy grew wet.

“Spanks? Is that a request?” He pushed the skirt up, so her ass was exposed and rubbed her cheeks.

“No, it’s an item of underwear. I can’t go back to the dance?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“Do you want to? Those boys couldn’t handle you right.” He gave her firm swat.

The impact rocked her. “You can?”

“I can. Or maybe you’d rather be suspended? I could report this outfit, and you might not graduate.” His fingers slid between her thighs and teased her pussy folds until she moaned. Those firm fingertips hit her clit and tapped all over without a pattern. The blackmail angle was an extra turn on. Gasping, she pressed for more, and finally he dipped his pinky inside of her.

“Please, fuck me. Don’t report me, please. I need to graduate. I just wanted to have fun and feel sexy. Tie me up. I won’t complain.” She wanted to be restrained so badly she had to stop herself from inching to the bed.

“I don’t think you will. You need it.” He scooped her up and dropped her face down on the bed.

In seconds, he had her wrists and ankles in leather cuffs with very little give. She was stretched, and when she tugged, the firm resistance made her sigh. He had her, and she was safe in his world. Wanting to keep the role-play going, she tried to think like a senior in high school out to impress an older man would. “I want to please you, Sir. I’m good at blow jobs.”

“I’m sure you are, but I want more than that.” He slapped her ass. “First, punishment, then maybe you’ll get off.”

“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.” She licked her lips and lifted her ass.

He stood at her side and rolled up his sleeves. Relaxing, she savored the anticipation as he walked around the room. A drawer opened, but she didn’t even look. Surprise was half the fun.

A small rectangle of leather rubbed over her ass, and she tensed. A riding crop! Her pussy was slick, and he’d barely touched her. That rectangle moved over both her ass cheeks and tapped down her thighs. She tried to move to it, but her restraints held.

Groaning, she let her mind go. “Please,” she said.

The first strike was dead-center on her left cheek and strong. She inhaled as the sensation sank in. Another swat connected lower on the same cheek. A little play with the implement and he snapped down hard on her again.

“What’s your safe word?” he asked.

“No, I want more,” she said.

“I know. Just to be sure…” He added a strike high on her cheek.

“Red.” Her one cheek stung and the other remained untouched.

“Good, and I expect you to use it if it’s too much. I won’t have you wimping out tomorrow because I was too rough tonight.” He added two quick slaps.

She gasped and lifted her ass as much as possible. “Yes, Sir.”

Then his palm grabbed her sore rump. His lips pressed to her flesh, and his sweet tongue teased her.

“I love it,” she moaned.

“I see that.” He spread her cheeks and tongued that tender spot between her asshole and pussy.

“Please, fuck me,” she begged.

“Not even close.” He let go, and the crop snapped on that same flesh again.

“The other one, please.” She closed her eyes and let the slight pain center her.

“Too much here?” He kissed the spot he’d been favoring.

“No, but I want to feel it everywhere. Just one, please.” She felt out of balance and off in a way she couldn’t even explain.

“I see. You trust me?” he asked.

“God, yes! I trust you. I love you. Please!”

He snapped the tool down her same cheek twice more, and she groaned in frustration. Then the sting hit her hard on the untouched side. A fresh set of nerves sprang to life and reacted to the attention. She yanked on the restraints but didn’t want to be free.

“What do you say?” he asked.

“Thank you, Sir.” She focused on those spots and floated in the relief as her body hummed for sexual attention.

“You think that’s enough? For this dress? Teasing men?” he demanded.

“Spank me all you like. I love it. Fuck me, too. I’m yours,” she said.

Two more hard strikes with the crop on her ass and he tossed it on the bed. “Damn right.”

“Fuck me, please!” she repeated.

The sound of his zipper made her tremble. The tear of a condom packet made her grin. He knelt between her legs. She could feel the weight of him on the bed. He unlocked her legs and positioned her on her knees.

He gave her no warning before he filled her pussy in one smooth stroke. Her body stretched for and clung to him. She held still and moaned into the bedding as he eased back. He drove in and out of her at a methodical pace that built her release intensely. Focusing on her cunt, she tried to will an orgasm.

He grabbed a handful of her hair. “You come when I say.”

“Yes, Sir.” She bit her lip and forced her body to relax, bending to his will.

His thrusts sped up as he fucked her harder. Never once touching her clit, he possessed her body with so little contact she wanted to cry. She wanted to be pressed to him and holding him. She wanted him every way possible, but now this is what they needed. The play and the powerful relief. “Am I good, Sir?” she asked.

“Maybe I should give you detention and let you practice every day?” He grabbed her ass.

She gasped and nodded. “Please. I want to suck your cock so badly.”

He leaned forward and grabbed her breasts. “You want to show off to the guys. Let them all see what they can’t have.”

“They don’t see it all. It’s only for you,” she replied.

He slowed a bit and slid his hands down her body. “Good. All mine.”

When he tapped her clit, she nearly lost control. “I need to come, please.”

“Then do it.” He pulled out of her and rubbed her clit quickly.

“Oh God.” It was so good and so empty. She came hard on his fingers but missed his cock. He had so much power over her, and she loved it. “Colin!”

* * * *

Her juices left a spot on the bed, and by the time she’d caught her breath, Colin had her untied completely. Her ass had pink spots now, but they’d darken. When he kissed one, she trembled slightly. He tugged the top of her dress down to reveal her breasts.

Tossing the condom in the trash, he watched her roll onto her side. He picked up the riding crop and bounced it in his hand. “You came nice and hard.”

“Thank you, Sir. You didn’t.” She eyed his cock as if it were the richest dessert and biggest diamond in the world.

“Hands and knees. We’re not done.” He undressed and sat on the bed.

She was a cat ready to pounce but waited. He tapped the crop on his leg and then on her breasts. “Like it?”

“Yes, Sir. Harder, please.” The pleasure was all over her face.

He snapped the leather with a little more force, and her smile was his reward. “You want to suck me off?”

She nodded.

“Don’t lie. Tell me the whole truth. Holding back isn’t telling the truth.” He rubbed the crop over her nipples. “If you tell me your fantasies, then I can tease you with them or fulfill them.”

Her face turned red. “I want to suck you off but…”

“But…”

“That crop feels so good. Fuck me and use it on my tits.” She kissed his knee.

“That’s a dangerous pairing.” He shook his head. Her safety was more important than anything else.

“I trust you. You want to try it. I can see it in your eyes,” she said.

“You think you read me so well?” he asked.

She nodded. “I’ve worked with you for over a year. Anticipating your needs. The sex and the fun might be new, but I can read your expressions.”