“You know what you do to me, don’t you, pet?”
I did. I reveled in knowing the power I had, to know that he wanted nothing more than to fuck me against the wall like we were stuck in a primal dance. He unbuttoned his shirt and I gasped: his rippling muscles, the dark chest hair, the masculine scent. I ran my hands over him, feeling this warmth.
He turned me around, taking my wrists in his hands, spreading them wind, pressing me against the wall. His cock pressed between my ass cheeks, and his breath was hot on my neck. Once I was settled in the position, he took his thumb and pressed it into my mouth, and I sucked his finger, tickling it with my tongue, and he groaned.
“Take and give, pet,” he said. “On your knees.” I immediately obeyed. I didn’t care if that meant I was boring. If I wanted to obey and suck his cock like a good pet, then I was going to do exactly what I wanted. If that made me boring, then I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was for him to use my mouth until he came, giving me all of his pleasure, all of that desire, all of that need.
To take, and to give in return.
I stared at him, looking up, waiting. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, pulling down his boxer briefs to a long, hard, thick cock, the veins bulging. I licked my lips, moving forward and he held me back.
“Tongue out,” he said. I stuck it out, and he pressed his cock to my tongue. I moaned, wanting more, and he grinned, then veered forward, shoving his cock down my throat. I gagged, but I didn’t push him away. My eyes watered, and he pumped my mouth.
“You like when I use your mouth, pet? You like pleasing me.” I closed my eyes and held my lips tight, my tongue circling his cock, feeling the ridges of his veins, the strength of his shaft. I looked up, and his blue eyes were locked on me, taking me in. He fucked my face like that, losing himself inside of me. I wasn’t a young, insignificant student. I was his pet.
“You’re going to make me come,” he said. And with that, he pumped my mouth and threw his head back. “Take it all, pet. You gave me your come, and now it’s time that you take mine.”
With the energy I had, I teased him, tortured him, begged him to come with the movements of my tongue, my lips. He groaned, and his cock pulsed, and when his salty sweetness came, I drank every last drop. I could give, and I could take.
***
After we came back down, he helped me up, then moved to unbuckle the collar, and I stopped him. “Just the leash,” I said. He removed it. The leash was heavy, but I liked the feeling of his collar on my neck.
His collar. I was his.
He held my hand, leading me to the chair. He pulled me into his lap, and we both sat, letting our heart rates rest.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
How was I supposed to manage the different sides of Nate? The asshole professor, the arrogant humanities buff who never wanted to agree with anyone, the man who had brought me flowers before taking me to a dungeon to collar me, degrade me, and face fuck me? And after it was said and done, the same person who asked how I was feeling.
‘Good’ didn’t quite do it justice. It was more than that.
“I’ve never done that before,” I said. Because it was the only thing that made sense.
“It’s been a while for me as well,” he said. I stared at him, shocked. He looked better than most of the students at the university and had the slick mystique of an older, established gentleman. A billionaire at that. How had it been a while?
“Seriously?”
He nodded. “I don’t indulge in power-play unless it’s with someone I find intriguing,” he said. My heart clenched tighter. Did he find me intriguing?
“You didn’t care that I did exactly what you wanted?” I asked nervously. “That I obeyed you? Isn’t that boring?”
“You did what I wanted, andthensome,” he said. He kissed my earlobe. “You could never be a mindless drone, Mara. You might be submissive, but you demand as much as you surrender.” He gently bit my ear, and it tickled. “You are exactly what I want in a partner.”
“A partner?” I asked. I turned towards him. A partner, as in a relationship, beyond what we were? Teacher and student. Adviser and protégé. Owner and pet.
Partners.
“We’re partners in the contest, are we not?” he asked.
My chest sank, but I tried not to let it show. “Right,” I said. The contest. There was that too.
“Don’t let the semantics discourage you,” he said. “Whatever this is, be it partners in a contest or something else, I’ve been fighting for control over you for a long time. You’re a strong woman, Mara. You didn’t let me dominate you easily.”
But it was hard to let go of his words. The semantics. He had brought up the contest himself, reminding us of the tie we had outside of here. But now that we were here, we were more than that. Despite his dismissal of it, I knew he had said that word on purpose. He had to. He was too careful, too intellectual, not to know what he meant by his words.Partners.
He tightened his grip around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. For a moment, I tried to forget about everything else beyond the walls of the building. Whatever we were—friends, lovers, colleagues, partners—I didn’t care. At least, I chose not to care. Because for that moment, it was just us.
