Page 42 of Classroom Confessions

I tugged his head down for a kiss. “You don’t have to play nice with me. I want you to do everything, anything.” I nipped his bottom lip. “I’m not fragile and I’m not afraid.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.” He swept me off my feet, hefting me into his arms and locking my legs around his waist. “I can be gentle if that’s what you need.”

“I need you.” I raked my fingernails through his hair, the sound harsh in my small apartment. “I need the real you, whoever that is.”

“I hope to fuck you know what you’re asking for.” He slanted his lips over mine before I could reply.

I didn’t mind because the truth was, I only knew the Ethan I’d created in my dreams. His tongue plunged into my mouth. I groaned and tightened my legs on his waist. He shouldn’t be carrying me, but I’d be damned if I told him so.

We stumbled into my bedroom. Ethan paused long enough to shut the door with his heel before he turned and marched toward my bed. My back landed on the mattress, and he followed me down, his cock cradled between my thighs. I reached between us, my fingers barely reaching his waistband before he grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm over my head. The other arm followed.

He pinned me with his body on mine, my wrists shackled in one broad hand as he lifted his head. “I’m going to make sure you enjoy this.” His free hand worked beneath my shirt and stroked the outer edge of my bra, just shy of my nipple.

“Ethan.” I arched upward. My body burned hotter when he lowered his head and kissed beneath my ear. “I’m wet for you.” I ground my hips onto his cock, the material between us creating delicious friction. “So fucking wet and ready for your cock.”

“That mouth is going to get you into trouble.” The darkness I’d craved swept into his eyes, darkening them to ebony. His pupils were blown wide so only a sliver of iris remained.

I kissed the underside of his jaw. “I like trouble.”

“Have you ever been tied up?” The sharpness in the question sucked the air from my lungs.

My head shook from side to side, and the tiniest bit of apprehension twisted my stomach.

“I’m going to fuck you up.” The blatant promise, combined with the desire in his eyes, sent another rush of warmth to soak my panties. He stripped off his belt with one hand and tied it around my wrists. “Safe word is potato. If things get too intense, say it and I’ll stop.” He hovered over me, one hand still gripping my wrists. “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

Ethan grabbed my chin. “Say it, Rebecca. I need to hear the words.”

“I understand. If I want you to stop, say potato.” It felt ridiculous in my mouth, and maybe that was the point. Shivers danced along my skin when he lifted off me and stood.

“These are the rules. Don’t move unless I say you can move. If you do, there will be a punishment.” He slid my shorts and panties down over my hips and tossed them over his shoulder. My feet rested on the floor, my ass and upper body cushioned by the bed. He stared down at me like a man possessed, reached for my shirt, and ripped it down the center. Cool air pumped over my heated skin, but nothing eased the ache in my pussy.

“What kind of punishment?” I pushed my heels into the floor and lifted my ass. I didn’t know if I meant to test him, scoot up on the bed, or invite him closer. The movement was instinctual.

Ethan bared his teeth in a savage smile. “You’ll see.” With those ominous words, he plucked my new dildo from between the sheets where I’d left it last night. “We’ll start slow.” Pressing the button to start the vibrations, he held the tip of the fake cock against my clit.

“This is slow?” I bucked my hips as the vibrations increased. “I want you, Ethan.”

“You’ll have me.” He slid the dildo lower, seating the head in my pussy and holding it there. “You wanted all of me.” His head lowered toward my stomach, where he kissed my navel before moving up to nudge my bra aside with his teeth. “This is me, Rebecca. This is what you’re asking for.” He clamped down on my nipple, thrusting the dildo at the same time he tapped the button to make it twist and pump.

“Oh, God.” I’d been on the bed for minutes and already, the orgasm shivered along my scalp. I shifted my arms and lowered my hands to the back of his head.

Ethan immediately backed away, taking his mouth and the dildo with him. He clicked his tongue. “You moved. Time for a punishment.”

A whimper left my throat against my will. The lack of his touch sent my body in a desperate ache. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

His smile widened. “Oh, I hope you do. That’s part of the fun.” He swept my legs wide and dropped to his knees. “Let’s see what else you like.” He buried his face in my pussy, his tongue wild and thick as he licked me.

“I like that.” I hissed through my teeth when he pressed his thumb into my clit and circled it in lazy strokes. “I like when you touch me.”

He growled into my wet heat and thrust his tongue inside. Once. Twice. On the third thrust, he slid his tongue up to my clit and latched on, sucking and pulling like he’d found the most delicious treat. He sent me up the precipice with each tug. My thighs shook beneath his hands. I wanted to clamp them down on his head and hold him in place forever. If this was a punishment, I’d move all fucking day.

I rode his tongue as the pressure built at the base of my neck. Just before it crested, Ethan sat back on his heels. “No.” I tried to sit up, but my shaking need prevented it. “What are you doing?”

“Punishing you.”

I raised my head to watch him. His attention stayed on my pussy, his hands on my thighs, holding me open. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He looked up at me, our eyes clashing as need and desire locked. “And right now, you’re all mine. Mine to tease and torture. Mine to play with until you go insane with pleasure.” He leaned forward, his lips coming within an inch of my clit. Hot breath caressed the pulsing skin. “Then I’ll take you over the edge and watch you fly.”

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