Page 64 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“Whenever you want me in class, Mr. Wolfe.”
He took my coffee away and picked up my hand. I slid from the stool, and he led me back upstairs.
“No lesson this afternoon, Miss Montando. Just a warm up.”
He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. Then he unclipped my bra and slid it from my shoulders. His hands ran down my sides and I shivered at his touch. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he slid his fingers underneath and then round to the front. He kept his gaze on me at all times. He unzipped and wiggled them down over my hips dragging my knickers with them. I toed off my trainers and stepped out of the clothes.
I stood naked while he took a step back. He appraised me. “You don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?” he said, his voice low.
I pulled my hair from my ponytail and let it fall down my back and over my shoulders.
“I want to undress you,” I said, stepping towards him.
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as I exposed each section. I undid the cuffs and then slid my hands over his shoulders pushing the shirt off his back. He was muscular, and he had scars. I traced my fingers over them wondering how they’d gotten there. Although I’d seen him without clothes, I hadn’t studied his body. And that’s what I fully intended to do.
I reached for his belt, unbuckling it, and lowering the zipper of his trousers. He kicked off his shoes and I slid the material down to his ankles, falling to my knees as I did.
“I bet I wouldn’t get to my knees for you. I guess I lost,” I said, looking up at him and taking his erect cock in my hands.
His moan was gentle, yet it hit me bang in the chest. I licked over the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum, before opening my mouth and guiding him in. He fisted my hair, holding my head as I rocked up and down his shaft. I sucked and tasted him. I licked. When he pulled at my hair, I stood.
“You’ll make me come,” he whispered.
“So?”
He smirked and then pushed me back down again. I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I’d never done that before, it was revolting, but like the good girl I wanted to be, I swallowed it down and tried not to gag.
“First time,” he said, as I stood and my eyes watered. I nodded and he laughed.
“An acquired taste, I’m sure,” I said. “I owe you five thousand pounds,” I added, laughing.
“No, Ruby, I owe you, and much more than that,” he whispered, before kissing me.
Sebastian picked me up and laid me on his bed, he climbed on and held himself above me. He kissed myforehead, my nose, my chin and then down my chest. Small butterfly kisses down my stomach and then across my hips. He avoided all the places I was desperate for him to go to. I tried to push his head towards my crotch, and he chuckled.
“In my own time, Ruby,” he said, sternly.
He continued his kissing down the inside of my thighs. That tickled and I squirmed my legs away from his touch. He looked at me, and without a word, slipped from the bed. He walked into his dressing room and returned. In his palm were leather cuffs with chains attached. His stature had changed, I was sure. He was taller, bulkier, and his eyes were dark. He licked over his lips as he stared at me.
“Give me permission, Ruby,” he said, so quietly I only just heard.
I nodded.
“Give me permission!” His harsh tone startled me.
“I do,” I said.
He cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and it was only then that I noticed black painted hooks on each. I hadn’t seen them before; they’d blended in with the black bed frame.
“Now you can’t squirm,” he said, tightening the chains. “And you are mine to do with as I please.”
My stomach flipped multiple times.
He ran his fingers over my body, heat and icecollided, my skin goose bumped, and my hairs stood on end. It was the lightest touch and it had me wanting more.
He stroked over my hips, my inner thighs, again avoiding the places I wanted him to be. He laughed at my frustrated moans.
He pinched one nipple so hard, I tried to twist away. “Go with it, Ruby,” he whispered.
