Page 67 of Switch
Ravi shrugs, unbothered.“You said you’d been doing your own research on kink.I figured you would have heard of it.”
“Well, I hadn’t.Now I’m pretty sure I’m going to have nightmares about it, so thanks very much.”
Ravi pats my hand and says, “It’s what friends do.”As if he’s spotted me cash for lunch or given me his notes from a missed class.Not put an image in my head I may never get out.
“I already know I’ll regret asking, but why are you hell-bent on researching shit like cock cages and sounding?”
He shrugs.“It’s like I told you guys at brunch, I’m trying to figure out what kind of stuff I might be into.I know I’m kinky.I’ve known that for a couple of years.But, like, there’s a whole huge menu of stuff out there.If I’m going to get to try it all, I need to know whatallentails, right?”
How the fuck would I know?“Don’t most couples experiment together?My ex-girlfriend got a book on different sex positions one time, and we tried some stuff.Almost broke my dick trying reverse cowgirl, but still.”
Better to leave out the times I’ve asked our instructor how much he liked me shoving my dick into his ass.Which is worlds away from the fumbling around I did with Alyssa.My ex and I experimented, but what Fallon and I have is next level.
“I’m not part of a couple.I’m still a virgin, remember?”
“Right.How could I forget your virginity auction?”Okay, I have to say it.Someone’s got to.“Which is a terrible idea, by the way.You sell yourself to the highest bidder and tell them they can do whatever the hell they want to you, and you don’t think you’ll end up hurt?You can talk to anyone else in the group, Rav, and I promise we can each tell you a story about getting beat down over money.”
I still have a scar on my right pinky, barely noticeable, from the time my mom’s boyfriend thought I’d stolen from him.He threatened to cut it off.I was nine.
When I was in high school, I worked for about five minutes at a snow cone stand.One of my coworkers went out with a guy who turned out to be abusive.The sex was consensual, but the bloody nose he gave her after was not.I found her cowering in the back of the shop, icing her face with our product.
Ravi’s a nice kid.A smart kid with straight A’s from his summer classes and a bright future ahead of him.I don’t begrudge anybody their desire to explore the wild world of pleasure, but it sickens me to think of someone dimming his light.
“You don’t need to worry about me,” Ravi says.“I know what I’m doing.”
“I’m not so sure you do know,” I hiss in frustration.
“Mr.Jeffries, if you’re done gossiping, I’d like to get class started.”
Fuck.“Yes, sir.I apologize.”
Fallon’s hard glare makes my pulse go wonky.When we’re together, it’s like he’s a different person.A little anxious, a little unsure, and a whole lot willing to kneel at my feet and do whatever I ask of him.I love it.It’s hot as hell.
The hottest part is knowing I’m the only one who sees him that way.
But seeing him grip the polished wood of the lectern with both hands and stare me down like I’m the one who needs a spanking?I want to get him home and naked so bad it hurts.
Instead, I do my best to focus while he goes through a summary ofThe Scarlet Letter, which—am I the only person who thinks this book sounds depressing as hell?Although he gets to the part about a priest knocking up the main character or something, and all I can say is, go priest guy.The stuff about sin, shame, and judgment could be interesting too.I guess.
Except while everyone around me is scratching their pencils on paper or tapping away at their laptop keyboards, I’m distracted by Fallon’s tattooed forearms peeking out from beneath his rolled-up sleeves.The passion in his voice when he gets into a rant about the flaws of a puritanical society.
Around the room, I’m noticing a few girls in the first and second row who are looking at Fallon like he’s a tree they want to climb.Not that I blame them, except Idobecause he’s my fucking tree.
When someone behind me whispers something about “Mr.Monroe is so hot” I slam my hand on the desk, turning around to give a glare to a curly haired brunette who looks like she’s dressed for yoga class.She glares back like I’m the one with the problem, but she should keep her damn mouth shut.
This earns me another “look” from Fallon.
The way he teaches does it for me too, though.I like the way he paces a little because it seems to help him think.And the way he smiles when he calls on a student and they’re telling him what he wants to hear.Especially the way he sharply reminds someone in the back row that he won’t confiscate their phone, but he will be sure to add more test questions into the lecture if people can’t manage to give him the courtesy of their full attention.
The courtesy of their full attention.Are you fucking kidding me?
My Fallon let me jerk him off right in the entry of his house with the front door open.Here, he has power over everyone in this room, even me.It’s also clear that he loves teaching and he’s good at it.
Also, what would it take to get Teacher Fallon to come out in the bedroom sometime?
“…we’ll focus on not only the theme of the story but the historical context of Hester’s…”
When he pushes his rolled sleeves up to his elbow, I lose the plot entirely.
