Hey everyone, sorry for the delay. Lot of stuff happening but I still can't let go of these two. The next chapter won't take so long, I promise. This is taking off almost right where we left off in Pt. 2 after their little moment from the porch. This is the morning after and a retelling of the evening from Miss D.'s perspective. Don't forget to comment!
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Chapter 4
The warmth of the soft weight on top of me slowly awakened me. Basking in the simple bliss I felt in that moment, I took my time to open up my eyes. Faith had wrapped herself around me like a cobra, her long limbs everywhere, snoring softly. I shifted myself slowly to free my hands but I had no wish of waking her up or sliding out of her embrace.
I couldn't remember the last time I had woken up like this. In the arms of a beautiful woman, yet with no desire of escaping. No thought of running. That wasn't my M.O. Well.. I did run last week. Not far away enough obviously.
Faith shifted uncomfortably in her sleep, bringing me back to the present moment. My hands had started to wander across her body, idly exploring her curves, and had inadvertently pressed against the small welts on her ass. As I retreated my hands to her lower back, her arms tightened against my neck and her leg soon followed around my hips.
Had I been too rough with her yesterday? The relaxing fog I was swimming in was dissipating. Last night I had not been able to resist indulging in all the fantasies I tortured myself with over the week at the conference in Cali. I had purposefully not contacted her, trying to convince myself that this visceral need I felt was purely physical.
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And then yesterday happened.
I would have fucked her right there on the back porch, but once I started, I didn't plan on stopping, not even to relocate. As soon as my legs stopped shaking from my first orgasm as she watched, her face, inches away, I led her to my bedroom.
She walked in and leaned against one of the bed's posts. "I really like your room, Ms. D. I meant to tell you but I think this is the first time we're in here together. Well, me being conscious really." Her rambling, signifying her nervousness made me chuckle. I approached her against the post and slid one hand in her hair, my other one grabbing her hip.
Her soft sigh right before our kiss made my knees buckle. Why did my body react so violently at the slightest move from her? I was slightly enraged at the power she seemed to have over me. It was too late for me to stop now. As soon as our lips joined, here, in my room, her naked body against mine, inches from my bed, her eyes half-shut, willful, so ready, I would not be able to resist taking her. In the most complete way possible. The desire I felt in that moment was almost animal. And when she pressed herself closer to me, her tongue darting inside my mouth, daring, it was like a dam burst.
My hand in her hair tightened instinctively and I bit down on her lip, hard enough to cause her to jolt, yet I felt her nipples harden instantly against the soft fabric of my dress. That's what was so intoxicatingly sexy about her. She danced around my rough edges and constantly dared me to take the plunge with her. Her body drafted me as a reluctant accomplice, responding to my ministrations in the most wanton way. The natural way she called out to my darker side made me want to take her further, and further from whatever was proper, gentle, customary to the more painful, hypnotic, addictive corners of desire and trust.
Pushing her against my bed, she fell with a small laugh. Settling on top of her, I covered her face with kisses as I brought her arms over her head. There, I held them with one hand, as I kissed her again allowed my free hand to explore her body. Soon, her moans grew in pitch, and she wrapped her legs around my back.
So many different versions of this moment had danced around my head as I had forced myself to not reach out to her for the past week. I had sent her right into the hands of the nearest cute girl. I had to be honest about exactly what I wanted from her, before I missed out on the most intense experiences I've had for quite a while. But first, her punishment.
- "Do you trust me?" I asked her, nibbling at her ear, my breath teasing her.
- "Yes, completely," she replied, with no hesitation. Ugh.. why didn't she resist? Give me one reason to save myself and not get lost in the whirlwind of lust this side of me demanded.
- "Hmm.. always the good little slut, huh?"
- "For you," her shy reply came. Good. At least she was learning.
- "Not always, huh? We still have to do something about that." As I whispered in her ear, my fingers stopped tracing circles around her nipple and caught it, pressing. I felt the small cry she emitted deep inside me. Her eyes opened and met mine. I pressed harder. "I'm going to punish you for coming for someone else last night. Do you understand?"
- "I'm sorry. Yes. I understand."
- "Fuck." I said. "Why?"
- "What do you mean?" she replied.
- "Your professor just asked you if you understood that she was going to bend you over her bed and spank you. Until I decide to stop. Then, I'm going to fuck you. Again. And again. And again. Until I've had my fill. For today. Why are you still here? Why are you not storming out?"
She looked at me, with a strange smirk on her face. Pushing against me, she reversed our positions and straddled me. She kept her eyes fixed on mine until she lowered her lips against mine, kissing me so softly, it was almost like a dream. My toes curled. Lowering herself further, she whispered in my ear,
- "I want it all. Everything you have for me. I want the adventure. I want the pain. Fucking god I want the pleasure. Teach me to please you, professor." The kiss that followed came with everything I've wanted to tell her since that first day she walked into my office. I wanted her. I was determined to have her. For how long, I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. She wanted the heat, but it never came without the fire.