The Good Student (10 page)

"Have a seat," he said as he flicked on a few soft lights. The counter light in his kitchenette and a floor lamp in the living room. Everything was blacks and browns, a masculine retreat not unlike his office. It didn't feel sterile though, but inviting and lived in.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Three years." He tossed his keys on the counter and opened the refrigerator. She wondered how he could have lived here for three years when he'd been divorced only two. Should she ask? "Things went south long before my divorce."

Again, he seemed to read her thoughts. "That's too bad." She sat on the chocolate-colored leather sofa, the cushions soft and comfortable.

He joined her a few minutes later, carrying two glasses of red wine. She took the one he offered and brought it to her lips. It was sweet, tasting of berries.

Hayden smiled. "Non-alcoholic. Hope you don't mind."

She shook her head, but didn't tell him she didn't drink. If anything she needed to appear more mature, not childish. The years between their ages had to be played down, not highlighted. She knew he had issues being older than her, but needed to prove to him that love could conquer all. It was his age, his humor and wisdom, that first attracted her to him. The fact she also thought he was the sexiest man alive was the icing on the cake.

He set his drink on the black lacquer coffee table and leaned closer. Her heart rate picked up. "I wanted to set some things straight as I'm sure you've heard rumors about my divorce."

"No, not really." Nothing beyond what Cynthia had told her, but she'd just transferred to the university.

"Well, I was married for fifteen years. I can't remember a time things were happy, but I stuck with it out of commitment to my wife. We were incompatible in every way, but I was too young and blind to see that when we got together. She had a growing issue with drinking, I had my issues in the bedroom. It was destined to failure from the beginning."

"Fifteen years is a long time."

"I guess everything happens for a reason, even if we don't accept it at the time." He played with hair, running it between his fingers. "What did you straighten your hair?"

"I thought you'd like it."

"I love your curls. You shouldn't have to change anything for me, Kaya. You're here because I want
you
."

She swallowed hard, suddenly obsessed with seeing what Hayden looked like with his shirt and tie off. "There's not much to tell about me. Sometimes I'm ashamed with just how empty my life is."

"Then I'll be sure to change that." He trailed his fingers lower until he slid two just under the neckline of her dress. "You're a special girl, Kaya—intelligent and sweet. I want to show you everything, the culture in this city, restaurants, museums...and many more things." His last words carried an erotic edge, his words trailing off. He slid the strap of her black dress down her arm and leaned over to kiss her shoulder.

"What other
things?"
she coaxed. Her stomach fluttered with need. The subtle scent of his cologne tantalized her senses.

"Things...Adult things." He kissed down her arm, his hand on her hip tugging her closer. When he lowered her dress over her bare breasts, he covered an areola with his hot, wet mouth. As he drew in her sensitive nipple, she dropped her head back and let out a sigh. "I think you're a little young for me to show you some of those things," he murmured.

"Or you're too old to handle me. I can go all night and my body can take anything you subject me to," she teased. They were both beyond turning back now. Their words were just a game, foreplay for whatever else was to come.

"You may regret saying that, sweetheart. I plan to show you things you've never experienced." Things his wife refused him in the bedroom? She wanted to be everything he needed and wanted.

He slipped his hand between her legs, under her dress. She had no panties on, her folds swollen and ready for more.

"Like?"

"Open your legs wider," he said in his teacher voice. She had to breathe through her mouth like a fish out of water. How long could she play when she wanted him naked and on top of her? He impaled two fingers unexpectedly into her cunt, his thumb teasing her bundle of nerves. "That's a good girl. Tonight I want to teach you how to obey, how to submit to me."

"I don't understand," she said.

"I want you, Kaya, not just for sex, not just for one night. But I won't make the same mistakes I did in the past. If we're to make a relationship work, we have to be compatible in every way." He punctuated his sentence by thrusting his fingers into her pussy, finger-fucking her. She melted into the sofa, her legs limply falling to the sides, free for his invasion. Kaya loved hearing the word "relationship" on his lips. She'd do anything to show him just

how beautiful one could be between them. Nothing about him repulsed her, and his kinky side only made her hotter, more eager to spend her life with Hayden.

"What will you do to me?" She gasped as he thrust again.

"I'd love to tie you to my bed, strip you naked, and pleasure your beautiful body until you're begging me to fuck you. I want to play with you, teach you every wicked thing I know."

She began to squeeze her own breasts without even realizing it. Kaya wanted it dirty, wanted to try new and wild things with a man she loved and respected.

"Yes," she muttered, her eyes closed.

"Such a good student." He kissed her temple, pulling free from her body. Hayden stood up in front of the sofa. She closed her legs and pulled up her dress to cover her breasts. The way he looked down at her melted her from the inside out, liquid heat coating her folds. Hayden loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. She'd imagined his body in her dreams but never expected it to be so ripped. He had six-pack abs and defined pecs. He must spend half his free time in the gym. She wanted to lick that happy trail of hair all the way down to the cock she'd already met.

She sat up straight, unbuckling him. He didn't tell her to stop. Hayden carefully set his shirt and tie on the arm on the sofa, so representative of him. It was just like when he'd hang his suit jacket on the back of his chair in philosophy class. Now he was all hers.

Kaya gazed up at all this hard, tanned skin and couldn't wait to take his cock in her mouth. She wanted to please him, be worthy of his affection. Her inhibitions flitted away when she was with him. She wasn't herself, but then again, maybe she was more herself than she realized. Most of her life she'd remained a shell of a woman, insecure, and hiding the real her.

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

"Not yet." She tugged his pants down his slim hips and freed his cock from his boxer briefs. When they'd been in the car she couldn't see him well. But with the warm lamp light providing illumination, she could make out every detail of his beautiful erection. The veins and ridges were prominent, the color darker than the rest of his body. She knew she wanted to take him in her mouth but didn't want to make a fool of herself either. Hayden was older and more experienced.

She instinctively reached up and lightly held the rigid cock. It was hard as wood, but silky and warm. Her curiosity soared.

"You drive me crazy, Kaya." When he caressed her hair she was encouraged to continue. She tentatively licked the broad head, and then she opened wide, taking as much of his length as she could manage without gagging. "Mine," he groaned. His hands tightened in her hair as she continued fucking his cock with her mouth. He had a taste unique to him, earthy and delicious.

Kaya had her eyes closed, lost in the act. She supported herself on his strong thighs. When he'd tug her hair, it made her pussy pulse stronger. But he suddenly pulled her back, leaving her breathless. Had she done something wrong?

"Did I hurt you?"

"God, no. You're perfect." He kicked off his pants, not bothering to fold them. "And you're mine." Hayden pulled her to her feet and them scooped her up into his arms. He wasn't an overly

big man, but he was strong, easily carrying her out of the room.

He kicked open a door at the other end of the condo. This room was dark, heavy curtains blocking out the city lights. Only the faint glow from the living room allowed her to see.

Hayden laid her on a king-sized bed with a lush satin comforter. It felt cool against her arms and legs.

"Remember what I told you? About wanting to restrain you?"

She nodded. It would mean giving up all power, becoming vulnerable to this one man. Did she trust him enough? If she had to choose one man besides her father that she trusted over all others, it would be Mr. Taylor. He was an honorable professor with a respectable character. The way he spoke and looked at her made Kaya ready and willing to submit.

He slipped the straps of her dress down her arms as slow as melting chocolate. Then he worked the material down her curves until off completely. She propped herself up on her elbows, feeling so exposed with her breasts bare and only her thin lace undies covering her. It was titillating. He looked hungry as he stared, his eyes raking over her body. "Beautiful," he whispered. "I still can't believe you want to be here with me."

"Of course I do." She reached her hand out to him, but he just winked and opened a drawer in the low dresser against the wall. He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs and let them dangle on one finger for her inspection. "Handcuffs?"

"All the better to restrain you with." He was playing with her, reminding her of how he behaved in class. But this was anything but innocent. He raised his arms above his head to show her what to do. She complied. When he crawled over her body, his broad shoulders and muscled frame were a delicious temptation, but she held her arms straight up as he wanted.

"I thought you liked me being your good girl."

"Even good girls need a little naughty in them." He hoisted her higher and secured her wrists to the headboard slats. She tested her binds, but she wasn't going anywhere until he wanted her to.

She watched his movements, wondering what he'd do next.

He slipped off the bed and ran his fingers down the length of her body, hooking his thumb in the string of her panties. When he inched the material off, leaving her nude, she held her legs tightly together.

"You'll have to learn not to be shy with me, Kaya. I'll never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good."

She tried to loosen her muscles, relaxing her thighs, but it was difficult.

He braced one knee on the bed, spreading her legs wide. It was the oddest feeling to not be able to move or pull away. She was bound and had to endure whatever he decided to subject her to.

"What's good for the goose and all that, right? I'm trying not to be too selfish." He bent down, his head lowering towards her pussy. She felt his hot breath against her moist, sensitive folds. She instinctively bucked up, but quickly lowered her hips. This would be another new experience for her. She began to wonder just how skilled the great quarterback, Eric, was. They'd done nothing but missionary sex. She could have planned her grocery list in her head while he pumped into her for a few minutes. But Mr. Taylor demanded her full attention. He wasn't a selfish over, and brought her to peaks she didn't know existed.

"You're not going to..."

He ignored her, his tongue swiping up her folds making her shudder. It was such a vivid, raw sensation. She wanted more.

"Never had your pussy eaten, either? It's a shame, but I can't say I'm disappointed. I love being the one to teach you these things."

He began to suckle her clit, fucking her with his tongue and feasting on her. She writhed on the bed, twisting and arching, but he held her down and continued the sweet torture.

"Hayden!" The heat built up inside her until it was unbearable. He'd stop just long enough that she couldn't peak. She wanted to feel the release wash through her, but he was cruel, making her wait.

He crawled up her body, his cock rubbing against her clit as he nuzzled behind her ear. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but couldn't move her arms. He groaned, travelling down to her breasts. When he indulged on her beaded nipples it was too much. "Fuck me, Mr. Taylor!"

"Mr. Taylor? If you want to role play, I can arrange that."

He flipped her around so fast she gasped. Both his hands kneaded her ass, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. He straddled her so she couldn't move her legs. "I think I know why you like dating a teacher."

"Oh?"

"You crave discipline, punishment, control."

"Not even close." She wanted love, security, commitment. But maybe there was something to be said about his position at the university. The taboo nature of their relationship did turn her on. Picturing him teaching in front of the class, the students laughing at his jokes, girls flirting, and boys fearing. God, she wanted him so badly.

"We'll see."

Chapter Eleven

Hayden warmed Kaya's cute little ass with his palms. Her skin was smooth, unmarred by life. The further they took things the more he knew she had to be his. Maybe it was her age or innocence, but his desire to coddle her, protect her, grew strong within him. He wanted to teach her everything, mold her into his perfect mate.

He couldn't wait to brand her ass with his hand, to see it red from his ministrations. Tonight he'd hold off as long as possible, wanting the night to last forever. He'd already come once in the car, but he was already hard and raring to go again. Would he ever have his fill of the petite, little blonde? He doubted it.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Her ass jiggled a bit, the solid, meaty sound filling his room. Even with the minimal lighting, he could see the faint outline of his hand print on her pale rear end.

"What are you doing?" she yelled.

"Spanking my bad girl. Teaching her what happens when she's disobedient with her teacher."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"But I finished my assignment early," she said, playing along. "I do everything you ask, even suck your cock."