Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1 (3 page)

The next morning brought more questions than the night before. MJ kept going back to the conversation she had with Trish when the other girls had gone home. It was less of a surprise thinking that Trish was having an affair with…

No, just fucking…

… the pool guy. She should have known. Dave was gone all the time and Trish was not the ‘sit at home and pine’ type of girl. But there wasn’t a chance MJ would go down the path of infidelity as long as there was hope for her relationship with Dalton.

It was interesting to think that one of her closest friends was in a ‘friends with benefits’ situation and with such a young guy. MJ had to admit that the thought of hot satisfying sex with the pool boy was intriguing. She smiled thinking of the matter of fact way Trish explained it.

Well, good for her anyway…

It was a slow start to the morning, there was a slight pounding in her head, a reminder of the margaritas from the night before. She took some aspirin before stepping in the shower. The headache relief and the warm water did their job and by late morning she was back to her old self.

After lunch MJ called a cab in order for her to collect her car. She, like the others, had left their cars in the parking lot of El Toro’s. It was a quick trip and she wanted to get back home before the lunch crowd was out and about.

With another day to herself, thoughts of Dalton, their relationship troubles and her loneliness, cre
pt in. These are the times she worries the most. When there is nothing else to concentrate on and nothing to look forward to. The charity drive always helps but that too is over now.

MJ remembered the book Ella had recommended and went to retrieve it. The days had been filled with books lately. It was the easiest escape she had and the afternoon would be no different. There was an exception however, this book was erotic. MJ hadn’t considered erotic fiction before but if Ella recommended it, she had to give it a try.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and settled into an over-stuffed chair in the living area. The cover didn’t give much away. There was an indication of a romance but nothing else that would have signaled MJ to purchase the book. Curiosity drove her to begin to read and she wasn’t disappointed.

The story line was about a female professor who taught Introduction to English Literature.  Many of her students struggled to read and retain the required materials and were failing her class. As it was a requirement for most of the studies on campus the failing students would ask for assistance.

The professor took a greater interest in the male scholarship athletes. These young men were more interested in playing football than passing a prerequisite English course. When additional tutoring didn’t work to get the grades up, they would often beg her for a passing grade and therefore keep their scholarships.

The professor was willing to ‘work’ with the young lads, but they had to submit to private lessons at her home. What she had in store for them was very different than what they expected. MJ liked the control the female lead character took over the young men that came to visit. She enjoyed the position of power the professor held over them and the way she demoralized these collegiate football stars. More than that, she enjoyed the way they all submitted willingly to get the grades they needed.

MJ read the passage:

Opening the door she welcomed Adam into her home. He was a cocky little bastard, the new stud receiver on the football team. The coaches raved about his speed and quickness. She would see about that and give him an opportunity to become a bit more humble at the same time.

“Come in and have a seat. So let me make sure I understand what you’re asking me. You stated in my office that you would be willing to do anything to get a passing grade in my class. Is that correct?” She waited.

“
Yes ma’am, anything.” He pleaded, “If I don’t pass your class I’ll lose my scholarship. If that happens my dad will kill me. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”

She smiled as she studied him. He had lost some of his cockiness. There may be hope for this one yet. “Fine, just do as I say and we’ll get that grade to a passing standard. I see you’ve brought your books, set them on the table and strip down to your underwear.”

Stunned, Adam’s mouth fell open, “Excuse me?” he stammered.

“
You heard me you arrogant little shit, put the books on the table and strip down to your shorts”, she demanded. Her face remained placid; there was no hint of humor.

Still in shock he began to protest, “But I thought we were going to study. I’m not sure…”

The professor interrupted, “You have an easy choice to make here, Mr. Carlson, do as I say and possibly get a passing grade or argue with me; in which case I will certainly fail your miserable little ass. The choice is yours, strip or get out. I’m a busy woman and I have no time for your indecision.”

Slowly, as if in a trance, the young man stood and placed his text books on the table. He turned to face his professor and began to undress. When he was standing only in his boxer shorts did the professor move. She could sense his nervousness and she liked him being uncomfortable. She circled him appraising his athletic body.

The female character began to take over her world, with the erotic scene that unfolded before her with the two characters called to her. The words and actions pulled MJ along and made her hurriedly turn the pages. Her eyes hungrily read. Each word made her want to go to the next. For a while, the book allowed her to escape from her problems, and go into a world that seemed as if it had been written just for her. She loved how the professor showed power and control over the male student.

“
Well done. As you can see, we will be concentrating on a different type of lesson when you are here. You will not speak to anyone about these ‘sessions’, you will be on time, you will do as you are told, and most importantly, you will be respectful. Do you understand?” she waited behind him for the answer.

“
Yeah, sure, okay”

The sound of the crop rang through the room. She hit him across both ass cheeks and as he cried out in pain she said, “By being respectful, you will address me only as Ma’am or Mistress. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do” he yelped and another lash of the crop connected with his ass. “Yes, Mistress!” He practically screamed the response.

She smiled broadly as his training was about to begin. She circled her prey once more and when satisfied that she had his full attention she issued her next command. “Drop the boxers and let me see the damage.” Without a word or hesitation Adam stripped off his underwear and tossed them onto the pile of his other clothing. He stood before
her naked and waited. “Oh, that’s not so bad.” she said from behind him. Two bright crimson lash marks shown on his milky ass.

He was tall and muscular just as she suspected. His body was sculpted like a well exercised athlete, the body type she enjoyed most. It would be a pleasure for her to break this young buck. Reaching around from his right side the professor playfully tapped the riding crop against his exposed balls. He flinched excepting the same pain she had doled out on his back side. She grinned at his reaction.

Her panties grew wet with arousal when she pictured the sexual scene unfolding in her mind. She wanted to be there in the sense having control over her lover. She wanted that type of control over Dalton, she wanted his submission. Her legs wiggled and clenched together, trying to relieve her of the tension that was slowly building in the pit of her stomach and between her legs.

Before long she was biting her lip and her hands held onto the book tighter, trying to resist the urge to touch herself for as long as she could. It was a game she liked to play; to see how long she could go before the need to touch herself overpowered everything. The erotic scene only succeeded in making her grow wetter and soon she was an hour into
the book. Her need to pleasure herself had grown to levels that she could no longer easily ignore.

“
So, now we understand each other; you need a passing grade and I have the power to provide such a thing. Is this how you see it Mr. Carlson?” She was again circling his naked body taking in every inch of him.

“
Yes, Ma’am.” His response was quick.

The professor went on, “Over the years I have been asked to ‘give’ passing grades to scholarship athletes so that they can go out onto the field or the court and perform heroic acts of sportsmanship. I felt this was an unfair practice to the other students who worked hard for their grades. So now when asked, I feel it is my duty to teach you something even if it’s not English Literature.”

She stopped while facing her new toy and cupped his genitals in her left hand while firmly tapping the crop on the top of his cock with her right. Each tap caused Adam to flinch but he did not attempt to pull away. “Since we understand each other, I will give you what you
need
as long as you continue to give me what I
want
.” She brought the crop down harder with the final word and continued. “I have scant time in my schedule for men. Teaching you ignorant ingrates leaves me precious little free time. I see it as a fair trade to get what I want out of the deal. So from this point forward you will be on a twice weekly schedule. You will report to me and beg to earn a passing grade. I will make certain that it does not interfere with your team practices or studies. The better you perform the more likely you will get a higher grade.” She stroked his cock with her left hand and felt him begin to harden. They both knew that he could easily overpower her but she would not allow it to happen. “Are we clear, Mr. Carlson?”

“
Yes, Mistress”, was his only response.

“
Good”, she smiled and released him. His swelling cock bounced free from her hand. She sensed that he wanted more, and she would give it to him. “Move to the table, bend over and hold on to the edge.” He did as instructed leaving him bent and exposed starring down at his text books. She went on, “You are now my bitch, Mr. Carlson”. She firmly swatted his ass on the word ‘bitch’. “You will hold onto that table until told to do otherwise. Do you understand?” Another swat…

“
Yes, Mistress”, he said again.

“
You will learn to be obedient and humble, to comply and to serve.” The professor reigned down lash after lash across his bare ass cheeks. “These lessons will be of great value to you as you grow up and work in a civilized society.” She could hear him begin to cry out with each successive slap of the crop. “As you have not learned these lessons up to this point, I will have to give you the crash course in one semester.” His ass was on fire and bright red but he remained bent over and unmoving. With a final crack of the leather, she stopped.

She removed her jeans
, but continued to resist the urge to touch herself. Allowing the tension and longing to build, she sat on the couch in only a t-shirt and panties imagining the professor and her new boy toy. She continued to read, and in her mind’s eye she was there with Dalton. He was willingly submitting to her desires. When the professor looked down at Adam, MJ saw Dalton looking back…

The professor stood back and admired her work. She was excited and wetness was soaking her panties. Approaching him from the rear she patted his reddened ass cheeks. Adam moaned at her touch. Her fingers traced down the crack of his ass, between his legs and cupped his heavy balls. He was fully erect and she took this to be a good sign, he would yield to her every whim.

Leaving him bent over the table the professor moved to a sofa directly behind her student. She removed her clothes and took a seat on the couch. When she was completely comfortable she instructed Adam. “Stand and turn around.” He complied immediately giving her a full view of his erection. He made no move to conceal his cock; it was hers to do with as she pleased. “Come here and kneel in front of me.” He took his place, his eyes took her in but he did not touch, he only waited for his next instruction. “Do you know how to please a woman with that mouth of yours?”

“
I think so”, he said in a trance.

She struck him hard and swiftly with the crop across his right nipple. He held his breast as he again yelped in both pain and surprise. “Have you forgotten yourself already you little bitch?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress”, his head hung in shame realizing his mistake.

Blood rushed to her center making it pulse with need and beg to be touched. The scent of her arousal became noticeable
in the air and added to the moment. Soon, her hand started to inch toward the waistband of her panties and push forth underneath. Her willpower vanished as her fingers moved over her slick folds and slowly began rubbing the area directly above her clit. They pushed and pulled at the folds, sending bursts of pleasure through the little bundle of nerves. She ran two fingers up and down her slick and swollen outer folds. It had been too long since just her hand had worked to take her to ecstasy. She had forgotten how satisfying it could be. Her head fell back against the couch and her eyes closed for a moment before she began to read once more.

“
So, you think you know how to pleasure a woman? The proper way to eat her pussy? We’ll see about that. This will be the start, but I’m certain you have much to learn. Come here to me and lick me. Don’t use your fingers, only your tongue and lips. Take your time and remember it’s your grade that you’re about to earn”