Reagan's Education

[sereneotter00]

She kept her head still, looking up at the professor with her inquisitive eyes. She didn’t start bobbing her head nor licking around the tip - nothing, just the warmth of her mouth around his head. She took in his words, particularly “quite pleasing”. She could please alright.

She could do other things too.

Reagan let his length out of her mouth and got up without a second look, grabbing her scattered clothes and slipping them on casually. “I assume you’ll be sending me my new schedule via email, Professor Batard?” she asked as she buttoned up her blouse, her undergarments, and other items besides her blaze quickly set in place.

She kept a tone that could fool anyone into thinking she hadn’t just had her new employer in her mouth. “I’m sure you’ll find a new way to punish me later, but I do have to go study,” she sighed, slipping her blazer on and pushing any loose strands of hair back before turning back to the professor. “It’s useless to fight for my scholarship if I let my grades slip, don’t you agree?”

 

[cgraven]

Reagan let his length out of her mouth and got up without a second look, grabbing her scattered clothes and slipping them on casually. “I assume you’ll be sending me my new schedule via email, Professor Batard?” she asked as she buttoned up her blouse, her undergarments, and other items besides her blaze quickly set in place.

Professor Batard gave an exasperated grown night sure if Reagan was serious or not. He said nothing as the young coed dressed.

She kept a tone that could fool anyone into thinking she hadn’t just had her new employer in her mouth. “I’m sure you’ll find a new way to punish me later, but I do have to go study,” she sighed, slipping her blazer on and pushing any loose strands of hair back before turning back to the professor. “It’s useless to fight for my scholarship if I let my grades slip, don’t you agree?”

“Mademoiselle Taylor what do you think you are doing? You asked me to fuck you.” His voice was strained his eyes held hers in a captive gaze. “Mademoiselle are you just a tease?” He crossed his arms across his chest. “I will give you till the count of three to remove your clothing, to strip or you will not have to study or your scholarship.” Batard paused for a moment. “Mademoiselle have you heard that I have been appointed as the head of the department?

Jean Batard’s tone told Reagan that it would be fool hearty for her to test his patience.

“ONE………TWO……..”

 

[sereneotter00]

Maybe it was fool hearty, but she couldn’t help it. She finished buttoning her blazer and shook off any specks of dust that had clung to the black material.

She still wanted the professor. Naturally, she still wanted her position, but she wasn’t loving how easy it was for him to get what he wanted. She did still have that inkling of dignity, and if it manifested in making him wait until the next time they saw each other, then so be it. If anything, the anticipation made it hotter for her… and gave her time to think.

She unlocked the door she had previously shut and gave the professor a tiny smile over her shoulder, exiting the room and shutting the door behind her. Could she have made it worse? Maybe, but only later would tell. Right now, she had to get her footing and hit the books.

 

[cgraven]

Batard decide if she wished to leave, to play the tease then so be it. Later that evening he took the raw footage from Reagan’s time in his office to edit that raw footage so it showed locking the office door, her slow striptease when she final gave in, and finally, naked, undoing his trousers and taking his cock into her mouth. He knew a little insurance never was a bad idea especially if Reagan turned out to be nothing but a tease and a scheming young lady.

Professor Batard sent Ragan Taylor her schedule as his personal assistant. It called for Reagan to attend to him for several hours. They were arranged around Reagan’s classes. It also called for Reagan to live in the department heads residence as he would often have evening meetings that might last late with University business. Batard wanted this little hellcat close at hand.

 

[sereneotter00]

Reagan’s first scan of the email after a long night of studying caught her in a bad mood. She was perfectly fine in her one-bedroom apartment, much more now that she had the professor as a resource and could continue her side gig with more relaxation. A priority to find out who had told him about her secret had sprouted in between all her other concerns. She had yet to put her theories to paper, but she knew better than to expect the professor to do her bidding.

Maybe she needed to analyze him better.

She had been asked on a date by a young man who had asked for her number time ago for that same evening, and even though the day had been stressful (not to mention the disfavorable information she had read in the email), she probably needed the distraction. His frat brothers from the public university thirty minutes away were throwing a party.

It was the perfect excuse to pull out the flashy ensembles she very rarely wore. The likeliness of her classmates being there was low, so why not take the new red mini-dress she had been saving? She took her time getting dressed but slid her thong off when she was on the last touches. The idea of teasing the professor suddenly popped into Reagan’s mind. She sat on her bed, in front of her full-length mirror, spread her legs, and took a sultry photo. Using a throwaway email account, she sent the picture to the professor.

 

[cgraven]

Professor Jean Batard had thought she might be the one. The way she had responded to the chastisement of her spanking. The way the undoubtable fragrance of her arousal had filled his nostril. And when she had said Please Fuck Me he was sure that Reagan Taylor was the girl he had been looking for, for so long. Yet the way she left his office had confused him and hurt his pride.

When Ragan Taylor arrived for her first day at work the Professor Batard was aloof. He had little to say to the young coed that was not work related. His manner when he did interact with her was crisp, and officious.

It was late afternoon when Batard came to Reagan. “Mademoiselle Taylor I have several appointments later this afternoon and evening. I’ll need you to stay.”

It was a little past 9pm when the last of his appointments left, and that was the dean of Smith.” Reagan I trust you found your room comfortable.” His voice had softened.

Jean Batard had forgotten that his was America and New England to boot, it was not France. In France, a sexual liaison with a young coed would have not raised an eyebrow. That and the fact that he had acted like a petulant child. He softly knocked and Reagan’s door not wanting to disturb her studies. This was a difficult mission he was on to apologize to Reagan for his Brodish behavior and his wounded pride.

 

[sereneotter00]

From her desk, Reagan bookmarked her textbook at the sound of a knock at her door. Any of her friends already knew not to disturb her during the week, so she was more than a bit concerned that someone was here at this hour. She figured it was a random guy one of her classmates might’ve hooked up with looking for his way out or maybe a lost food delivery employee. Whatever the reason, she wouldn’t be able to focus until they were gone.

Dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top that hid her braless chest, she slid on her slippers and hurried to the door, elevating carefully on her tippy toes to see through her door’s peephole. She let out a small gasp at the sight of the man on the other side and quickly opened the door.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Reagan hissed immediately, grabbing the man’s wrist and pulling him in sharply. She rapidly looked into the hallway and locked the door behind her, turning fully to the professor with her arms crossed. “Do you have any idea what it would look like if someone saw you here?!”

 

[cgraven]

From her desk, Reagan bookmarked her textbook at the sound of a knock at her door. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top that hid her braless chest, she slid on her slippers and hurried to the door, elevating carefully on her tippy toes to see through her door’s peephole. She let out a small gasp at the sight of the man on the other side and quickly opened the door.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Reagan hissed immediately, grabbing the man’s wrist, and pulling him in sharply. “Do you have any idea what it would look like if someone saw you here?!”

All professor Batard could do was to stand there like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing yet no words came out. Jean Batard then turned his head and coughed once or twice.

“Reagan I wanted no needed to apologize for my treatment of you. Even though I have been in America for the last seven years, I forgot that this is not France, and things are very different here than in France where and older man and a younger woman in a sexual relationship would not raise an eyebrow. Reagan I thought I was meeting a need in you, apparently I was wrong.”

It was clear that Professor Batard wanted to say more, yet he hesitated. He looked Ragan directly in the eye and threw caution to the wind. “The way your interview ended left me confused and hurt. I had thought you were enjoying yourself. When you left so abruptly, I acted more like a petulant school boy than a man of the world. I am sorry Reagan.

Professor Jean Batard turned to go when he suddenly realized it was 11 o’clock. “Reagan ………..” For the second time the professor was speechless.

 

[sereneotter00]

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Do you seriously think the problem I had was with an age gap? Professor, you’re hardly the oldest man who has made a move on me.”

Reagan’s crossed arms tightened with frustration. “Do you know how awful it feels to have had to basically gotten nude for a job five minutes into knowing you? I mean, one thing was being turned on at the moment, but going home and realizing what that made me look like? If you had gotten to know me before then it could’ve escalated better and I’d probably be on my knees right now instead of talking. Instead, you went for the deep dive.”

She knew she had some fault in enjoying it, but it didn’t take away how bad she felt in the aftermath. It wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Sexually, she was happy to have a submissive approach. Professionally, she felt less of herself.

 

[cgraven]

Batard steeled himself, Reagan had shown she was a very passionate young lady. Reagan furrowed her eyebrows. “Do you seriously think the problem I had was with an age gap? Professor, you’re hardly the oldest man who has made a move on me.”

Reagan’s crossed arms tightened with frustration. “Do you know how awful it feels to have had to basically gotten nude for a job five minutes into knowing you? I mean, one thing was being turned on at the moment, but going home and realizing what that made me look like? If you had gotten to know me before then it could’ve escalated better and I’d probably be on my knees right now instead of talking. Instead, you went for the deep dive.”

A little glimmer of hope began to grow in Batard, so she had been aroused, and even now Reagan had said if he had gotten to know her then she would be on her knees in front of him now. Jean knew to argue with this gorgeous firry and passionate young coed would not get him, Reagan, or where he wanted to go.

“Reagan I am sorry I was a cad.” His hand now on the door knob he halted. “Do you want to check the hall first to make sure there are no prying eyes?”

He could see that he had to play the long game to win the prize, Reagan. Their working relationship would take on a very proper aspect. He would let her own passionate nature bring Reagan to him. He would look for hints that Reagan’s attitude was softening to him.

 

[sereneotter00]

“No, leave it locked,” Reagan spoke, weighing her options. She knew those who lived around her would likely be coming home at this time, but she also remembered how she had felt the last time she was alone with the professor.

Knowing she had some… security with her newfound position and encounter with Batard, she had been able to breathe a little easier. Then again, her new gig and her assignments - not to mention the continuation of her side hustle - were cutting down on her already slim social life. Her last date had been a huge bust.

Maybe she’d hate herself in the morning, but right now the professor was still in the privacy of her home. Reagan took one last sigh of reassurance before looking firmly at him and lowering her shorts. “I expect better behavior, but right now I want you to bend me over my sofa.”

 

[cgraven]

“No, leave it locked,”

There was something about the way Reagan spoke, that it showed she was weighing her options. The young dark haired beauty took a deep steadying breath. Reagan took one last sigh of reassurance before looking firmly at him, as she slid her shorts down her shapely legs.

“I expect better behavior, but right now I want you to bend me over my sofa.”

Jean Batard once more was surprised by this passionate young beauty. The very fact that Reagan wanted to be bent over her sofa, had he been right. The professor did as Reagan had asked and he bent her over the sofa. His hand griped her neck and Batard steadied her and himself. He let his hand sensually caress Reagan’s heart shaped naked ass.

“And what do you want Reagan?”

“CRACK” Reagan’s firm little ass seductively jiggles, his fingers slip between her lily white thighs to coax her clit from its hooded hiding place.

“Is that what you wanted Reagan?”

The wisps of hairs at the nape of the young coed’s neck dance in his warm moist breath as he asks his question.

“Would you like another Reagan?”

This time he asked what her wishes were and yet there was still a strong sensual note to his voice.

 

[sereneotter00]

Reagan relished in the slaps, planning to dissect why she enjoyed being hit there later on. The proximity to her slit only made the experience better. Her chest moved forward with every hit. She brought her arms to the cushion before her, her fingers digging into the sofa the sharper.

She didn’t answer any of the first questions, too focused on the feeling on his hand against her. She wondered if it would leave a mark later on; she also wondered if she would look at it fondly or with the mixed feelings she had earlier.

For now, though, she knew exactly what she wanted. She turned to look at the professor over her shoulder, not moving from the position. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow.”

 

[cgraven]

The professor could see that Reagan relished the slaps, to her firm little ass. The proximity of her pussy only seemed to make the experience better. Her chest moved forward grating her nipples across the sofa’s rough material with every hit. She brought her arms to the cushion before her, her fingers digging into the sofa the sharper.

Reagan was definitely a type Alpha girl, so why did she get off at being spanked? Did she have a need to be mastered in this one area? If he were in France he would know the answer. But here in America It was all so confusing.

The professor was brought back to the present when Reagan turned to look at the him over her shoulder, not moving from her submissive position. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow.”

This time Batard held his tongue, not wishing a replay of their first sexual meeting. His hand came down like summer lightening, his hand print in scarlet blazed on the creamy white flesh of Reagan’s ass. The young coed heard the rasp of his trousers zipper. The head of his cock pressed against the coral pink folds of the young girl’s pussy. He rammed his cock into Reagan’s tight young pussy in two thrust his groin was pressed to Reagan’s ass. As he began to fuck the young coed hard and fast his hand came down on her ass with a loud “CRACK.” He used his hand like a jockey uses his riding crop to encourage his mount to greater efforts.

Reagan may not know why being spanked turned her on. Yet Professor Batard listened to the young coed and watched the signs that her gorgeous young body gave, how it reacted, and he was determined to meet all of her sexual needs. He would fuck this gorgeous young creature until she was spent and exhausted or he was.

 

[sereneotter00]

She was well aware that she had asked for the rough treatment, but she hadn’t expected him to feel so intense from the get-go. It wasn’t a complaint, which was obvious by the way her eyes rolled up at the delicious feeling of the professor filling her up. She should’ve foreseen the intensity, but his size was also such a pleasant surprise. Her hands dug harder into the furniture,

“Oh my God! Oh yes!” Reagan cried out, her hair waving back and forth with each thrust. The movements only made her breasts feel heavier, especially with only a loose tank top to support them. She depended on Batard’s grip on her and raised her torso enough to pull her shirt off and grab her tits, pinching her nipples to add to the satisfaction she was experiencing.

The walls of her pussy grabbed onto the professor, the undoubtful sensation of him stretching her out making her moans more vocal. Reagan had always been verbal when she had sex, but this was one of the few times she suspected that her neighbors might hear her getting pounded.

 

[cgraven]

Reagan’s eyes rolled up at the delicious feeling of the professor filling her up, yet his size was also such a pleasant surprise. Her hands dug harder into the furniture. “Oh my God! Oh yes!” Reagan cried out, her hair waving back and forth as she through back her head, and with each of his thrust into her tight young pussy.

The professor loved the feel of Reagan’s pussy and the way she clamped down on him as if she were trying to pull him ever deeper into her tight young pussy. She was wild, she raised her torso so she could rid herself of her tank top. Now naked Reagan's moans and gasps of pleasure grew ever louder as the professor drove her to ever higher levels of sexual ecstasy.

Reagan had asked him to use her hard, to fuck her so hard that she couldn’t walk tomorrow. And that is just what he did. She laid beneath the professor spent and exhausted, yet instead of simply pulling form her Batard enfolded Reagan into the security of his arms. He kissed the nape of her neck.

Yet as much as the professor met Reagan sexual needs, he found that she met his own dark needs. In his life he had met only three young woman that had fulfilled his needs. It seemed that Reagan, he hoped, would be the newest. This moved him to ask this firry, passionate beauty,

“More Reagan?”

He held out the promise of more, yet the decision was hers.

 

[sereneotter00]

Was she overdue for therapy? With only limiting it to sex, why did she enjoy being used or catering like this? Even if strictly physical, it felt nice to be able to let go of the reigns now and again. Not having to work her ass off, prove herself, or maintain herself. It wasn’t necesarily that she needed to be taken care of either - she had been quite self-sufficient most of her life - but those brief periods when all she wanted was to get plowed by another person felt like a break in her otherwise overwhelming life.

Boy, was she thankful she was on birth control. She finally tossed her tank top off onto the floor, her perky tits raising with the breaths she took thanks to Batard. It wasn’t enough just yet - she wanted him to fill every hole of hers with his cum and touch her as he owned her.

Reagan’s pride wouldn’t let her say it just yet, though. Instead, she looked over at the man, her walls flexing against his cock just at the sight of the man behind her. “Use me however you want, professor.”

 

[cgraven]

Batard had no doubts that Reagan was a very accomplished young lady. She was strong willed, independent, but in a way, she was also needy. He recognized that she had a strong submissive yearning. A yearning not to be pampered, nor to be always in control, but a need, at least in one aspect of her controlled young life, to submit to another, to not to be in charge, but free to just enjoy her dak passions.

Professor Jean Batard could see the clear signs of Reagan’s need to submit, but more to the point, in a way, her need to be forced to submit. He wondered if this vivacious young beauty could put her wants and desires into words when he had asked her, “More Reagan?”

Her gorgeous young body and soulful eyes told him it wasn’t enough yet - hersoulful eyes said she wanted him to fill every hole of hers with his cum.

Reagan was not French she was an American and as an American her Achillies’ heel was her pride. Reagan’s pride wouldn’t let her say just what she wanted, what she needed yet. Instead, the stunning young beauty looked over her shoulder at the Professor, her tight young pussy flexing against his cock, just at the sight of the man behind her. Reagan gasped, “Use me however you want, professor.”

“Come to me Reagan so I can screw you properly.” He waited for Reagan to press back onto his cock.

He knew his words were crude, but something in that look of hers, over her shoulder in its silence was more eloquent than any spoken words, she wanted him to touch her as if he owned her.

Batard was the Master of Reagan gorgeous young body he used her as he pleased. Over the long night he fucked her sweet tight young pussy, he had Reagan deep throat him to once more breathe life into his cock and then fucked her tight little derrière just as that pleading look of had so eloquently asked.

The stunning young beauty lay spent and exhausted in the Professor's arms, his body spooned to hers and his left leg draped possessively over her hip. His hot moist breath stirred the stray whips of hair at the nape of Reagan's neck. He had strived to give the young chestnut-haired beauty all that she longed for as her submission gave him what him what he needed in return.

 

[sereneotter00]

In the morning that followed, Reagan’s eyes were red, primarily from her lack of sleep. She was spent, but her mind had kept her awake on and off during the night, struggling to make any sense of her feelings but unable to remove herself from the professor’s arms.

When the sun made her way through her living room’s windows, she figured it was time. Carefully, in an attempt to not awaken her companion, she slipped out of the professor’s grip. Nude and without the man’s body heat, she felt a chill run down her spine. Reagan shrugged it off and slowly stepped to her bathroom, giving herself a firm look in the mirror. Her eyes didn’t have any answers for her on what in the world she was getting into.

Instead of further questioning, she wiped her eyes and turned on her faucet, washing her face and mouth before pulling her hair up. She knew wasting time would get her nowhere—the sex of the night prior had left knots only careful brushing could get out.

 

[cgraven]

Reagan lay spent and exhausted in the Professor's arms, her sleep was restless, even as his body spooned to hers and his left leg draped possessively over her hip his body warming hers. Batard’s hot moist breath stirred the stray whisps of hair at the nape of Reagan's neck. He had strived to give the young chestnut-haired beauty all that she longed.

The young beauty slipped from the bed as the sun’s rays crept across the bedroom floor. The professor had felt Reagan stir but made no move to stop her. He knew that young Reagan was confused by her own needs and desires for rough sex. to be submissive to a man, when her whole young life seemed to be one of control, perhaps aloofness. She was decidedly independent, in all but sex.

He heard the faucet running and knew Reagan was putting off seeing him in the morning light. He could make things easier for her by simply dressing and leaving but that would only leave Reagan in a state of confusion. So, he waited until she returned.

Reagan was beautiful as she finally returned in all her naked glory. He saw the blemishes on her heart shaped butt, that soon would become black and blue blemishes, bearing witness to her needs of last night. He saw the blemishes on her heart shaped butt that soon would become black and blue blemishes

“Morning Reagan, do you have any morning classes today?”

He let the question hang between them yet he made no move to take her in his arms or to start anything that was of a sexual nature. He knew he had to let the young beauty process how her life was changing. “Did you enjoy last night…….Any questions Reagan?”

Batard hoped that Reagan would give voice to her feelings and confusion

 

[sereneotter00]

Reagan pushed some strands of hair behind her ear, thinking for a few moments. Her day was free of classes for the day, but she would have to hit the books at noon at the latest. Parties extended her sleep sometimes, but she was accustomed to dedicating time to her homework at the latest in the afternoon. It was a habit she had been building for years that helped her maintain her grades.

She shook her head, her eyes still tired. “No, none today.” Based on his lack of urgency, she assumed he didn’t either. She remained on her feet, too far gone to feel shame about being nude in front of the professor. Instead, she crossed her arms, relaxed.

“I did enjoy it, yeah,” Reagan admitted, in case her struggle to stand up straight didn’t speak for her. Any questions? She didn’t know where to begin or if they’d grant her any clarity. Academically wise, she was really screwing up. She enjoyed having everything in order at all times. It was her norm.

Maybe that was why being used like that during sex appealed to her. She didn’t have to think for once. Maybe she had some self-degradation Pandora’s box to figure out with a therapist. Whatever it was, she had by all means enjoyed the night prior.

“Did you have a good time? Does this work for you?”

 

[cgraven]

Reagan emerged from the bathroom and pushed some strands of hair behind her ear. She seemed deep in thought thinking for a few moments when professor Batard greeted her. “Morning Reagan, do you have any morning classes today?”

Her day was free of classes for the day, but she would have to hit the books at noon at the latest. Though a party and her need for sleep may extended her sleep sometimes, she was accustomed to dedicating time to her homework at the latest in the afternoon. It was a habit she had been building for years that helped her maintain her grades.

Batard recognized that Reagan was to a degree a creature of habit, everything in its place her life held in tight control, and her need to be in charge of each aspect of her life. Yet last night had shown him that his young beauty also had a need to surrender that control when it came to sex and how intense it became.

Reagan shook her head, her eyes still tired. “No, none today.” Based on his lack of urgency, she assumed he didn’t either. She remained on her feet, too far gone to feel shame about being nude in front of the professor. Instead, she crossed her arms, relaxed.

“Any questions?”

How many times he had seen this self-doubt over the years in France. He knew Reagan enjoyed having everything in order at all times. It was her norm.

“Did you have a good time? Does this work for you?”

Yes, Reagan I very much enjoyed myself and you last night. A genuine smiled bowed his lips.

“Did you enjoy not being responsible for what happened after you asked me to fuck you Reagan, where you were free to just enjoy?”

Again, he paused before continuing. “You know you started our evening, and it would have ended if you had asked for that.”

“Would you like to learn more Reagan?”

 

[sereneotter00]

“I don’t… listen, it’s just a weird spot to be in, okay? I mean, not to be rude but you’re not the moral guide I need right now, with fucking your students and all,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. She began to walk around the apartment, gathering her clothes and slipping them on as she continued.

“I did enjoy it, yes. It’s a nice distraction from everything. I can’t even act like I’m not curious, but it’s just the aftermath of it all, you know?” Reagan expressed, putting the last of her clothing on. If she stood there and claimed she hadn’t enjoyed their night together, she’d be a liar. If she pretended like she wasn’t worried of where these consecutive hook ups would lead her she’d be lying again. Ir was an odd line to balance on - was she really willing to compromise her career? Or was she ready to surpress how much she enjoyed being used?

She took a seat on her sofa, staring at the ceiling. “What do you mean by learn exactly?”

 

[cgraven]

“I don’t… listen, it’s just a weird spot to be in, okay? I mean, not to be rude but you’re not the moral guide I need right now, with fucking your students and all,” Reagan sighed, running a hand through her hair. She began to prowl like caged tigress around the apartment, gathering her clothes and slipping them on as she continued.

I think what a shame to hide that stunning young body under that clothing. Reagan was a gorgeous creature and should be in her naked glory. I sigh as she button her blouse. “I did enjoy it, yes. It’s a nice distraction from everything. I can’t even act like I’m not curious, but it’s just the aftermath of it all, you know?.”

“Yes Reagan I understand.”

Understand well yes. I understood that Reagan denies her need to be dominated to be used, to set her free to just enjoy. The question was, was she ready to suppress how much she enjoyed being used?

Reagan took a seat on her sofa, staring at the ceiling. “What do you mean by learn exactly?”

“Reagan there is so much more than just a spanking to arouse you. There is being bound totally helpless the only thing to save you is your own safe word, how long could you keep silent, how much sexual ecstasy can you enjoy Regan.

I pause letting my words sink in. “This and so much more I can show you, teach you. It is up to you Reagan to take the next step.

 

[sereneotter00]

Reagan wasn’t sure of her answer. She wasn’t sure if she could even go to that length. Maybe some more research on her own? Then again, would that make it more formal than necessary? At the end of the day, he was still her professor, and while the risk of it all made her wet just thinking about it, she couldn’t push the possible consequences away.

All that thinking was giving her a headache. “I don’t know. I don’t know all that… stuff.”

“I know that I like you make me feel,” she began, raising her legs onto the sofa and crawling onto the lap of the professor. She carefully straddled him with a slight grind against his crotch. “I don’t know if I want… formalities or titles or anything solid like that.”

She brushed her lips up his jawline, then began to kiss down his neck. “I just know I love being your little secret. I want you to think of me when you have a rough day, sneak over, and take your frustration out by fucking me.”