Protege(45)
She’d never known someone to leave such an impression in such a short time. Strange to trust someone she’d just met so fully—or perhaps that made her a fool.
She was coming to understand that, beyond the physical kink and past the power exchange, there was a deep emotional bond in a genuine D/s relationship. It was interesting to see Jude mimic this for her education, and a testament to how experienced he must be.
She wanted that bond with a Dom in real life, wanted the permanency of such a situation. Hopefully, if she fulfilled this training and met all the requirements, her application would prove fruitful and she’d no longer be alone.
He’d zeroed in on such hidden parts of her, parts she’d assumed no one else could ever understand. Jude got her unrequited need for more in past relationships, which gave her hope that others would get her too.
The way he comprehended the pain she experienced when trapped in a relationship with a gentle lover . . . it was like coming up for air after spending a lifetime beneath the surface of a frozen lake. To know that someone else understood that pain, knew what it was to have the emotional attachment, but not the physical or vice versa, was the greatest relief of her life, because said man also knew the solution. It was Fernweh.
As time went on, she found herself lingering outside the library, hesitantly lifting her hand to knock but fearing that the disruption might upset him.
It had only been about forty minutes, but she . . . missed him. Taking a deep breath, she quickly rapped on the door and winced.
“Come in.” Turning the knob, she waited for him to look at her before entering. Slowly his gaze lifted from a book he was reading. He glanced at his wristwatch, checking the time. “Do you need something, Collette?”
Her words escaped her, as did her courage. He waited, and it was her duty to answer. Softly, she whispered, “May I sit with you, Sir?”
His head tilted to the side as though her request surprised him. He waved a hand to the chair where her clothes remained. “Of course. Help yourself to a book if you’d like.”
She padded into the room and paused at the chair, staring at her clothing folded neatly on the seat. Glancing back to him, she considered his earlier words and lowered herself to the floor, her shoulder pressing against his thigh.
She sensed him staring at her but lacked the nerve to meet his gaze. Perhaps he’d find her behavior needy and demanding, like a cat trying to get fed.
She stared at the carpet, holding her breath, wondering what possessed her to kneel beside him in such a manner. The touch of his hand was feather light and almost reverent as his palm softly brushed over her curls. Her chest filled with warmth as he silently accepted her presence.
The book closed with a quiet clap of worn pages. “Come here, Collette.”
She turned and lifted her weight off her bottom, rising on her knees. He placed the book on the table and took her hand, lifting it slowly and directing her to his lap. He fit his arms around her as she settled her weight on his thigh, her legs falling between his.
He considered her for a long moment and she quietly trembled under his intent inspection. His hand slowly lifted and softly pinched the tip of her nipple. Her spine extended, her lungs filling with desire.
His gaze turned to hers as he pinched harder, causing her lips to part. Leaning forward, he gently licked the tip of her distended nipple, never taking his eyes from hers. The quiet moment seeped into her as his gaze held her in place and his touch awakened stifled longing begging to be set free. His teeth slowly closed over the sensitive nub as his head pulled back. She whimpered when the pain became notable, and he gentled his bite.
His lips closed over the tip as he sucked, his mouth opening and closing as the pressure intensified. Her fingers gently ran through his soft hair as he continued, harder, pulling, building the suction until her tips felt wet and more sensitive than ever.
As he switched to the other nipple, his hand cupped her other breast. Glancing down, she noted how dark he’d made her areola and how sharp and elongated he’d gotten her nipple. When his thumb brushed over it she gasped. A rush of blood under the surface stimulated the skin.
He sucked the other nipple just as hard and her sex pulsed so deeply she felt the throbbing arousal all the way to her shoulders. His hands slid to her ribs as his mouth pulled away from her breast with a plucking snap. He admired his work, using both hands to lift her breasts.
His gaze rose to hers and she wanted to beg him to f*ck her. He had to feel the arousal seeping from her body. Their attention dwelled on each other for an extended second, an invisible thread tethering them tighter and tighter until finally something snapped.
He lifted her as he stood, driving his mouth to hers and forcing his tongue over hers as their bodies twisted and her back was suddenly against the chair. His hand squeezed her breast as his clothing chafed her bare skin. The clatter of his belt buckle was the only warning before he wrenched her thighs wide and jammed his cock deep.
She cried out, her head tipping back as he thrust greedily. Her sex stretched to accommodate his girth as her body folded into the chair, her knee suspended in the web of his thumb and index finger as he held her leg in the air. His other fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, squeezing deliciously as he claimed everything he wanted of her.
She cried out as he took her relentlessly, his body probing with rapid jabs of his thick cock. He drove into her so fast her body slid lower in the chair, folding under him and bending to his whim. The closer her bottom came to the edge of the seat the more he bent over her, her knee now pressed into her shoulder.