He looks at me disbelievingly. “Like naughty professor and bad student,” he says, as if this answer is obvious.
And now that he says it, it is.
“Oh shit,” I say. “No, we haven’t done that yet, but we are absolutely going to when I get back.”
He grins. “You know what you need to do to make it realistic, right?”
My brows shoot up. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”
He grins even wider. “Probably.”
I sink back in my seat again. Gray and I did get a chance to talk last night about what it will be like when she lets me dom for her, and we went over what her hard and soft limits are. For instance, she wasn’t opposed to light slaps, but she nixed any serious impact play, which was fine by me. I’m not into that either. She also didn’t mind something around her neck, including my hands, but more serious breath play was off the table.
More importantly, Gray agreed to let me use her body whenever andwherever I want. Unless she red lights, of course. I was shocked she agreed to that request, but, then again, she strikes me as eager to please when it comes to sex. I’ll have to be careful with that and watch for signs that she wants out but is afraid to safe word me.
For now, at least, I have her permission to start a scene anywhere, anytime, which makes Kelsier’s idea completely doable. I’m not sure Gray realized what she was getting in to when she agreed to that, but she’ll find out soon enough.
The thought doesn’t help the situation in my pants. When we hit cruising altitude, I’ll have to take a little trip to the bathroom for both my sake and Kelsier’s.
Gray has no idea what she’s in for when I get back.
Chapter 31
Ash
The next night in Winnipeg, Kelsier, Fig, Mack, and I clink beer bottles to toast our win after the game. It wasn’t my most brilliant performance, but I scored one of our two goals and managed not to implode when the Jets started chirping at me.
I used some of the techniques Gray’s been teaching me to defuse my temper. Weeks back she advised me to collect a cache of happy memories I could draw on to help manage my anger, and I did just that. When players started getting on me, I remembered what it felt like to finally be inside her, and the thought did wonders to lighten my mood. Granted I was half-hard the entire third period, but whatever it takes at this point.
My phone chimes with an incoming text, and I immediately swipe it open. As hoped, it’s Gray.
Gray
Congrats on the win and your goal tonight.
I smile and type.
Ash
You were watching?
Gray
Of course. Gotta keep an eye on my star student.
My dick twitches at the reference. Ever since Kelsier mentioned roleplaying the student-teacher thing, I’ve been running through possible scenarios in my mind, and it’s driving me crazy. I never had a hot-for-teacher experience like he did in college, but that doesn’t mean I can’t imagine the fantasy very vividly.
It helps that Gray is a little older than me. It emphasizes her authority, which is the crux of the student-teacher fantasy. I’ve always been a dom in the bedroom, but part of me is ready to hand the keys to the handcuffs over to Gray and see what she’d do with the power.
Fig’s voice pulls me back from the daydream.
“You were like a new man out there tonight, Gunny,” he says. “You get laid recently or something?”
I nearly choke on my beer, but I keep it down without spitting it across the table at him. I meet Fig’s eyes, and there’s a wicked gleam in them as his mouth turns up in a knowing smirk. He’s remembering the equipment room.
“Yeah,” I say. “Your mom almost made me late to catch the plane because she wouldn’t let me get dressed.”
Mack and Kelsier roar with laughter at the comment as Fig glares at me. I met his mother once and liked her a lot, so part of me feels bad for dragging her into this, but he started it.
