“Oh yes. Very well. I’m proud of how it worked out.”
He’s proud of me. Of what I did for him. Of this dirty little secret between the two of us.
“Good. Please have a seat, Mr. Hathaway.”
“Yes, sir,” he replies with a smirk, the look reminding me that he, in fact, is the Sir, but in this moment, we’re playing a game for everyone around us.
It’s going to be a long class…and I know I’ll enjoy every second of it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
James
My eyes aredrawn to Colton the whole lesson. Every time I move, every time the cage brushes my thigh or I notice the heaviness between my legs, I look at him. It’s…a bit fucked up, teaching class this way. Getting off on the fact that Colton—my student—my Sir—is here watching me. That I’m obeying his orders right now, and that each second that goes by feels like an eternity because all I want is him inside me.
On top of me.
Touching me.
Possessing me.
Commanding me.
The room is a hundred degrees and getting hotter by the second. I’m surprised I’m able to hold it together, especially when Colton raises his hand and asks a question. Hearing his voice, the cadence of his speech, measured and deep but with a playful edge I’m not sure anyone else can hear except me, it does things to me, makes me feel like I’m going to combust.
As soon as class is over, I suck in a sharp breath, like it’s the first one I’ve managed in the hour and a half we were here. Like always, Colton takes his time packing his bag so he’s the last one out. When he walks by my desk, holding my gaze thewhole time, I mutter the only word I can set free. “Please.”
His pupils flare. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…not here again.”
It’s absolutely not, but right now, I can’t find it in me to care. As wild as it sounds, I feel like I’m flying, and I want nothing but to soar higher. Colton will give me that. “I’ll be good. Please, Sir.”
He curses, then nods. I gather my things, then take the lead, walking toward the door, down the hallway, and to my office. No one will suspect anything. Why should they? He’s meeting me for office hours. We’re discussing work—his grade, upcoming assignments.
I unlock the door and go inside. I hear it close behind me, then the lock clicking into place.
“Jesus, this is such a bad idea,” Colton says before he’s grabbing me, spinning me around to face him and crushing our mouths together. It’s the kiss of a starving man, one who’s as famished as I am, like we’ll waste away if we don’t have at each other.
“I’m not taking the cage off,” he says, kissing my neck, licking me in this marking sort of way.
I open my mouth for him, and he grins, then spits inside, making me nearly spin out of control. Why does he have this effect on me?
“Yes, Sir. I know. I’ll take anything.” I just want him. Need him. Need to feel the way only Colton can make me feel.
“You’re wearing my cage, so you should have my load inside you too,” he says, and I swear, I nearly pass out.
He maneuvers me over to my desk. Sir doesn’t have to use words for me to know exactly what he wants, and I want it too. I won’t get to come, but I want to be bare-assed and bent over my desk, taking his cock. I would do it every day if I could.
He opens my pants, pulls them down, then bends me over. I tremble when he kneels behind me, his strong hands on my ass cheeks pulling them open.
“It’s been hours since I showered.” I’m clean. I don’t have any reason to doubt that, but I wanted to remind him.
“I don’t care.”
Without warning, he dives in, buries his face in my ass, tongue swiping back and forth over my hole like he’s gunning for the championship of ass eating. He would win too.
I fist my hands, push back against him, swallow every sound I want to make out loud for him but can’t because I’m here, at work, letting my student eat me out in my office.
Don’t stress. Let go. It’ll be fine.
