Page 115 of Made Better Together

“You’re bare under that skirt? Like I asked?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“You’re the best fucking teaching assistant I’ve ever had, Ms. Cart.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“Now let me see that beautiful pussy of yours, my good girl.” I walk up to her where she’s sitting and push her legs out wide. “I’m going to suck on that pearl between your legs until you scream…”

I adjust my pants. In my mind, I’m doing to Eden what the professor is doing to the female character, and it’s only taken a few sentences for me to get half hard.

“Okay, yeah, that’s…I like it,” I tell her as I hand the book back to her. “Is there more like that?”

“Yep, pretty sure this book has like six spice scenes. Here, this one was a fave.”

A fave means I need to pay attention. And I do. It involves food play—a whipped cream scene—and more restraints, and yeah, it’s hot as fuck.

“Enough reading. I have some ideas.”

Her brows raise. “Ideas sound good.”

“Oh, they’re going to be excellent, Ms. Larsson.”

She bats my arm. “Not that name. It makes me think of my stepmom.” Noted. “Should we move locations? Your room?”

My nod results in us going to my bedroom. Once we’re there, we stare at each other at first. Then I realize: she’s waiting for her cue, idiot.

“I’m going to try some things inspired by that book. But we’ll still be Eden and Connor, okay? And anything you don’t like, you tell me.”

Her shoulders inch down, and she breaks into a grin. “Okay, my safe word will be ‘red.’”

Obviously she’s done her homework. I wasn’t even thinking of a safe word. I’m pretty certain I know what it means, though.

“So if you say ‘red,’ I’ll stop whatever’s happening. That’s what ‘safe word’ means, right?”

“Yes.”

She waits expectantly, and I get us started based on the game plan in my head.

“Sit on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.” She says it half in jest, but half not…and my dick notably hardens again, regardless.

Interesting.

The thing is, I think we should be taking this seriously. Not making jokes, if we’re going to test what we like.

“When you say, ‘yes, sir,’ keep that joking tone out of your voice,” I say firmly, but not unkindly.

Her eyes snap onto mine, and I watch as she processes my shift in demeanor.

“Yes, sir.” Even in tone this time, and soft.

And yup, my dick stands at full attention just from that.

Keep going, Connor.

I scan her outfit, a soft peach shirt over a pleated patterned skirt. “Can you take your shirt and bra off for me, Eden?”