The Professor by Josie Leigh Read Free Book Online

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    While she’d taken care of the dinner dishes, he’d illuminated his bedroom with dozens of white tea lights. They were positioned on the pedestal style tables book ending the king sized bed against the window in the center of the room. The Professor seemed to favor the combination of eggshell white and forest green as it seemed to be a recurring theme in his house, which was present again on his bed linens.
    More tea lights were artfully placed on the shelves of a bookcase against the far wall of his bedroom and on top of a short cherry wood bureau positioned near what looked to be his closet. The affect of the tiny flames burning through the room was incredibly seductive.
    “Join me,” he said, holding his hand out for her, pulling her soft, nearly nude body against his, running his free hand down to cup her ass, causing her to melt into his embrace as his lips descended on hers. Though his kiss still ignited an instant inferno through every single cell, he wasn’t ravishing her with his mouth.
     
     
    She could tell he was taking his time, tangling his tongue with hers, languidly. Slowly, his hands moved to tunnel into her hair, fisting at her nape and yanking her head back, gently, as his lips explored her jaw and his tongue trailed to her neck. A shuttered breath escaped her lips as he nipped at her collarbone. “So delicious,” he murmured against her skin. “Your taste is enchanting, my student,” he breathed, before moving her away from him again, slightly. “Undress me, leave my boxer briefs on, then take off your panties and situate yourself in the center of my bed,” he demanded, an almost feral look in his pale blue eyes.
    “Yes, Professor,” she said, her hands, immediately reaching for his cornflower blue tie and releasing the knot. Leaving the tie in its place, she turned her attention to his black shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, taking her cues from his earlier, unhurried treatment of her. Pulling the tails of the shirt free from his khaki trousers and slipping both the shirt and tie from his body.
    Moving to retrieve the clothing from the floor, she felt his hand on her shoulder, “Leave them there,” he said. “I’m still in my pants and I have too many things I want to do to your tight little body to worry about a few wrinkles in my clothing.”
    She bit back a smile at his words and went back to work on his belt, followed by the button and zip of his pants. She slipped her hands into the top of the pants and around to the tops of his firm ass, guiding the slacks down his legs. He’d taken care to already remove his socks and shoes prior to her arrival in his bedroom. Kneeling, she pulled his legs free of their khaki confines. Looking up at him from the floor, she noticed his cock tenting the front of his navy boxer briefs.
    “Do you know how glorious you look on your knees right now?” he asked, reaching out to caress her cheek.
    “Thank you, Sir,” she said, bowing her head in respect of his words before standing and removing her black lace thong. When it joined his clothing on the floor, she climbed onto his bed, staying on all fours until she reached the center, where she rolled on to her back.
    “Are you ready for this, my eager pupil?” he asked, his shadow flickering deviously on the walls around her.
    “Absolutely, Professor,” she said, her limbs pliant and her palms up to him, waiting for him to pose her.
    “Beautiful,” he hummed his approval before moving to the small cherry dresser and removing items at a determined pace. As he returned to the bed, she saw rope and a blindfold. “I am extremely practiced in shibari, but tonight will be basic,” he smiled, darkly, moving to straddle her chest, his cloth covered cock nestling perfectly in the valley between her breasts. “Mmmm,” he said, sliding back and forth a couple of times. “This has its promises, my student. I will make these glisten, soon,” he vowed, pulling her wrists above her head,