For the Roses [Suncoast Society] Read online

  They were both adults. He was only nine years older than her, so it wasn’t a huge age gap.

  Literally an entire lifetime had passed for both of them since they’d been teacher and student.

  She rang his doorbell.

  He kept her standing there for over a minute before finally opening the door…and her eyes widened slightly when she realized he was dressed in his Sorrellson work clothes—button-up chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled down and cuffs buttoned, a tie, khaki slacks, loafers.

  He didn’t offer a smile, but she watched his eyes slowly scan her, maybe the corner of his mouth twitching slightly when he spied the shoes on her feet, lingering there, another twitch when he took in her pigtails.

  “Miss Dutton,” he finally said. “You’re on time. Excellent. Please, come in.”

  When she stepped inside and he closed the door behind her, old habits kicked in. “Thank you, Mister Du—”

  “Mister Wynn,” he corrected, reaching for her things. His gaze met and held hers, and it actually calmed her, that he seemed so…calm. In control.

  “Sorry, Mister Wynn.”

  “Your coat, please, Miss Dutton.”

  Her fingers fumbled the knot in her belt, but she finally untied it, butterflies filling her as she shrugged it off and he took it from her.

  She couldn’t make herself watch him evaluate her this time and kept her gaze focused on his feet, the loafers he wore.

  “Please proceed down to my office,” he finally said. “I’ll be right there.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She headed down the hall, a mix of anticipation and anxiety filling her.

  He’d rearranged his home office. The desk had been spun around, facing the door, and a dining room chair now sat in front of it.

  Unsure what she was supposed to do, she sat on the chair, carefully tucking as much of the skirt under her as she could and perching at the edge of the seat so her bare ass wasn’t on the cushion’s cloth.

  Here we go.

  * * * *

  Holy…fuuuuuck me!

  He thought it’d be the shoes, but it was the pigtails that pushed him over the edge, that sexy red hair of hers perfect for grabbing.

  Damn, wish I’d thought to tell her to do that.

  She’d managed to one-up him without even trying, and he certainly wasn’t about to complain, either.

  Elvin was glad he held her overnight bag and purse when she removed the trench coat. He’d been at half-mast just seeing her in those damn sexy shoes, but when she’d handed the coat over he’d gone completely hard.

  Since he was freeballing it, there’d be no way of hiding his reaction, either.

  He sent her down to his office, watching her walk the whole way, the gorgeous roll to her hips accentuated by both the pleated skirt and the heels.

  Oooohh maaaan.

  He took her things into his bedroom and left them there, because if he had his way, that’s where they’d end up after they’d had fun.

  Tonight he’d wanted to start slow, and what better way than completely owning this thing between them?

  The whole thing, including their history.

  He’d wanted to stay away from anything that might accidentally trigger her tonight. Combined with his lack of adequate knowledge or experience, he hoped this would be safe.

  Eliza had encouraged him to be creative, and that bare-handed spanking on the ass and backs of the thighs would be safe.

  Although he’d be lying if he denied he wanted to work his way up to rope with Meri. To have her tied up and helpless, able to take his time with her and make her moan and beg as he buried his face and his dick in her sweet pussy.

  After taking a deep breath, he pulled his “teacher mask” into place and walked down the hall, into the office.

  He rounded the desk and sat without looking at her, focusing instead on the papers on his desk. He’d still had a box of his old college paperwork and had pulled a few papers out just to set the scene.

  Nothing he used at work, other than his own clothes, would in any way be involved in this. That was just…too creepy to contemplate.

  It would have been perfect if Ron had been able to put hands on some of her college papers, if she even had any, but so much of her stuff was still boxed up Ron couldn’t have easily located it without digging through everything and making her suspicious.

  He let her sit for a moment in the silence while he pretended to be grading papers, waiting until he spotted her fidgeting just a little out of the corner of his eye.

  “Miss Dutton, do you know why I requested this meeting?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He had to swallow to form spit. The sound of those two words, from her lips, made his cock throb so hard he was tempted to throw the plan out the window and simply fuck her senseless over his desk.

  He finally looked up and found her gaze meeting his, her chin tipped down, looking appropriately contrite.

  He’d wondered if she’d try to vamp it up, and she hadn’t. Knees tightly together, hands primly tucked in her lap. Hell, she’d even buttoned all three buttons on the shirt.

  “You’ve been slacking off in class, for starters. As if your attention isn’t fully on the lessons. And you missed turning in several assignments this week. Stand up.”

  She smoothly rose, hands clasped behind her.

  “You do realize your skirt is too short, don’t you?”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. This is the uniform I was given.”

  “And how do you expect to keep those shoes on during recess and PE?”

  “It won’t be easy, Sir.”

  The more straight she played this, the hornier it was making him. This wasn’t porn, this wasn’t simply her trying to go along with what she thought he wanted—this was her being her, and he loved it.

  And her.

  He sat back in his chair and unbuttoned his left cuff, started slowly rolling it up. “I suppose you are going to beg me for extra credit to make up for your missed assignments, hmm?”

  She slowly shook her head. “I was under the impression you weren’t going to allow any extra credit for the missed assignments, Sir.”

  “Then what would you suggest, Miss Dutton? Behavior modification?”

  “I’ve been having trouble focusing lately, Mister Wynn.”

  Hmm. He was willing to follow her lead. “And why is that?”

  She turned the full force of her gaze on him. “There’s a guy I really like. He’s been distracting me lately.”

  “He has, has he?” He unbuttoned and started rolling up his right cuff. “Then maybe we need to figure out a way to get your mind back on your studies. Hands on my desk.”

  She was fighting the urge to smile—he saw it and nearly started laughing, too. Somehow, he managed to reel it in and she leaned forward, palms flat on his desk. It put her eyes nearly level with his.

  He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the collar before he leaned forward. “I read your student file before I walked in here. We have a permission slip allowing corporal punishment.”

  He watched as her lips pressed together in a tight, thin line fighting to curve into a grin. “Mmm hmm.”

  “Maybe you’ll have an easier time focusing if you’re doing it while sitting on a spanked ass. Legs apart.”

  She shifted position.

  He stood and slowly walked around the desk, not bothering to hide the bulge in his slacks. “But that won’t address the issue of this uniform, especially those shoes. I think you’re going to need a slight modification so you don’t lose them during PE.”

  He quickly pulled the tiny locks from his pocket, the ones that had come with the shoes, and knelt behind her, snapping them into place.

  “Thank you, Mister Wynn. I think that’ll help.”

  It was soooo tempting to just shove his face up under her skirt and make her come like that…but that would end the evening a little too soon.

  He stood, forcing himself to keep his hands off her for right now. “You’re wel
come, Miss Dutton.” He flicked at the back hem of her skirt with one finger. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were dressing like this today to try to tempt me into letting you off with a warning. Are you even wearing panties under there?”

  “No, Sir. I’m not.”

  “Guess that’ll make the spanking easier then, won’t it?”

  She cast a gaze over her shoulder. “I guess it will, Sir.”

  Fuck! Those goddamned pigtails. She would be on her knees and giving him a blowjob shortly. That was just too damned perfect.

  He stepped between her legs and pressed his bulge against her ass, easing his feet apart and forcing hers even wider, but still not putting his hands on her yet. She ground her ass against him and he nearly came right there.

  Shit!

  “What do you think you’re doing, Miss Dutton?”

  She fell still. “I’m sorry, Mister Wynn.”

  “You don’t look very sorry.” He stepped back and around to her left side. “You look like a girl about to get herself into a lot of trouble. I think we’ll need to add more behavior correction to your punishment.”

  * * * *

  If she didn’t have juices rolling down the insides of her thighs already, it’d be a miracle. His deceptively calm tone was making her even hotter, and she’d nearly creamed herself as she watched him rolling up his cuffs. Since he hadn’t started off with cheesy porn lines—not exactly—she’d decided to play it straighter too and see where he wanted this to go.

  Although she had no doubts—and a whole lot of hope—that she’d be getting spanked and probably end up with his cock down her throat.

  Or more.

  Especially from the feel of his hard cock pressing into her ass when she’d ground against him.

  “I am sorry, Mister Wynn. Really.”

  “You should be. I expect more out of you, Miss Dutton. You are smart and more than capable.” Cool air caressed her bare ass as he reached out and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, flipping it up and over her back. “As I guessed—no panties. You’re out of uniform, slacking in your work, and distracted by a boy.”

  She turned her head again and met his gaze. “He’s not a boy—he’s a man.”

  “Oh, is he now?”

  She nodded, unable to keep her eyes off the front of his slacks, which were now tented.

  “You like to play with men, do you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Heat from his body washed against her as he stepped close again and planted his left hand in the middle of her lower back. “Well, I’m not playin’.”

  The first smack hit her left ass cheek hard, almost driving her breath from her. She balled up her fists, her head dropping as she sucked in a sharp breath. He followed the first smack with another, on her right ass cheek, back and forth and not playing around, either.

  Like he really meant it.

  Oh, fuck yeah!

  She arched her back and stuck her ass out and struggled to keep herself upright as bright, sweet heat filled her ass cheeks with every impact.

  Honestly, she’d expected their first scene to be very light, maybe even borderline disappointing based on her experience and pain tolerance levels. That he’d be timid, worried about going too far, stopping every few seconds to ask if she was okay or to get a color from her.

  “You seem to be enjoying this too much, Miss Dutton,” he said.

  Before she could answer, he sank two fingers into her soaked pussy, and any response she might have given him devolved into moans of pleasure.

  “Yes, you’re definitely enjoying this.” He finger-fucked her, working her up—

  Just to yank his fingers out and start spanking her again.

  He wasn’t holding back, either, sharp, stinging blows that brought tears to her eyes.

  Legitimate tears.

  Cleansing tears.

  Her world started and ended right here, right now, with him.

  The last hints of her lingering doubts swirled down her mental drain as she let go and reveled in this.

  In him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  When Elvin slid his fingers into her pussy she wasn’t merely wet, she was practically dripping. Every sweet, needy moan he pulled from her threatened to make him explode in his slacks.

  Obviously he wasn’t going too hard on her, because she hadn’t safeworded. While she was crying, she kept arching her back to push her ass into his hand as he spanked her. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she liked it hard.

  He’d carefully watched her reactions, ready to ease up if she’d shown any signs of not enjoying it. Yet she’d pleasantly surprised him.

  He hooked an arm around her waist, pulled her back, and sat in the chair in front of the desk. He manhandled her facedown over his lap. “You obviously aren’t taking my message to heart, Miss Dutton.”

  With his left hand he kept her pinned in place over his thighs, and with his right he started spanking her again, down the backs of her thighs, over the red handprints already covering her sweet ass, down and up again. He spanked her until his hand stung and ached and still he spanked her, something inside him breaking free.

  He wanted more, wanted everything. Wanted to learn how to use implements on her, imagined what she’d look like with a beautiful ladder of cane marks perfectly striping her flesh, wanted her in his ropes—all of it.

  Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he spread his thighs and put her on her knees on the floor between them, reaching for his fly to unzip.

  She started to reach up and help him, and he grabbed her hands and shoved them behind her. “Hands stay there, Miss Dutton.”

  A sweet, glazed expression filled her eyes. Her mouth opened as she leaned in, trying to reach his freed cock.

  He fisted her pigtails and smiled as she moaned again, struggling to take him in. “You are a stubborn student,” he teased. “You aren’t even trying to listen to your teacher.”

  Her gaze rolled up at him, a sexy challenge as she still tried to lean in with the tip of her tongue outstretched toward his cock.

  He finally let her have it, making her go all the way down on his shaft. Mindful of their earlier talks, he forced her to take him to the root, not bothering to go easy on her this time.

  Fuuuuuck!

  Wrapping her hair around his hands, he started fucking her face, deep, enjoying every needy moan that rolled from her.

  “I don’t know how the so-called ‘men’ you like to play around with do things, Miss Dutton, but I can assure you, I want things done my way.” He bottomed out again, her nose pressed against his pubes. “And I know how to tame a wild student who doesn’t want to be a good girl.”

  He eased her off again, down to the head, loving how her tongue eagerly laved the crown, teased and flicked at his slit, the glans. She was making love to his cock, the most eager blowjob he’d ever received in his life.

  And still she kept her hands behind her back, where he’d put them.

  Part of him wanted to come down her throat right now, and part of him wanted to bend her over his desk and fuck her there.

  Her gaze lay squarely on him even as he fucked her mouth, her eyes only closing when she’d choke a little on him, just to open again and find his. Tears streamed from the corners but it only seemed to add fire to her expression.

  Goddamn!

  Their first night together had been gentle, tender passion. It’d soothed something deep within his soul while lighting fire to needs that had long lain unacknowledged as well as unmet. Over the past couple of weeks, her eager attentions had gone a long way to helping him silence the old voices in his head. He could only hope he was helping her just as much.

  She had her own needs to sate and satisfy, and he wanted to keep being the man to do just that.

  Tonight, he didn’t want to hold back.

  He pulled her off his cock, lifted her to her feet, and spun her around. “Hands on my desk.”

  He stood and stepped between her legs
, kicking her feet apart and shoving her skirt up again. Fisting his cock, he swiped it up and down her wet cunt. “See if any other man can treat you this well.” He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, easily sliding all the way to the root as another needy moan rolled from her.

  He shoved her down onto the desk and pinned her to it by the back of her neck as he fucked her. “I think you’re going to need regular teacher conferences with me, Miss Dutton,” he gritted through his teeth as he tried to hold back. “Then you won’t have any need to be distracted by that boy you been playin’ with.”

  “Yes, Mister Wynn!” She tried to thrust back against him, but he overpowered her, grinding into her.

  “In fact, I think you’re going to need to stay here much longer than I’d originally scheduled tonight.” He started fucking her again, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. “So I hope you don’t have any other plans.”

  “Yes, please, Sir!”

  If he didn’t slow down, he was going to be filling her right now. He released her hip and reached around her, sliding his fingers along her clit. That drew another moan from her.

  “Oh, Miss Dutton. You can’t lie to me. Seems like someone knows what that does.” He rolled her clit between his fingers and felt an accompanying flutter around his cock. “Maybe I should get you worked up until I have your full attention and then leave you hanging while I fuck a load into you, hmm?”

  “Please let me come, Sir!”

  “I like you begging, though. You’re sexy as fuck when you do it, baby.”

  Okay, so they were down the rabbit hole now. “I’ll do anything, Sir,” she moaned.

  He ran his thumb around her clit, gathering moisture before withdrawing his hand to yet another frustrated moan. He released her neck. “Stay right there,” he ordered, using that hand to slowly stroke her clit while he pressed his slicked thumb against her asshole.

  “Oh, yes!”

  “That’s mine too, by the way,” he said. “Not right now, because I’m enjoying this pussy too much. But there will be a load dropped into that sweet ass by tomorrow afternoon. You don’t get to hide a single part of your gorgeous body from me. If I want it, I get it, because every bit of you belongs to me. Got a problem with that, baby?”