I have surrendered.
I relax my body, giving in to my bindings, allowing them to hold me firmly in place.
I can hear him breathing; his presence an aphrodisiac. My body shivers in anticipation.
He's about to speak and his tone is firm. "If I allow you to speak, I am your Dominus. Do you understand?" Fuck that's hot.
I replied softly, but firmly, "Yes, Dominus."
I bit my lip to prevent myself from smiling.
"Kneel on the bed."
Fuck, I love when he speaks.
"Good. Place your hands behind your back."
He stood behind me with purpose, fastening my hands behind my back with soft leather handcuffs. He moved my locs to the side and slowly drew his hand down my back, gently caressing my spine. He was so close and he smelled so good, I could feel the liquid running down my pussy lips.
"You're doing so good."
I looked over my shoulder and smiled.
SLAP
"I did not give you permission to look at me. Correct yourself"
I immediately turned back around into position. My ass was on fire from the slap, but it hurt so good.
"Good girl. I love how well you listen. Now, spread your legs for me."
His voice, so soft, so demanding at the same time. I spread my legs as he asked and licked my lips. I wanted to look up at him but I know better, now.
"Open your eyes. Look at me."
"I start to open my eyes and all I see is blue. Cerulean blue eyes that pierce my soul, that enter every part of being waiting to consume me, completely devour everything I am – and I want it.
"Hold on little one." And he dives between my legs. Licking, sucking, biting, slurping, he goes to work on my entire pussy. He takes his fingers and rubs my outer lips as he licks all around the inside of my cunt. Oh my fucking God! What the fuck. He takes my clit and pokes it with the tip of his tongue, sliding the tips of his teeth across my pearl while sucking on my lips. I am beyond wet. I'm so close, I'm sooo fucking close. Don't stop, don't stop.
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
"Uh what wait I'm commming. No.."
Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz
Michonne's eyes shoot open. She throws her hand out and throws her damn alarm across the room shattering it.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK Not again! She falls backwards onto her bed. This has got. to. stop. 5 dreams in 2 weeks. What's happening to her. He makes her feel…she can't describe it. Never in all of her previous relationships did she ever think to nor engage in any kind of bondage play. That Fifty Shades stuff was so fake, she wasn't into it at all. She had her toys and knew what to do with her fingers; didn't mind some hair pulling. She was absolutely tempted to see what it would be like to be spanked. But tied up? Handcuffs? Never, absolutely not. And yet, every dream with the blue-eyed stranger, no dominus, had her squirting all over her sheets like a 14 year old boy.
"No more Spartacus before bed." She swore to herself. Dr. Michonne Williams was the history chair at King County High School. They were the number one high school in the state of Georgia with one of the most rigorous and diverse curriculums available to students. She taught AP History courses as well as two electives: Historical Women Warriors and Fencing. She also coached the cheerleading and fencing teams.
"Time to go be great." Michonne says to herself as she starts to prepare for her day. Her commute is short as the school is only 10 miles away but the entire drive she is only thinking about her blue-eyed stranger. Has she seen him somewhere before? Is he a representation of other men in her life. Well he couldn't have been any of her exes, none of them had blue eyes. There was the science teacher Mr. Morissey, but he was a creepy douche. And his eyes were definitely not the ones from her dream. Those were mesmerizing. Completely and utterly hypnotizing in their..
Honk Honk - Fuck, she was daydreaming again. "The light's green ma'am." The driver in the car next to her supplied.
"Gee I didn't notice." She rolls her eyes at him. Some jackass behind her starts screaming and honking his horn.
"Screw you, dipshit." She yells out the window driving off but not without throwing the driver a one finger salute. She looks in her rearview and sees the car that was next to her trailing a bit behind. It was a nice car too– an Austin-Healy speedster. A car like that definitely stands out in a small town like King County. Too bad such a beautiful car had to be wasted on such an ass.
Vroom Vroom – the speedster flies right past her leaving her stuck at the next light. "Unbelievable." Michonne looks at the dashboard. That jerk might have just made her late. When the light changes she presses the metal a little harder than usual to make sure she arrives on time. Nothing will tarnish her prefect record. Pulling up to the North Side of the building, Michonne glides into her parking space, grabs her briefcase and sets out for her classroom.
"Morning Ms. Michonne." "Morning Ms. M." "Hey Ms. M, I finished my assignment on time this time."
"That's good Spencer, let me actually see it first before I believe it." Michonne walks through the halls greeting different students. This is one of her favorite parts of the day. She makes it to her classroom and before she can even place her briefcase on her desk a blonde whirlwind flies into her room.
"Have you seen him?
"Good Morning Andrea, how are you?" Andrea Harrison, English & Literature teacher continues as if she doesn't hear Michonne.
"Did you see those curls?"
"I'm great thanks, how are you Michonne?"
"And that sexy walk. Good God, I would follow him around like a dog in heat"
"And ok, who are we talking about this morning? Was this your date last night cuz I didn't check Facebook to see what you posted."
"No, I kicked him out after I came. I'm talking about Dale's replacement, the new language professor. Holy shit he's fucking hot. I might have to jump on that before Loser Lori and Janky Jessie try to get up on him because believe me every bitch in this place is gonna want a piece of that."
"Really Drea, so early. And is he really that cute? I mean you dated that what's his name, that Gareth dude, yikes."
"Hey, he was a sweetheart. Great cook."
"Yeah and a taxidermist. You sure everything you ate was beef right?" Michonne asks with a laugh.
"Whatever bitch. He sure knew how to eat pussy. Back to the hottie. You have to see him, I can't even accurately describe the hotness of that man. That fucking sexy ass bowlegged walk. And his car…"
"Oh please, I was almost late because of some dick with a nice car this morning. I couldn't figure out what a car like that was doing in a town like this. Maybe one of the kids parents or something."
"Was it a 1965 Austin Healy with silver and white finish?"
Michonne's head shoots up. "Yeeeaaaahhhhhh, although it might be a 64. Why?
"It's his. Professor hottie. Oh this is great. Now I can't wait for you to see him. Come on, meeting in five minutes, I need a good seat."
She flounces out of the room with a quickness to her step. Michonne stops and thinks to herself. She remembers the curly hair and a beard but not much else as the driver had sunglasses on. Hopefully he's not as big of a dick as he is a driver she thinks to herself. She makes her way to the faculty lounge where she sees Andrea sitting front and center, saving her a seat. Principal Carol Peletier is arranging her notes while other teachers are filing in. She sits by Andrea and looks to her right seeing Lori Peterson and Jessie Anderson, Freshman English and Art teachers respectively. As usual they're gossiping like hens in a coop, constantly playing with their hair and giggling. Michonne rolls her eyes. She can't stand that shit. All of a sudden, they immediately sit up at attention, eyes focused on whoever has just walked into the room. Andrea pinches her arm and whispers not so quietly, "It's him."
Michonne is absolutely speechless. Crisp, navy suit that fits that looks painted on his body. Open white button down shirt showing a sprinkle of chest hair. Silky chestnut curls with dashes of grey laying atop a pressed collar, curling just underneath his delicious ears. Perfectly trimmed beard with hints of silver strewn throughout. Cherry lips kissed by the sun, ripe and waiting. But, oh my God, it can't be. Those eyes. She knows those eyes. Cerulean. Ocean. Hypnotic. Mesmerizing…and he's staring at me.
"Ah good you made it." Principal Peletier begins to speak. "Everyone attention please. Before we begin I'd like to introduce our newest faculty member to KCH. He will be teaching French, Latin, and Greek as well as Mandarin and Arabic electives. He will also serve as the Chair of the Language Studies department and our new baseball coach. Pease everyone welcome, Dr. Richard Grimes."
Everyone starts to clap, especially the women. Michonne has yet to move her eyes from his face. She can't move, she can't think. There is only silence as one word keeps repeating in her head.
"Dominus"