The Good Student

He kicked open a door at the other end of the condo. This room was dark, heavy curtains blocking out the city lights. Only the faint glow from the living room allowed her to see.



Hayden laid her on a king-sized bed with a lush satin comforter. It felt cool against her arms and legs.



"Remember what I told you? About wanting to restrain you?"



She nodded. It would mean giving up all power, becoming vulnerable to this one man. Did she trust him enough? If she had to choose one man besides her father that she trusted over all others, it would be Mr. Taylor. He was an honorable professor with a respectable character. The way he spoke and looked at her made Kaya ready and willing to submit.



He slipped the straps of her dress down her arms as slow as melting chocolate. Then he worked the material down her curves until off completely. She propped herself up on her elbows, feeling so exposed with her breasts bare and only her thin lace undies covering her. It was titillating. He looked hungry as he stared, his eyes raking over her body. "Beautiful," he whispered. "I still can't believe you want to be here with me."



"Of course I do." She reached her hand out to him, but he just winked and opened a drawer in the low dresser against the wall. He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs and let them dangle on one finger for her inspection. "Handcuffs?"



"All the better to restrain you with." He was playing with her, reminding her of how he behaved in class. But this was anything but innocent. He raised his arms above his head to show her what to do. She complied. When he crawled over her body, his broad shoulders and muscled frame were a delicious temptation, but she held her arms straight up as he wanted.



"I thought you liked me being your good girl."



"Even good girls need a little naughty in them." He hoisted her higher and secured her wrists to the headboard slats. She tested her binds, but she wasn't going anywhere until he wanted her to.



She watched his movements, wondering what he'd do next.



He slipped off the bed and ran his fingers down the length of her body, hooking his thumb in the string of her panties. When he inched the material off, leaving her nude, she held her legs tightly together.



"You'll have to learn not to be shy with me, Kaya. I'll never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good."



She tried to loosen her muscles, relaxing her thighs, but it was difficult.



He braced one knee on the bed, spreading her legs wide. It was the oddest feeling to not be able to move or pull away. She was bound and had to endure whatever he decided to subject her to.

"What's good for the goose and all that, right? I'm trying not to be too selfish." He bent down, his head lowering towards her pussy. She felt his hot breath against her moist, sensitive folds. She instinctively bucked up, but quickly lowered her hips. This would be another new experience for her.