For my Master('s) by Linnea May

"I think I might need a little more to get a better taste..."
    He smiles. "Your tears haven't even dried yet, baby girl. I am not going to do any more to you tonight."
    I look up at him with pleading eyes and skim his perfect chest with the tips of my fingers, slowly running down to his pelvis.
    He reaches for my hand and stops me. "I am serious. If you want more, say yes to my proposition."
    "You are mean," I whisper.
    "Maybe," he whispers, showing no pity on me. "But it's the way I do things, you'll have to get used to that if you are to become my sub."
    "What if I have my own way of paying for school?" I ask.
    "Do you?"
    I gulp. "Well, not exactly, but maybe... There's a scholarship I applied for."
    I don't have much hope in that regard, but after all, there is still a slight chance that this might happen.
    "So you are trying to continue on your own?" He asks. "Have you already enrolled to a program?"
    He got me there. "I do have a place."
    "What major?" He wants to know.
    "Public Policy."
    "And what do you want to do with that degree when you're done?"
    "Now you sound just like my parents," I mumble.
    "No," he objects. "I am not scolding you, I really want to know. You seem like a person with a plan. There must be a reason, an idea behind your wish to obtain a Master's when most people are perfectly happy with a first degree."
    "Well," I hesitantly reply. "There's a few options I could imagine for myself. But I think the most interesting would be to become a policy analyst and work for a think tank or NGO - or maybe even the government. I would like to advise politicians on making smart decisions for the public, but work behind the scenes."
    He chuckles. "So, you don't want to become president?"
    I frown at him. "No. I would like to do the actual work, not just representing."
    He laughs and squeezes me tightly. "You're cute."
    "Cute? Are you making fun of me?"
    He shakes his head in defense. "God, no! I think those are wonderful and reasonable goals. And I would really like to help you achieve them."
    I remain silent and look down on the bed sheets.
    "You know you absolutely need a Master's degree to get there."
    "I know that."
    "Then why are you refusing this chance I am offering you?"
    I look up at him with a determined expression. "Because I want to get there on my own. I might get the scholarship. And if not, I will work and save up money so I can afford it on my own at some point."
    "But you already have the place," he argues. "You'd just waste time with working in meaningless jobs. I admire your determination - but I still think you're not acting wisely here."
    I frown. I am starting to get mad at him. Maybe, because I know he is right. I could just accept his offer and be rewarded with both, a satisfying sex life and the possibility to obtain the degree that I need to get where I want to be in.
    "Besides," he adds, smirking at me. "It's not like I wouldn't make you work for it. I will train you and it will become more challenging as time passes."
    I smile. "I would hope so."
    "Think about it, baby girl," he says. "For now, let's clean you up and get out of here."
    I look at him in question.
    "I'm sorry, I can't spend the night," he explains. "I will have Frank bring you home - but let's take a bath first."
    Now, that sounds like a brilliant idea.

Five
    Despite my hopes for more, a bath actually is all that is left to happen that night. A good one though. Despite my many attempts to seduce him, he remains strong in his decision not to play any more before I make up my mind.
    But he joins me in the bathtub, smiling triumphantly at the faint marks that start to show on my behind and soothing me as the hot, soapy water causes my skin to burn all over again. The intimacy and feeling of closeness between us is uncanny. As I lie in his arms, soaking in hot water, surrounded by bubbles and a floral scent, it is hard for me to believe that I didn't even know this man less than 24 hours ago.
    "This is crazy," I randomly