Lessons From the Professor by Shyla Colt

around
without gaining closure, don’t you?”
    “Is that what you really want? Closure?” His voice deepened, and she rolled her eyes.
    “Yes,
Jackson
. This wasn’t some sad
attempt to reconnect with you. I just wanted to hear your side of things.”
    “I was stupid, and didn’t realize what I had, Sutton. You
were an excellent girlfriend, a little too focused on school and your career,
but if I had mentioned it to you we could’ve reached a compromise.”
    “Why are you being so … accommodating?”
    “You aren’t the only one who needed closure over this. After
you left I compared every girl I ever dated to you, and most of them came up
lacking. I spent a year pretending the random woman lying beside me were you. ”
    She cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the direction
their conversation was   being steered to.
    “Thank you for being so candid with me,” she said.
    “We were happy there for a long time though, weren’t we?”
    “We were,
Jackson
.
The problem was it was all based on a lie.”
    “It really wasn’t.”
    “Are you going to tell me you weren’t cheating on me the
entire time?”
    The silence that fell said everything she needed to hear.
    “Thanks for being honest with me, Jackson. I’m going to go
now.”
    She disconnected and breathed a sigh of relief. He was her
first love; it was natural to think of him from time to time.   But the spark that had existed between them
was gone now.   His decision to cheat was
his alone, and nothing she could’ve done would’ve changed that.   Sutton had repeated that sentence a million
times in her head. This time she truly believed it.
     
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Sutton’s cell phone rang for the second time in a row, and they
both sighed as she tensed in his lap.
      “I should get that.
It might be the hospital.”
    “I know you love your job, pet, but sometimes I find myself
wanting to smash that cellular of yours to smithereens.”
    “Me, too, on many occasions.”
      She slid from his
lap, and he admired her outfit. The discipline corset was made of black vinyl,
accentuated her hour glass figure, and stopped just under her breasts to allow
her round globes freedom. Her dark Hershey’s kiss nipples were one of his
favorite erogenous spots. There was something naughty about watching her do
everyday activities in her corset and four inch black spiked heels with sheer
black stockings that had a seam down the middle.   He massaged the bulge in his pants as he
watched her bend over to retrieve the phone from her purse.   They’d been moving ahead one step at a time,
and now he was ready to move things forward and test her limits.
    He frowned when her face fell, and she began to speak in
hushed whispers.
Sidney
didn’t like to see his pet upset.   She
was strong willed and independent. Which led to people taking
advantage of her strength, in his opinion.   He rose from the couch and made his way
behind. Sutton’s round ass beckoned, and he gave in to her siren’s call. He
gripped her hips tight as he ground into her ass. She gasped, and he smirked
when she struggled to continue her conversation.
    “I-I don’t think we have anything else to say to each
other.”   Her back arched, and her hips
bucked against him when he reached around to tweak her nipples. She let out a mewl , and he bent to whisper into her ear.
    “Get off the phone.”
    “This conversation is over.” She hit the end button on her
cell phone, and he nipped at her neck.
    “Who was that?” he asked.
    “No one important.”
    He frowned. Evasiveness didn’t sit well with him. “Are you
keeping secrets from me now, pet?”
    “N-no, Professor.”
    “I think you are, and that sort of disobedience deserves a
punishment.” Sutton turned to peer at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide
with what he believed was a mixture of fear and excitement.  
    “Go stand by the couch.”  
      They had slowly
worked their way to this more traditional version