Mr Blackwell: Teacher Student Romance Read Online Free

you?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Let me guess. Violence in the family?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘You’d be surprised how often the two go together.’
    ‘That’s why I’m like this?’
    ‘You’re not like anything. You just have … a preference. So do I. You want to be in charge. It makes you feel comfortable. Safe.’
    ‘Do you do this a lot?’ I ask. ‘With men?’
    ‘As often as I can. Please don’t tell me you’re going to get jealous. You’re not going to ask me to be your girlfriend are you? This is just what it is. Sex. Okay?’
    ‘What do you want me to do?’
    She squirms against the rope again. ‘I’m so helpless and vulnerable. I guess you could do whatever you wanted.’
    ‘No. Nothing you wouldn’t like.’
    ‘Well aren’t you the gentleman.’
    I go to the bed and push up her dress.
    ‘You don’t have to be gentle,’ she tells me.
    ‘Yes I do.’
    My hands find her thighs and pull her black panties down.
    ‘I want you to be forceful,’ she says. ‘Take charge. It’s what I like.’
    ‘What if I hurt you?’
    ‘Don’t worry ,’ she laughs. ‘I like to be hurt.’
    ‘You like being hurt?’
    ‘Yes. Pick up that candle.’
    I step back from the bed. ‘Listen. Cassandra. I’m not going to burn you.’
    ‘All you have to do is drop the hot wax on my thighs. Okay? It won’t burn. Just sting a little. Come on. Play the game.’
    I look at the candle. She’s right – a few drops of wax won’t burn. I tip the candle so white wax drips onto her thighs.
    ‘ Oh ,’ she moans, thrashing against the ropes. ‘You can fuck me now. Do it hard. And grab my throat.’
    I put the candle down. There’s sweat on my forehead and my whole body is red hot.
    ‘Not without a condom.’
    ‘In the drawer,’ she whispers.
    The next moment, I’m plunging inside her, watching her thrash against the ropes.
    At first, I feel in control. Totally in control. And it’s the best feeling in the world. I am in charge of this. I am in CONTROL.
    Cassandra is bound to the bed, unable to tease or tempt me.
    I pull out of her and run my hands up her arms, feeling the rope at her wrists.
    Then I push her dress up further, my hands finding her breasts.
    When I plunge back inside, her face softens in pleasure.
    I love this feeling. I love taking charge. And she likes it too. I feel like I’ve discovered something more precious than gold.
    ‘How did you know?’ I gasp, moving inside her. ‘How did you know what I wanted?’
    ‘I … told you,’ she murmurs. ‘You get used to … spotting the types. I can’t put it into words. You’ll spot women like me … in time.’
    I keep moving, loving Cassandra softening beneath me. Yielding to me and letting go.
    But just as I’m about to come, everything changes.
    I’m losing control now and I hate it. My body moves without me wanting to and I can barely stop myself.

10
    I see Cassandra’s eyes close and hear her moan as she comes. I can’t hold back. I move and move and then I come too, in a haze of sweat and adrenalin.
    I fall onto her, breathing fast and feeling like a trapped animal.
    I can’t believe I just fucked a woman tied to a bed. And enjoyed it. …
    And when I came … I was so out of control … what if I’d hurt her?
    I have to get out of here.
    I head to the ensuite, throwing the condom down the toilet.
    Splashing cold water on my face, I stare in the mirror.
    ‘Marc?’ Cassandra calls.
    Christ, I need to untie her. I can’t just leave her there. But then I hear her feet touch the bedroom floor. She must have some way to untie herself.
    I stare at my face, breathing fast.
    ‘Give me a minute,’ I say, feeling very young all of a sudden. A frightened little boy who played with fire.
    I see Cassandra in the mirror.
    She puts arms over my shoulders.
    ‘It can be hard the first time,’ she says. ‘A lot to deal with.’
    ‘First and last time,’ I tell her, slipping away.
    ‘No,’ she whispers. ‘It won’t be your last. You’ll be