“OHHH MY GOD,” I moan, the juices dripping down my chin. “How exactly did you learn all this?” I ask as I take another bite of the best pancakes, with fresh fruit and homemade syrup. We never got around to eating last night since our appetites were craving something other than food. And Peter Parker sure had a way of filling me up with his body. We both fell dead onto the bed, sleep overtaking both of us around the time the sun began to peek through the curtains.
I was woken by his warm tongue caressing my nipple, his finger playing ring-around-the-rosy with my clit. I thought my body wouldn’t be able to orgasm for another month, but his smooth movements worked me up in no time and before I even had both eyes open, I was squeezing them again, moaning, as I came.
I’m sitting in his kitchen, after the most fun shower I have ever taken, as he feeds me the best food ever made for man. And if you care for me to elaborate on fun, it’s because being pounded from behind while your body is pressed up against the cold wall, the chilled tiles on your nipples and pelvis, it becomes naughty, and fucking fun.
I told Peter, the leftovers from whatever he made last night would do, but he insisted on cooking me a breakfast feast. He makes a plate for himself, sitting next to me on the island bar. “I taught myself,” he answers, refilling my coffee as I take another bite, not caring about my manners.
“Like taught yourself? Watch nothing but Martha Stewart, taught yourself?” I mumble through my pancake bite.
Picking up a napkin, he wipes my mouth, while I continue to chew the bite that was two sizes too big for my mouth. “Yes, taught myself. Everything is like science, Gretchen, you just need to master the ingredients to create perfection.” His lips curl at his explanation.
“Everything, huh?” Him and his nerdy science.
“Everything,” he says, his smile turning wicked. “Even how it took me exactly forty-seven seconds to get you to scream my name this morning. Science.” My mouth drops open, un-chewed food displayed for show. “And when you’re done, the exact time it’s going to take to get you out of that towel and wrapped around my cock again.”
Okay. I’ll admit. A little bit of food just fell out of my gaping mouth. Who is this guy? The dominant sex pro with his secret fetish for kink and dirty talk disguised as the nerdy science teacher. We attempt some small talk, which is hard, because we’re both only thinking about what’s going to happen once we’re done eating. Peter looks calm and at ease, sipping on his coffee while my mouth works on the same bite for what seems like hours.
Since I can’t do much, Peter does most of the talking, telling me how his love for cooking started in college when he worked at a French restaurant. He tells me how he grew up in Seattle, has one sister, and two great parents. He loves animals, but his building doesn’t allow them, he doesn’t actually play with test tubes all day, and science wasn’t his first major. Sex Ed was. That’s when my mouth begins to work and I slap him. “No it was not.”
The perfect sound of his laughter fills the room. “No, it wasn’t. I actually wanted to be a veterinarian. But this job fell into my lap. Now, are you done? That last bite is really getting a beating and I have a lot of plans for you so…”
I toss my fork down so fast. “Done.”
He puts our dishes in the sink and offers me the lead as we both slowly, but eagerly make our way back to the sex dungeon. Or his room. Just the sight of his crumpled sheets reminds me of all the ways he took me last night. He comes behind me, his mouth now on my shoulder blade. “Drop the towel, Gretchen.” Him and his demands. They’re like a switch to my arousal, one simple sentence, and I can feel the wetness building between my legs. I use my hands to untuck the material, and the rush of air hits my skin as the towel drops to the ground. I wait for my next instruction, because if there is one thing I have learned about my nerd alert, it’s that he craves control. It’s then I feel his body heat disappear and the sounds of a drawer opening and closing. Back behind me, his breath warms my earlobe.
“Are you allergic to anything, Gretchen?”
Wha— “What?”
His soft chuckle startles me. “I’m joking. I am going to blind fold you, now. Are you scared of the dark?” My throat locks. I shake my head because I’m not sure my words would come out recognizable.
“Good. Stand still.” His arms lift behind me, and before I know it my eyes are being covered by a silky material. Once completely shielded from the light, he grabs my hips escorting me to the bed. My knees hit the bed frame and he instructs me to climb up. I’m kneeling on the bed, when I hear him de-clothe as well, and feel the mattress dip.
He doesn’t have to touch me, for me to know how close he is. His heat radiates into me. My skin prickles with the anticipation of what’s in store. I jump when I feel a cold metal object gliding up my thigh, past my hip. One of Peter’s arms wraps around me, the mystery object, cold and smooth to the touch, grazes over my nipple, in a circular motion.
“What is that?” I ask, but only get his soft chuckle in return.
“It’s nothing like what you’re thinking. I don’t have a secret fetish for the hard stuff.” He brings the smooth metal down in between my breasts, passed my navel and finally begins a slow circular motion on my clit. “It’s just a metal stress ball. It’s supposed to be calming.” Calming is far from what it’s making me. Hot, needy, and aroused would be three better words to describe me right now.
“And what exactly do you plan on doing with that ball, Mr. Parker?” I ask my voice anxious.
He lowers the ball to my sex, swirling it around in my juices. Once saturated, he glides it farther back and puts pressure over my anal hole. The unexpected coldness makes my body shiver, the thought of him invading that area, making me restless, yet sexually stimulated.
“You know, I’ve fantasized about fucking you here. Taking every single part of you. Filling you.” The ball slides back toward my cunt while a single finger lingers. “Is this a new place for you, Gretchen? Foreign for a man’s touch?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
His grip on my hip tightens which tells me my answer pleases him.
“If it’s too much, tell me, remember.”
Oh god, what does he have planned for me? There is no hiding my quivering thighs. I turn my head wanting to witness the storm I know I would find in his eyes. The blindfold restricts my desire, and when I lift my hand to pull it down, his strong fingers deny me.
“Are you ready?” he asks. I nod in approval. I don’t think I would say no to anything he’s going to do to me. I sense his movement feeling his hand press to the middle of my back.
“I want you on all fours. I’m going to bind your feet to each side of the bed. This is so I can see all of you.”
I lower myself in the position he has requested, while feeling his weight on the bed disappear. I lay there in anticipation, as I hear footsteps and then the sound of a dresser drawer opening. I imagine him in his naked glory, his stiff cock full and ready.
He returns and I jump at the feel of his finger sliding down my leg and around my ankle.
“I am holding two ties. One for each leg. I plan on tying your ankles to each bedpost to spread you for me. Do I have permission?”
My insides spasm just at the mental thought. To be so exposed. “Yes,” I respond on a hoarse breathe.
Pressing his knee to the bed, he grabs for my ankle, gently tying the silky material around my foot. Once he’s done, he stretches me so the material can reach his post. He moves to the other foot and same steps. When he’s complete, I know that he’s getting an eyeful. I am completely stretched and open for him.
“You are a sight, Gretchen. A man could get lost looking at you like this.” His hands begin to massage my cheeks, the feel of his cock now rubbing between my ass. I’m trying to control my breathing, but each breath is heavy. He’s barely touched me, but I can already feel the buildup inside me.
“Did you know that each type of emotion lets off a specific chemical in your brain? Neurotransmitters that signal each type of sensation.” Good lord, he’s getting all sexy nerd on me.
With his strong hold on my hips, he grinds into me. Lowering his mouth to the center of my back he continues. “Me touching you like this, it takes thirteen milliseconds for you to form a fantasy in your brain on just what you think I have in mind for you.” His grip slides to my front, one hand beginning to tease my clit, the other grabbing my breast. “Once your brain senses arousal, your mind starts creating sexual images of what you desire more than twenty times faster than a brain that is not stimulated.” He begins to pinch my nipple, all while working his lower finger in a circular motion.
“And, did you know, if I completely stop working your body, and just hold you, gripping your pussy tightly, those images would continue to play, those fantasies, allowing you to climax just by the feel of me and your dirty thoughts?” He then stops, cupping my vagina roughly. My eyes close, the urge to grind into his hand unbearable.
His body is stretched over me, his breath now brushing against my cheek. “What do those images look like right now, Gretchen?” God, so many things. Naughty, shameful things. “Tell me,” he demands, pinching my captured nipple hard enough to cause me to moan.
“I’m… I’m picturing you fucking me from behind,” I pant.
His tongue glides from my chin to the bottom of my earlobe. “What else?”
I am so turned on. My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably. “I’m picturing you being rough with me. Pulling my hair.”
The soft growl from Peter, sends a wash of wetness in between my legs. His hand releases my breast, stretching up to my collar, wrapping around my neck. With his thumb, he finds my pulse, “Did you know, that just by pressing on this little, beating, pulse on your neck while I pound into you can release an endorphin so powerful you can orgasm harder than you ever have in your life? Yours is beating wildly. Do you know why that is?”
I shake my head slightly, unable to move due to the restriction of his hold.
“They say that women fantasize about giving control to their partner. By me putting my hands around your neck, you can sense the empowerment I feel. By knowing I need you so bad, to entrap you this way, sets your natural dopamine receptors on fire.”
My pulse picks up to an erratic state, my breathing more of a pant. Each explanation, I moan, the images so fierce it’s as if I’m masturbating, but in my mind. “Peter, please…” I beg, needing something.
His pressure on my pulse hardens, his cock slowly grinding into me. “It’s exhilarating to think about, isn’t it? All those endorphins, the brain activity, creating a neurochemical cocktail that ends in an orgasm so powerful, it simply takes your breath away.”
I’m so far gone; my legs are shaking as my cunt begins to tighten. He has been verbally fucking my mind since the moment he began talking. My insides are swelling with such arousal without him even being inside me; I can’t take much more.
“Peter, please… fuck me, choke me, I need something…”
He grants me what I need. He aligns himself at my sex and with his tight grip on my hips slams into my sex. I immediately see stars, my orgasm shooting through me. I moan out my release, my insides strangling his cock. His fierce groan of approval only feeds my craving for more.
“That’s it baby, work through it.” He pounds into me, not letting up, knowing my body isn’t satisfied. I’m panting and pushing into him, his balls slapping at the back of me. I feel myself quickly working up another orgasm.
He removes one hand, pulling my cheeks apart, his thumb teasing the tight hole of my ass. “How much more do you want, Gretchen,” he asks, giving me the chance to say no. It’s an unfamiliar territory for me, but every single peak he’s taken me to has been unspeakable. I trust him, and my body craves him.
“More. I want more,” I pant, pushing my ass harder onto his cock. Using the wetness from my sex to lube his finger, he pulls out of me. I feel the tip of his finger at my back hole, and as he slides back inside me, I feel the tip of his finger enter me. “Ahhh…” I groan at the tight feeling. I fight to tell him to stop, but the farther he goes, the more the uncomfortable feeling lessens and something else takes its place. In and out, in and out his finger thrusts matching his cock.
“How do you feel, baby?” He hums, his voice dripping with lust. He hasn’t slowed a bit, each thrust, slamming into me, the ties around my ankles tugging, as my body pushes up the mattress. “Yes, god yes, more,” I beg, I still need more. I’ve never been so turned on, feeling so wild with need. Peter sounds just as lost, as the grunts, the filthy words leaving his throat proving so.
“So willing… So responsive.” He pushes deeper into me, grunting out each praise. Freeing the hold his left hand has on my hip, he leans over wrapping his fingers around my neck. Taking his thumb to my beating pulse, he tightens his grip. “Relax, let it take you.” He breathes into my ear. The uncertainty of this passes quickly and the erotic excitement takes its place. “Fuck, I can already feel you clenching.”
I can’t take anymore. With the erotic pressure I feel from his finger in my asshole, his cock inside my cunt, and the restriction of air to my lungs, I’m about to break. The white spots dance behind my eyelids and just as I feel myself slip, Peter releases my throat and I explode. My orgasm hits me so fast and hard, I’m struggling to breathe for a whole different reason. My sounds guttural as I scream out my release. Peter takes me even faster, more aggressively from behind, freeing both hands, to grip my hips. “Fuck…” He groans, and it’s then I feel his cock begin to pump his release inside me.
Monday rolls around. Haha rolls… Pretty much describes how I’m barely getting around because I can barely walk. I have never in my life been so royally fucked. Well, technically I have, but it was more revolving around job terminations, lack of rent or luck. In this sense, it has to do with every part of my body feeling sore, bruised, and thoroughly sated.
Bringing my hand to my neck, just above my collar, causes me to blush. Knowing, that if my shirt dipped in just the slightest, it would expose a bite mark that was followed by the biggest orgasm I have ever had. My scalp is sore from the way Peter wrapped my hair into his fist and tugged while riding me with all his might, my nipples tender, my ass bruised with his hand print. All the erotic memories of how gentle he was after his assaults, how my body begged and screamed for every single dirty thing he did to me. My cheeks have to be crimson, thinking about the places his tongue explored, and the sounds that left his mouth at how tuned on I made him.
God, my dirty, little science nerd.
“May I ask what’s making you so flushed, Ms. Thompson?” I turn to see Peter standing outside his classroom door. Oh my god, how long has he been there? Embarrassed he just caught me fantasying about him, I throw my hands to my hair, adjusting, and look away.
“Nothing, Mr. Parker. I was just thinking about what I was going to do for lunch.” Yeah far from it.
“Fantastic. I was hoping to eat you for lunch. Are you available, Ms. Thompson?”
I whip his way again, my eyes wide at his boldness. I look around to make sure no one heard him. “You know, you should probably control yourself while at work. It’s not professional to talk to another colleague like that. They might get the wrong idea and report you.”
His casual smile slips and for a split second I see that sadistic smile come through. “Well, that sounds awful. Sounds like that person would get punished for insinuating he wanted nothing more than to taste the sweetest, most perfect cunt he’s ever tasted. While ravaging said owner of that beautiful cunt until she moans my name while coming all over my tongue.” He takes two steps to break the distance between us and leans in, his body heat like a furnace, “Unless you wanted to get him punished. I never suspected you as the sadistic type. If you wanted to do the spanking, you just needed to ask.”
Oh. My. God.
“Hey, Gretchen?”
I jump three feet off the ground and look behind me to see my sister standing there. Oh my shit, how long has she been there?
“Yeah, hey. What’s up?” I don’t look or sound guilty at all.
“You…” She’s looking at me, then at Peter. That faker is standing cool as a cucumber with his hands in his pockets, unlike me who is about to panic and just turn and run. “Um… you left the lunch I made for you in the car. What are you two doing?” She asks suspiciously.
I open my mouth to word vomit, but Peter gets to it first, “Oh, your sister was just asking me if I can demonstrate a volcano explosion on our lunchbreak.”
What the… did he just… that little… I turn to him, narrowing my eyes.
“Oh, well, Gretchen has always had a fascination with things that explode.” Agnes says behind me and a single eyebrow rises on Peter’s smug face.
“Yeah, like people and buildings. Not something lame like a paper mache volcano.”
My sister smacks me in the back, while Peter laughs. “Gretchen, that’s rude. I’ve actually seen one of Peter’s volcanic explosions and they are actually really cool.”
My turn to raise a brow, “Oh, have you now?” Giving Peter my interesting look. Peter doesn’t bat an eye and continues to smile kindly.
My sister goes on, “Oh yeah, it was quite impressive. The way he…”
Thankfully she’s interrupted by the bell, before she goes any further. “Any who. Take your lunch. You should appreciate these more, since you have no money to buy your own. Plus, Ms. Evans is set to return next week, so you need to save whatever money you have. I’m not sure we’ll have many substituting spots once she’s back.” Mood killer, she hands me the lunch sack and I take it. She smiles at us both and turns; heading towards her office. My mood shifts with embarrassment that my sister just outted me for being poor. And, soon now, out of another job. I avoid further eye contact with Peter, lifting my sacked lunch and telling him that I already have lunch plans, I leave him standing there and head into class.
“Oh yes, yes… oh, oh… ohhhhh,” I moan loudly as my orgasm blasts through me. Peter has my legs up over his shoulders as he sucks up my release. “Fuck, you’re good at that.” I breathe and feel the soft chuckle vibrate between my thighs as he gently licks and sucks one last time before dropping my legs and bringing my panties back up my thighs.
“We really need to stop doing this at school. It’s just wrong in so many ways,” I say adjusting my skirt.
“We’re fine. The doors are locked and my super powerful note that says science experiment in action, should keep anyone away.” He bends down kissing my lips. Another peck, “Hey, about earlier, what did your sister mean that you don’t have any money?”
I falter at his question, but finish buttoning up my blouse. “Nothing. Thanks for lunch.” I walk past him, but he grabs my shoulder, “Wait. Are you in some kind of trouble? Do you need money?” I throw his hand off my shoulder, continuing in my escape. “No. I don’t need money.”
“Are you sure, it just sounded…”
“Seriously? Do I look like a charity case or something?” I turn and reach for the handle, but he’s on me. He’s turning and lifting my chin. “I didn’t say you were. But if you need help, I would help you.”
I’m sure he’s only trying to be nice, but it just sets to piss me off. I shrug him off me. “And what, just because my sister says I need money means I’m broke? Seriously, mind your own business.” I turn and begin wrestling with the doorknob.
“What’s your problem all of a sudden? I’m not saying that. Your sister sounded concerned, and that’s what I took from it.”
“Oh, well don’t be, I’m fine. I’m not your problem. We’re fucking, Peter. Nothing else. I don’t need anything else from you.” I finally get the door open.
“What the hell? Gretchen wait…”
“Hey, there you are.” Ben says as I practically tackle him storming out of Peter’s classroom. I bring my hands up so I don’t bounce and fall to the ground.
“Hey…” It takes me a second to register him. “Oh hey! You’re back.”
His smile isn’t as mysterious as Peter’s, nor does it cause that flutter in my chest. “Yeah, crazy court case. Thought I was never going to leave that place. But, I got your notes,” he lifts his hands and waves the two, or three… Okay, five notes I left for him while he was gone.
Completely forgetting about the notes, and him, I fumble with my words. “I, uh… I…”
“Hey, Ben.” I forgot about Peter being behind me until he speaks.
“Hey, Peter. Looks like I’m back right in time for the kids’ science fair. Count me in for volunteering, man.” I look back at Peter, who has his cool kid expression on, but, if you look close enough, you can see the small crease in his eyebrows.
“Well, I’ll let you two boys talk. I have to set up, um stuff.” I turn leaving them both. But it’s not until I close my classroom door that I stop feeling Peter’s eyes burning into my back.