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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews
Educating Rose By Lissa Matthews
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Educating Rose Copyright© 2008 Lissa Matthews ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐295‐1 Cover Artist: Tuesday Dube’ Editor: Leanne Salter All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Dedication To Eliza Gayle for her support, Dilworth Coffeehouse for the endless supply of lattes, Matt for the name, and my family for putting up with me.
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Chapter One “I date women. Plural. I fuck women. I do casual and meaningless. I screw them, dominate them, tease and play kinky sex games with them, and then I take them home.” Through his haze of righteous anger, he caught the stunned surprise and question in her eyes. He knew that accosting her in the storeroom of the campus library was unexpected for her, but dammit, he needed some peace. “Yes, sometimes more than one at a time. Don’t you get it? I don’t date just one woman. It’s not who I am anymore. I can’t. I don’t want that. I don’t do commitment. I don’t do serious. I do secure, intelligent, independent women that are sexually free and unencumbered by notions of long term and happily ever after. “But you…god.” He ran his hand over his face and through his hair in exasperation. “For the fucking life of me, I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t look at another woman without wishing she were you. You, with your big, innocent, questioning eyes. And I certainly can’t bring myself to fuck any of them. My dick shrivels up like a raisin at the thought. Whatever it is that you’ve done to me, undo it. I want you gone from my mind, girl. I want my life back the way it was before you stumbled into it.” “Hmm, you sound a bit out of sorts. Angry, really.” He was taken aback and simply stared at her. How dare she be so nonchalant when he was ready to explode? He grabbed her by the arms
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews and gave her a slight shake. “Hell, yes. Yes, I’m angry. I’m damned angry.” And so god damned hard. “I don’t know what you’re angry about or want from me. I haven’t done anything.” “I want you to let me go. Please, just let me go.” Desperation laced his voice. “I can’t do this. I can’t be him.” “But I’m not holding you, Jack.” Tension flared as their eyes locked. Neither blinked nor looked away. “Damn you, Rose. I don’t want you.” And that was the biggest lie he’d ever told. His mouth came down on hers in a bruising, crushing kiss, and his grip on her arms tightened. He pressed his body into hers, pushing her as far back into the wall as he could. Sliding his hands down to hers, he lifted her arms up over her head. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this wouldn’t make things better, but in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. All he wanted was her. He held her arms with his fingers wrapped around her wrists and slid his other hand down over her hip to grip her below‐the‐knee, not‐the‐ least‐bit‐sexy‐length skirt, and raised it up. She shifted against him and made it easier for him to get at her. He growled deep in his throat, shoved his tongue into her mouth and his hand between her legs. She moaned and pushed herself into his palm. He tugged at her conservative but thin panties, yanking until they ripped away from her body. He let go of her wrists in order to unbutton her shirt. He wanted at her tits. He wanted inside her body. He wanted to punish her for the hell his thoughts of her had put him through. He was hot and ready, his cock as hungry as his soul. Plunging his fingers deep, he pumped them in and out of the heated wetness of her pussy, feeling it slide down his hand. She pulled her mouth from his, leaving them both gasping for breath. “Don’t fight it, Rose. Don’t fight me.” “No, no, I’m…not fighting it. It’s just…”
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews He understood exactly what she couldn’t say, because words escaped him, too. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was with her, touching her, kissing her. They were in public—sort of—and he knew she always arrived at work much earlier than the head librarian or any of the other employees, but still… When she tried to speak, her voice sounded strained, and he briefly wondered if he was hurting her. He should ease up, part of his brain said; the other part told him not to dare move an inch. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest. He liked that. And she was impossibly tight. Two fingers were inside her, and he wasn’t sure he could get in a third. An absurd thought crossed his mind, but he dismissed it outright because she was so wet, so god damned, fucking wet. He moved slowly inside her, pressed in deeper, slid them out, and then shoved them back in forcefully, adding another. He saw the grimace cross her face and the tears that formed in her eyes. She dropped her hands and gripped his shirt. “Does it hurt?” “Yes. No.” She took a few deep breaths. “No.” Jack stared at her. She was obviously as moved by this moment as he was. She never knew he’d been watching her all these months, just as she’d been watching him. She never knew he wanted her, craved her. But she knew now. He’d made sure of it. “Damn, girl.” He ground out the words against her ear before not so gently biting the lobe. She whimpered and wriggled closer, tighter against him, tensing against his body as he rocked hard into her. “Yes, that’s it.” He’d never wanted to fuck a woman so much. She was so responsive, her body so silky hot, burning his hand. He’d be surprised if he didn’t have scorch marks. “Show me how much you want it, Rose.” And she did. Over and over, she thrust against him, fucking his fingers. The heel of his hand ground against her clit as he shoved hard. “Come on, girl. Come for me. Give me what’s mine. Come, Rose.” She came then, all over his hand. She bit her lip. She gasped. She opened her mouth, and he shoved his tongue between her lips and tasted her before tearing away from her again.
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews “Slut.” The anger was back in his voice. He heard it but couldn’t do anything about it. Raw emotion consumed him, and he wasn’t used to it. He hated it. Taking his hands from her body, he took a measured step back, trying to regain some form of composure. Tried and failed. He breathed as deeply as she did, and his dick was harder than it had ever been. “Jack.” Her voice was shaky, and he watched as she steadied herself against the wall, hurt flashing through her eyes. She trembled, and he didn’t dare reach out to help hold her up. “No,” he bit out, his eyes narrowing and jaw clenching in frustration. He heard the coldness in his own voice and regretted it when she winced. He was hot, and he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so he balled them into fists and shoved them in his pockets. When had he become so mean? When had he become capable of treating someone so callously? Not just any someone, but Rose. He desired her. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, it was true. And now…she was smiling. Didn’t she know he was still angry? Didn’t she know that now was not the time to smile at him as if she knew some great secret? What the fuck was going through her head? “Why?” “Why what, Jack?” He shook his head. He knew she didn’t know what he meant or to what he referred. Still, the smile on her face, the glow in her cheeks from the recent orgasm, her disheveled appearance… “You are so damned infuriating, Rose.” She broke eye contact with him and pushed away from the wall. With calm, steady movements, she straightened her skirt, re‐buttoned her shirt, and smoothed her appearance. Like a helpless jerk, he watched her efficient movements, angry at himself, at her, and at the scent of her cum still floating between them, still clinging to him. He wanted to say something, anything, but remained silent. After a few moments, she lifted her gaze to meet his, and he took a small step back. The emotion he read there was too raw, but when she
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews spoke, her voice was strong and cool. “Have a good day, Jack.”
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Chapter Two Jack watched as Rose walked down the hall. He couldn’t understand what it was about her that intrigued him. And now more than anything, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again. Her curves were lush, her eyes bright, and her lips… Her lips were full and just begged to be wrapped around a hard cock. His hard cock. But still, none of that made her any more special than any other women. There was something though. He couldn’t get his mind off of her, and his cock throbbed with need for the mousy, slightly overweight librarian. For a moment he simply stood there, thinking, trying to reason with himself. If he started thinking of her in those unflattering terms, perhaps he could stop thinking about her altogether and get back to the more beautiful, younger, less complicated women he preferred. His body recalled the way she’d responded to him, had thrust against him. She’d been ready, wet and hot for him. And her silken tightness… The memory sent a shiver of lust down his spine. He reached down, readjusted his dick, and forced himself to follow in her footsteps down the hallway. It was almost time for his first class of the day to begin, and the girl in the first row, third seat on the left, had a great deal of extra credit potential. A grin split his face. Oh, yes, potential. Twenty‐something girls with no expectations, no lingering thoughts, no nothing but pure fucking
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews pleasure. That’s what he was missing, what he needed to get back to doing, what he needed to stop himself from thinking about Rose. Rose, with her books and pixie face and lush curves and untapped sexuality. Rose, with her innocent, dark‐chocolate eyes full of untold sensual depths. No, he didn’t need to think about her and was, in fact, not going to think about her anymore. He was done. Period. “Jack? Professor Duncan?” Jack started out of his musings at the soft female voice. He looked down into the face of Mindy, the first row student in his British history class. He tried for a smile, for a speck of interest. He managed only to be annoyed, his stance impatient, his gaze darting here and there, anywhere but at her. What the hell was wrong with him? Wasn’t she what he wanted just moments ago? When was he going to get off this topsy‐turvy roller coaster? “Yes, Mindy?” “Will you be available after class?” Her sugar‐sweet tone. Her long, blonde hair. Her delectably young, slender body with long legs and firm tits, irritated him. Frustrated him. And not the good kind either. Not the I want to jump your bones kind of frustrated. No, it was the get the hell away from me kind of frustrated. “No, I’m sorry. I have a prior engagement today.” “Oh. Well, okay then.” Disappointment deflated her smile. “Perhaps another time,” he said as she turned and headed into the classroom. He walked in and closed the door. The clock on the wall said it was nine in the morning. A whole damned hour to go before he could see Rose again. What a day this was turning out to be. * * * * * “I’m going to take these books upstairs, Rona.” “Sure, doll. Take your time.” Time. Right. If she kept busy, she wouldn’t think about him. Well,
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews okay. She wouldn’t think about him all that much. Just every other second that ticked by. But, if she didn’t keep busy, if she just wandered around, mindlessly inputting data, checking books in, or walking up the stairs to the third floor stacks as she was now, he was in her thoughts more than once every millisecond. On the landing, she turned and walked to the very last row of shelves. The large windows overlooked the university grounds—the green grass of the commons, the imposing brick façade of the administration building, and the classical stone building that housed the History Department. History was the subject Jack Torrence had been a professor in at the university for a number of years after having toured the country, giving lectures on his two areas of expertise…world history, and alternative sexuality. The one lecture she’d attended had been a very casual discourse on the BDSM lifestyle. There hadn’t been a reason she’d gone with her friends other than it was just something to do one night. While they hadn’t seemed interested in anything other than sitting in judgment, she found herself turned on by his dominant energy and the sexual power evident in everything he said, in every move he made. Until that night, she’d never given thought to BDSM, but since then, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, feeling drawn to it. “Lost in thought, Rosie?” So far gone in her thoughts, she turned to face him without first masking her emotions. Jack groaned and curled his hands into fists. “God, girl. Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.” Rose couldn’t speak. She could only stare up at him with lust and want shimmering inside her. The desire for him before their encounter earlier that morning had been a slow throb of wishful hunger, but since then, every moment was no longer slow, or throbbing, or wishful. The hunger had become a painful awareness of need that gathered between her legs. She knew her eyes couldn’t hide it, that he could see it. And right then, she didn’t care. The memory of him talking about bondage and sexual domination
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews floated through her mind. His comments of the soul being freed when surrendered to the will of another tugged at the very heart of her. “Teach me.” The words were a whisper, barely a movement of her lips, but Jack heard them. Teach me. He didn’t have to ask what she meant. He’d known her true nature the moment he’d met her. And if he was honest with himself, which he didn’t want to be, he’d admit her nature, the submissive heart in her, was the reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind. It was the reason she was under his skin so far without ever having said or done anything untoward. It was the reason he felt threatened, the reason he lashed out at her. He couldn’t go back to that place, but his want of her dragged him there. “I can’t. I left that world behind me.” As the words left his mouth, he saw the heat in her eyes fade, and his chest ached. Without thought, he leaned down and kissed her, vowing not to touch her in any other way for fear he’d come undone. He couldn’t stand the thought of a wall between them now, not after the storeroom and her orgasm. At the same time, he needed a wall between them…thick and impenetrable. First, though, he had to kiss her. His tongue slid into her mouth, and he marveled at her wanton response. The perfect melding of tongue and lips. She matched his strokes, and when he sucked hard at her tongue, the groan that escaped her throat buckled his resolve. Jack reached out and gripped her shoulders, pressing her back against the bookshelves. He slowly slid his hands down her arms until they reached her wrists. Wrapping his fingers tightly around them, he drew them behind her back, holding her trapped between his body and the wood behind her. “Is this what you want?” His mouth was inches from hers. He watched as she tried to speak, and her eyes slowly opened. She nodded her head. Jack’s mouth closed over hers again, and his fingers tightened around her wrists. He drank her in, stealing her breath, giving her his
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews own. His heart beat hard against hers, and she arched into his body, pressing herself as close as she could possibly get with the barriers of clothing between them. He would end up taking her as though she were an alley slut, up against the wall, in plain view of anyone looking up through the windows. If he didn’t care about himself in that manner, he needed to care about her. He pulled his mouth from her and let go of her wrists. He stepped back and watched as she tried to compose herself. She raised her gaze to him for a second time that morning, and his gut twisted so tightly he nearly dropped to his knees. “No. I can’t give it to you, Rose. Stay away from me. I can’t give you what you want. I can’t be what you need.” Without a backward glance, he walked away.
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Chapter Three Rose tested the bath water. It was well beyond warm, but not scalding. She’d cried most of the afternoon, curled in her bed, and now simply wanted to soak it all away. She felt battered and bruised, yet he’d not harmed her. Not physically anyway. She dropped her robe and stepped into the tub, sinking beneath the surface of the water and bubbles. Candles flickered in the twilight of evening, offering the only source of light in the small cottage. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was such a fool for having followed Jack here to this small, very exclusive college. Oh, he hadn’t known it was because of him, didn’t know that she had feelings for him. He was her fantasy, her wet dream. She might be naïve, but she had awakened many days since meeting him wet and aching between her legs, wanting relief from more than her own fingers and one of the many battery‐operated toys she’d purchased over the last few years. Her fantasy man had broken her heart. He was much more cruel in real life than he’d ever been in her dreams. Cruel in ways she wasn’t emotionally capable of handling. Tears threatened to spill over again, but she furiously blinked them back, refusing to cry again. “You’re not a schoolgirl anymore, Rose,” she muttered to herself. “Stop acting like a lovesick teenager.” And that was the truth. She wasn’t a young girl. She wasn’t one of
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews the cute little rich girls that filled the classrooms and yet never stepped foot inside her library. She had a master’s degree, having thrown herself into learning, into studying. She couldn’t compete with the other students for his attention, and there was no mistaking their attention to him, and his to them. She observed. She watched. And she buried her head in the books, hoping she could win him another way. Her sardonic laugh bounced around the small room. That plan had so many flaws in it. Those women he liked, that he dated, took to bed and left…she could never be one of those. He didn’t want anything more than that. And what she wanted—what she needed—he said he couldn’t give her, even though his actions earlier in the day had said differently. Why had he left behind what was such a part of him? With sad realization, she knew it was time she walk away from him. It was time she turn in her resignation, pack up her small cache of belongings, and move on. She needed more real‐life experience because all the months of talking online, reading everything she could get her hands on, and quietly attending local fetish gatherings, had prepared her for nothing. The emotional backlash of something as simple as a few hard, forceful kisses, a few minutes of being captured in his hands, a few moments of teasing by his fingers to her first orgasm at the hands of another… She had not been prepared for this. She wanted more of the same and so many other things, and she hadn’t been prepared for that either. With her resolve intact and a hearty thank you to the bath gods, she reached to turn on the tap to re‐warm her cooling water. “You should get out, Rose.” She started and slipped, sloshing water over the side of the tub onto the tile floor. Gripping the edge of the porcelain, she pulled herself up slightly and looked toward the door to find Jack there, casually leaning against the frame, a towel draped over his shoulder. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” “I came in the front door. It was left unlocked. Not very smart, girl. I knocked, but you evidently didn’t hear me. Now, you have two minutes.
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews I am going to warm this up for you.” She blinked rapidly as he walked out of the room. She’d seen the man’s back more in one single day than she had in all the years she’d been stalking him. That thought brought her up short. Stalking him? No. She hadn’t stalked him. Had she? Nah. Really though, had she? Did she still? No. Her brows drew together in contemplation as she thought about it. Following him here. Reading everything he’d ever written on the subject of dominance and submission. Watching him from the shadows every chance she got. Well, hell. Embarrassment burned her already warm cheeks. Then again, maybe it had worked. He was here. In her cottage. Warming a towel for her. And that was after he’d told her to stay away from him. Twice. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was so thrilled that he’d come, she thought she’d probably give in to being confused and irritated at his wishy‐washy ways of the last ten hours. “Your two minutes are up. Out.” “Jack…” “Now, Rose. I will not repeat myself again.” He didn’t smile. Because of the shadows, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He held the towel up and raised an eyebrow. Surely, he didn’t intend for her to get out of the tub in front of him. Naked. Even though naked with him was what she really, really wanted. “Rose.” His tone of voice held a note of warning, and given the fragility of him actually being in the room, she didn’t want to test him. She lowered her gaze, hid her smile, and rose from the cocoon of the water. He was there in one long stride, wrapping the towel around her. She sighed in bliss at the warmth, but whether from him or the towel she refused to ponder. In silence, Jack dried her skin, and she simply stood there. He left no part of her untouched, and if not for the fact that she could smell him, that his hair brushed against her flesh, she would have almost believed that it was a dream.
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews “I started a fire in the living room. It’s supposed to be cold tonight. You’ll need the cottage warm.” “Th‐thank you, Jack.” She didn’t know what else to say. “From now on Rose, when in private, you will call me Sir. Only in public are you allowed to use the name Jack. Understood?” Call him sir? Oh god. Was he serious? What had happened? Was this really happening? Here in her small bathroom? “Earlier, though, you said you couldn’t…” Her voice trailed away as he dropped the towel to the floor and stood behind her in silence. Heat radiated off his body, and even though he no longer touched her, she could sense that being quiet was the prudent thing to do. “I did say that. I have changed my mind.” He put his hands on her naked shoulders, and a shudder went through her. “Answer me, Rose. Do you understand?” “Y‐yes, Sir. But why?” She bit her tongue as soon as the question left her mouth. She’d tried but couldn’t keep the question to herself. He flexed his hands and dug his fingers into her, not painfully, but forcefully. His head lowered, and his lips brushed her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Because I can and…because you need me. A man like me can’t resist a need like yours, no matter how much I should.” He trailed his lips down her neck, and his teeth sank into the curve of her shoulder. She winced and moaned, and he smiled against her skin. “W‐why should you, J—Sir?” She hated that she kept stuttering every time she tried to speak. He chose to ignore that query. “Come.”
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Chapter Four Rose had no choice but to do as Jack said when he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and turned her, steering her out the bathroom door toward the small living room. “I need to get dressed.” “No.” “But, Jack!” He stopped in the hallway and slapped her ass with the flat of his hand. She jumped and tried to spin in his hold to face him, but he held her neck immobile. It didn’t hurt, but it stung. “That wasn’t hard, but you will learn to take much more than that. You do not yet know your limits, but we will find them together. Do you know why I spanked you?” “Y‐yes.” Her voice was but a whisper, the shock of his slap still reverberating inside. “Yes, what, Rose?” “Sir. Yes, Sir.” “Good girl. That’s better.” He urged her again toward the living room. Once there, he stood her in front of the fire, her back to the flames, and pulled a footstool before her and sat down. For long moments, he simply stared at her. She wondered what he thought of her full curves and large breasts. “J—Sir, please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for, but… “Don’t think I don’t know.”
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews “Don’t know what, Sir?” “What you’ve been up to these last few months.” He reached out and ran his hand up the outside of her thigh. She trembled when he slid his palm around her back and down her ass. Rose stared at him, wondering what he was talking about. So many things ran though her head, but the longer she looked at him, looked into his eyes, it dawned on her. “Yes, missrosy37. I know all about you.” Oh god. “How? How could you know?” Jack laughed. “How could I not? Such sweetness. Such charm. Such innocent and factual knowledge. How could I not know it was you?” “Were you spying on me, Sir?” Two could play this game. “No. I don’t play games. I don’t spy.” “Oh.” Rose’s cheeks heated, and she lowered her gaze to the floor. The warmth from the fire behind her only added to the heat flooding her body. Embarrassment and arousal also fueled and flamed her. She still couldn’t grasp that she was standing in front of this man, naked with him still dressed. He sat so close he was able to touch her. She could feel his breath on her. How could this all be happening? What, exactly, was happening? “I am going to give to you, to show you what it is you have been asking for.” “Oh.” She didn’t realize that she’d actually asked the question. “For a girl that always has so much to say, so much to interject in the anonymity of the Internet, you are certainly very shy about all of this in person. Spread your legs a bit.” Where was her bravado? Why was she so shy speaking in person? Was it because of him? Was it because of her lack of experience? She was always quick with a quip and a remark, a laugh, a smile, some sort of informed response…online. But here, alone, face‐to‐face with him, with the side of him that she’d secretly desired, she was tongue tied. She shifted her feet and opened her legs. Heat licked up her thighs. “I, along with another dominant friend, am the one that created the Web site, the message board that you visit. I’m surprised you didn’t know
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews that.” He trailed his fingers up and down her inner legs, coming close to, but not touching, the tight, throbbing folds. “In all your time researching me, watching me, how could you not have known that it was my Site you were on?” “I…” She had no answer. Jack laughed softly. “How very disappointing, Missrosie.” He tickled the outer lips of her pussy with his fingertips then grasped them, pulling them, pinching them together. She swayed. She moaned. She was so ready, so full of need for him. He could take her any way he wanted, and she wouldn’t resist. He pulled down on those lips between her legs. “On your knees. Spread them wide. Arms behind your back, and cross your wrists.” She knelt. She had never done so before for a man. She’d read about it. She’d talked about it. But she’d never done it. It was as if she were dreaming, watching herself do this, experience this. He forced his feet between her knees, and he spread them with pressure from his legs. She was exposed and open, and where more embarrassment should have been, there was only awe. She crossed her wrists behind her back. The position thrust her breasts out toward him. He accepted the invitation and took her nipples between his fingers…tugging and twisting them. The pressure he exerted brought a wince, and a hiss from her lips. “Have you ever been fucked, Rose?” The question was asked in such a casual tone that it caught her off guard, the haze lifting slightly from her mind. “No, Sir.” “Never?” There was surprise in his voice, and the satisfaction was evident in his eyes. He gentled his touch. A wave of reality hit her. She was technically a virgin, if one took it as not ever having had sexual intercourse with a man. But… And she’d never broken the sheath of skin inside. Still… “On the boards, you talk about toys as though you are very experienced with them.” “Yes, Sir. I have some.” She wanted to cover up, to run and hide.
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews He didn’t deal with virgins. He liked loose women, no commitment. How could an untried and untested virgin compete with them for a man like him? “Some?” He chuckled. “The way it reads in your posts, you have more than just some. Have you given a blowjob? Have you had a man’s mouth between your legs?” “Yes, Sir.” How much more would he ask about her secrets? And when would he tell her more about his own? Like why he left the lifestyle he was so passionate about. Why he was here now. She wanted this, wanted to be led into a life of sexual pleasure and submission. Not only led, but led by him into that world. The silence lengthened between them until she sucked in a breath. He still tormented her nipples, pinching them between his fingers, the edges of his nails digging into her. Yes, oh yes, she thought, tilting her head back and closing her eyes, reveling in the sensations. She craved a little pain with her pleasure. “If we do this, we do this right and all the way. If you agree, I will own you, keep you. I will train you for me and for anyone else I desire to share you with. I will use you, hard, and at times without mercy, but never against your will. You will dress for me. You will be naked for me. You will shave this sweet pussy for me. You will defer to me always. You will be collared, marked. “And…you will be wet, hungry, aching, and fucked whenever, wherever, and however I wish. You will be the slut that your eyes and your delicious curves hint at. You will be mine.”
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Chapter Five Rose’s eyes widened with every word he spoke. Her body hummed with arousal. She was already hungry for him, for every vision his words created in her mind. “I don’t want your answer now. We will spend the next two days together. Monday morning is when you will say yes or no. Do you have any questions?” Could she even find her voice? He wanted to wait until Monday? She already knew the answer. Two days wouldn’t change it. “In the library, you said you had left this all behind you. Why?” “The last submissive that I was training didn’t say stop, didn’t say no, didn’t cry out, didn’t use her safe word, nothing. Her pride was worth more to her than her well being. She thought that the more she could take, the more I would want her, the more prized she would become to me and to other dominants. It broke something inside me, and I had to walk away.” “And that is why you said you couldn’t be what I wanted and needed.” “It is.” “Yet, you’re here.” “I am. Wanting you irritates the shit out of me, but it also started to heal me. And that, my Rose, is all you need to know for now.” She wanted to ask more, to keep him talking. She loved his voice, the darkness in it, the depth of it. She loved his size, the heat from his
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews hands, and the penetrating stare of his eyes. She loved him. “No. No more talking.” His smile was indulgent. “I can read you better than you think I can. You can’t hide from me. For at least the next couple of days, everything you are and think and do belongs to me. Including that mouth of yours.” His smile turned wicked as he let go of her nipples. “Up on your knees, but keep them spread.” He stood and unfastened his jeans, lowering them to just below his hips. His cock was hard against his stomach, and with one hand he held it at the base, tilting it toward her. He slid the fingers of his other hand into her hair and pulled her face closer. A hiss of breath escaped him at the first touch of her lips. Her mouth opened without hesitation, and the head disappeared inside. With slow, languid strokes of her tongue, she showed him her need for him. She drew him deeper into her mouth until her face pressed tightly against his body. Hair tickled her cheeks, and both of his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her along his cock. She sucked, and she licked. She kissed and savored. She left no inch of him untouched. He pulled her mouth to just the tip, and she suckled there, nursed with absolute devotion. “You will sleep like this at times, down between my legs, my softened cock in your mouth.” She moaned around him at his words. He closed his eyes against the sensation of her lips and tongue, of her ability to take him all the way in. She was pressed tightly against him and, with her hands still behind her back, her nipples rubbed against his legs as her breasts swayed with the motions from his hands leading her, showing her what he wanted. She was as hot as he’d ever imaged she’d be, and he knew that before it was all over, he’d be the one torched beyond recognition. Opening his eyes, he looked down to find her dark gold eyes looking up at him. He smiled and shoved the whole of his cock across her tongue to the back of her throat. He held her there, felt her breath exhaling roughly through her nose and felt the insides of her cheeks draw in and press tightly against the shaft.
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews “Oh, yes, girl.” Her teeth scraped against his hardness as he let go of the pressure on her head, and she inched closer. He was amazed at her willingness to follow his orders, his direction. She was a natural, open submissive. She needed to be helpless against him, needed to be absolved of responsibility for her desires and only left to feel, to simply be who she was. His. “Will you swallow it, Rose?” He knew he didn’t need to ask. She would swallow, she would drink, she would wear it if he told her to. He pressed her face against him once more then pushed her head back until only about half his cock was between her lips. His fingers caressed her cheeks as his hips pumped his cock into her mouth. The tight hold she had on him with her lips added friction to his thrusts. He wrapped one of his hands around the base of his cock and stroked. “Open your mouth. Now.” The words were ground out as the first shot of cum surged across her tongue. Her mouth opened as the second spurt erupted. He watched it gather in her mouth. He held her head immobile, and her gaze drifted between his and the hand on his cock. When the last drop released, he pulled back from her and slid his fingers down to her chin, closing her mouth. “Swallow.” He watched as she did so, her throat working, her eyes never leaving his. He saw the lust in her face, the small grimace as it went down. He couldn’t help but smile at that. “You’ll get used to the taste.” She nodded and licked her lips, watching as he pulled his jeans up, leaving them unfastened. He bent to help her stand, rubbing her arms to ease any aches she had from having them behind her back for so long. “I know your legs are sore and stiff. You’ll get used to that position, too.” “Yes, Sir.” “You’ll get used to a lot of things. Another of which you’ll start now…my going to bed with you.” He turned her around and playfully swatted her rear, urging her in the direction of the small bedroom. “I’ll be
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews in shortly. Stay naked, Rose. You’ll be warm enough.” She didn’t argue, didn’t resist. She didn’t do anything but scurry away to the relative safety of her room for the few moments she had to be alone before he came in. So much had happened to her in the last hour. More than the last hour. The whole day. Yesterday, she was a normal, closet submissive girl with hidden desires and fantasies she thought she was sharing anonymously online. Now, she was out of the closet with the dominant man of every girl’s dreams, and she wondered for the first time if maybe she wasn’t just a bit out of her element. She crawled into the bed and curled on her side, facing away from the door. She was scared of the next two days, of her fantasies becoming reality. She was afraid of disappointing him, of finding out she wasn’t cut out for what she desired. She touched her lips with her fingers and smiled softly, closing her eyes. She could hear him moving around in the living room and knew the moment he’d stepped into the bedroom. The air became charged with his energy. In some odd way, she was comforted that he was there. She felt safe, and when the bed dipped with his weight, she no longer felt uncertain. She was meant for this. For him.
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Chapter Six “Are the ropes too tight?” Rose tugged and pulled at the bright pink silken ties. She couldn’t get free, but he’d made sure her circulation wasn’t cut off either. “No, Sir.” In lieu of a padded spanking bench, Jack had her bent over a pallet of blankets spread out on the kitchen table. Her feet were spread and her ankles tied to the table legs. Across the table, her wrists were bound together then tethered to the opposite legs of the table. “What’s the word, Rose?” “Red, Sir.” “Good girl. Use it.” He tested the weight of the flogger in his hand. The tails were made of wide strips of suede and the handle of braided black leather. It wouldn’t sting her skin as much as a thin‐tailed flogger would, and he felt it a good beginning for her. He trailed it along her back and the flesh of her ass. The softness brought a moan from her throat the way a caress of a lover’s hand would. He liked that. She was responsive and, at the moment, she wasn’t scared of him or of what was to come. He hoped she wouldn’t ever be. Raising the flogger, he brought it forward against her lower back. She arched into it. He did the same thing again, though this time bringing the tails down lower, and again lower the next time. Over and over he brought the flogger down on her back and ass and the backs of her upper thighs, and each time, she flowed up into it. Her moans grew louder, more
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews guttural, and when he trailed his hand up the inside of her thighs, he found wetness, heat. “You’re enjoying this, my Rose.” And she wasn’t the only one. He was as hard as a rock. He lifted the flogger again and landed it between her shoulder blades, then trailed the tails down her back, sliding the handle between her legs, pressing it against her clit. Her head jerked up, and she let out a strangled cry. Rose couldn’t get a hold on all the sensations floating through her body. Each blow impressing itself on her, inside of her, one right after the other. She was overcome by the hunger for more and the idea of always. Each swing and contact of the flogger on her skin released parts of her that she’d hidden away. Her soul inched toward freedom with each strike of the suede against her skin. She was opening, responding, finding her place. She was there and yet, she was outside herself, floating, watching. Sweat broke out on her body, and she pressed her face against the cool wood of the table. “Rose?” She heard the concern in his voice, and a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “Ple—please don’t stop. More.” The word had barely escaped her lips when a barehanded blow landed on her right ass cheek. She grunted. Another strike landed on the other side. She groaned. Over and over, he spanked her ass, each succeeding blow harder than the last. She felt on fire. Tender pain set in. And then his fingers were inside of her. Caressing her. Teasing her and stroking her. She moved her hips as best she could, trying to get more from him, get more of him. “That’s it, girl. You can’t hide from it.” She heard a hum as though from a distance, and then…she felt it. He pressed a vibrator hard against her clit as he slid the end of the flogger just inside her. She exploded. Her scream sounded through the room, bouncing off the walls. Wetness slid over her pussy lips and down her thighs. It was everywhere, this cum that had been building inside her for
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews who knew how long. And it was his. “Such a good girl.” Jack stroked her, and she purred. Her back was tender, and his hands were soothing. He gripped the back of her head and lifted her face from the table, sliding the flogger inside her mouth. She automatically started to suck it clean. He left her line of sight after long moments of gently sliding the end of the flogger in and out of her mouth. She heard a chair scraping across the floor, and it creak with his weight. It was an odd thing how her hearing sharpened when she couldn’t turn to see what was going on behind her. She felt his breath then, hot against her inner thighs, hotter still against the wetness of her pussy. He glanced his fingers over her still quivering folds, her tender clit, and a moan parted her lips. Leaning close, he tasted her, licking the length of her slit. With a finger coated in her juices, he pressed it against the opening of her ass. She lifted her hips and pressed against his finger as best she could. She was at once humiliated at him seeing her so up close and hungry for his invasion. Her own fingers and toys were all that had ever been inside her ass, and she was desperate to feel more than that, to be taken so basely. Thought fled her mind as his mouth clamped down on her cunt and his finger pushed inside her. The hole was tight, and he slowly finger fucked her, his lips and teeth stimulating her clit. Her keening cry rent the air as her ass clamped down on his finger as every muscle in her body tightened at the exquisite agony of the orgasm. He stayed with her, soothing her with his tongue until she quieted, then he extracted his finger from her and lifted his mouth, placing a soft kiss on each of her ass cheeks. “Let’s get you bathed, baby girl,” he said as he walked around the table and untied her bindings.
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Chapter Seven Jack sat staring into the fire, listening to the rain falling outside the cottage. He needed to get a handle on his emotions. For the entire day, he’d introduced Rose to the lifestyle that he loved so much. He’d flogged her, bound her, and gagged her. He’d bathed her then endured as she’d bathed him, ending up on her knees with his dick in her mouth, sperm shooting down her throat again. He’d put her on her hands and knees to crawl behind him as he led her by collar and leash inside the house and outside in the yard, drawing excitement and humiliation from her. She’d been put through her paces, and he’d used her hard, pushing her, testing her, and she’d never once uttered her safe word. He was in his element, lust and need penetrating every pore of his being. This was where he belonged, towering over a kneeling girl that had surrendered herself body and soul to him. Rose was that girl. She’d proven herself over and over and was eager for more. She had re‐awakened him, the dormant dominant that he thought long dead. Jack smiled. She would pay with more bliss than she could ever have imagined. He looked down. Rose lay at his feet, her fingers lazily stroking the drenched folds of her pussy while her full tits swayed with clothespins adorning her nipples. She’d hissed in protest at first, but it had only spurred her on to higher heights of pleasure. He’d allowed her a nap between their sessions of play, and for that privilege she now masturbated
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews for him. She no longer stammered in his presence. She was no longer shy about being naked in front of him. And she was beginning to feel the ache more and more. The slut in her clawed to get out as evidenced by the wetness he’d touched and tasted for more than twenty‐four hours. Lifting his booted foot, he settled it lightly on her stomach. He caught the arousal in her eyes when she looked up at him. Her fingers kept up their teasing until he slid his boot down to meet them, placing the pointed metal toe on her clit. She sucked in her breath and moaned. “Yes,” she whispered. She responded with scorching heat every time he touched her, and every time he looked at her, his heart kicked into high gear. He rubbed his boot back and forth on her clit, and she humped up against the rough sole. “Shameless little slut,” he murmured, more pleased than he could say. He was an accomplished lover, skilled in things the average man would balk at, expert in things the women in his life secretly hungered for. But this girl writhing on the floor left him hungering, left him coveting. And he coveted her virginity. He coveted being her first cock. He coveted being the first to come inside her body. He coveted being the one and only man to possess every inch of her. Mind, body, and soul. He removed his boot from her body and was rewarded with a whimpered plea. “Crawl into the bedroom, girl, on your hands and knees.” “But, Sir?” “Now.” “Sir, please, please...” He forced himself not to smile. Her pleading was so adorable in the face of being taken to the edge and not pushed over. “I will not say it again, Rose.” The pout that ensued would at another time have resulted in a discipline session, but not this time. His desire for her wouldn’t allow it. He would control his ardor later. He promised himself this. But for now… She sighed in frustration and rolled over on her side and moved up on all fours. She crawled toward the bedroom, and he shed his clothes as he followed. By the time she reached the side of the bed, he was dropping
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews his second boot on the floor and shucking his jeans and boxers. She knelt there, her head turned to the side and stared, mouth open, eyes wide, and cunt drooling. “Oh god,” she whispered. He was huge. His body bigger and darker naked than she’d ever imagined. The hair on his chest and arms and legs was black as night, as was the line of hair that traveled down his belly to his cock. Oh god, oh god, oh god. He was…hard. And though she’d had it in her mouth, it was somehow different. Seeing his whole body naked made his cock appear larger, harder. She swallowed past the tight lump in her throat and forced herself to raise her gaze to his face. “Glad you like what you see, girl.” She knelt there mute and could only nod. Oh yes, she liked what she saw. “Up on the bed.” “Y—yes, sir.” Jack walked toward the bed, lazily stroking his cock. She clawed her way up to the mattress and lay down in the center of it. He stood at the side and raked her up and down with his gaze. He put his knee on the bed between her feet and lay down on top of her. Her legs immediately wrapped around his hips, and her arms stretched out above her head. Was it instinct, this submission, this hunger to be taken, held, free within bondage? Her mind screamed a resounding Yes! “I have shown you pain, and I have shown you pleasure.” He flicked the clothespins still attached to her nipple. “I am going to show you something more.” He nibbled the side of her breast, trailing up her neck to the place where her pulse beat. He bit down and suckled. She arched up into him and tightened her legs around him. He was going to have sex with her. He was going to make love to her. He was going to…to…fuck her. At the thought of the word, that single, four‐letter word, she felt herself letting go of what little was left of her inhibitions. It was such a crude word, yet it fit every definition of what she had
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews longed for. Raw and indecent use. Belonging. And love. It even signified love in the most primal and possessive way. It was her salvation. “Say it, Rose. Ask me for it.” His lips brushed against hers. His fingers caressed her face in a soft and tender gesture of affection. She loved him. “Fuck me, Sir.” “My name, Rose. Just this once, in this moment, say my name.” His lips hovered over her mouth, his eyes fiercely locked on hers. “Fuck me, Jack. Fuck m—” Her words cut off as he took her mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue plunging in, stealing her breath, stealing her ability to do anything more than feel. He lifted his hips slightly and settled the head of his cock at the opening to her body. Her legs tensed, flexed against him. Slowly, he took his lips from her. “Relax, Rose.” When Jack felt her hold loosen, he started to slide inside her. Hot, slick honey made just for him. He pressed forward, deeper, harder. He watched her beautiful face change in expression as she stretched and molded around him. Resistance met him. “Look at me.” Her eyelids lifted open. Tears fell. He pushed hard, eliciting a cry from her. There was momentary stillness as she focused once again, and then the bliss in her eyes was back, mingled with pleasure, astonishment. He was inside her, all the way. “That’s my girl.” And he knew it to be true down to the very marrow of his bones. His lips descended on hers again, and his tongue fucked her mouth as his cock fucked her body. Slow, easy strokes and hard, fast strokes merged into steady strokes. He couldn’t remember ever being inside such a tight pussy. She thrust against him on each press of his hips. His chest pressed into her breasts and pushed the clothespins into her skin. He lifted slightly and looked down at her. “Give me one of your hands.” She did, and he took her middle finger into his mouth, sucking on
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews it, then lowered it between their bodies. “Rub yourself for me.” He looked down and watched her hand moving in circles without the slightest hesitation. Her knuckles brushed the hair above his cock. The sight was incredible. This virgin girl with all the experience and sass of a slut was a sight to behold. He slowed when he noticed her quivering. He stopped altogether when the orgasm broke over her and her body went rigid. She pulsed around him, and at the height of it, he pulled the clothespins from her nipples. She gasped and cried out at the added sensation, at the pain of the blood rushing back in. He removed her hand and fed her finger between her lips, watching her suckle it. “Beautiful Rose.” He leaned down and kissed her then, nestling back down against her and made love to her. She was the balm to his soul, and he couldn’t fathom going back to a life without her. Sure, she was always around, but not like this. And yeah, he’d watched her online, had found pleasure in her eagerness for knowledge, pleasure in her innate ability to know what true submission was without having experienced it. He’d also found frustration in wanting her, lusting for her surrender in submission, while at the same time unable to imagine going back to that life. Being with her over the weekend had shown him that he couldn’t imagine not going back to that life…especially without her. “This is the wrong time. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, and you’re not able to think clearly, but, I need your answer now.” Need was an understatement. “Now, Rose.” “Yes. Take me. Keep me. Own me.” He shuddered. “You’re sure?” “I’m sure, Sir.” He smiled. His hand came up to gently wrap around her neck. “A collar will go here. It will not come off, Rose.” “Yes, Sir.” He moved his hands to her breasts. “These will be pierced.” She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.” He pressed his body so tightly to hers his pelvis rubbed her clit. “You will be pierced here, too.”
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Educating Rose by Lissa Matthews Eyes widened in anticipation. “Yes, Sir.” “And oh so many other things, Rose. There is not an inch of your body that will not know my ownership, my touch, and my mark. Be very sure that this is what you want, what you need, what you crave. Be sure you want the thorns, my Rose. There will be no going back.” “Yes, Sir.” The answer was given without hesitation, and possession flowed through him. He came with a roar and a shout. He shot his load inside her body. Inside the body that was now his. He flooded her. He claimed her. “Mine.” And he kissed her ever so gently, ever so tenderly. * * * * * His. Rose lay next to him, watching him sleep. His hair was ruffled, and a growth of beard shadowed his strong, handsome face. In so few hours, so much had changed. Everything before the last two days was a blur, another lifetime ago. She had longed for a different life since hearing him speak for the very first time, and it was only beginning to sink in how very different things were going to be. Would she still work at the library? What would a collar be like? Who were those that he said he would share her with? She had so many questions, and only he had the answers. What would he do if she woke him up to ask? She tugged at her bindings and nudged him. There was only one way to find out… The End
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Author Bio Lissa Matthews is thirty‐something and lives in North Carolina with her family and three very moody cats. As a lifelong writer and reader, she invites you to journey with her through the erotic and romantic explorations of her imagination. Please visit her Web site http://www.lissamatthews.com
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