Free Love and Language by Cheryl Dragon

and she whimpered as she tried to coax his tongue into her mouth. Finally, he gave in and fucked her hard as his tongue plundered her mouth, and his hands gripped her ass.
    Thrusting through one small release, he felt her body tighten again. Rubbing her clit, he watched her face contort in pleasure as she screamed. Her body arched to him and froze. Inside, her body kept working, squeezing his cock until he snapped. Fucking her hard, he lost control and held her hips as he climaxed with his face buried in her neck.
    “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
    He didn’t want to move, but he had to. Untying one of her hands, he slid from her and sat on the bed. “You’ll tell me tomorrow?”
    She nodded and looked away. Was she lying or had he simply broken the mood too soon?
    “Tell me about the piercing.” She touched it with her free hand. “Did it hurt?”
    He held her wrist. “I’ll tell you everything once you tell me.”
    “So no anal sex tonight?” she asked.
    He exhaled and shut his eyes. How could she be so eager yet so closed off at the same time? “You want it?”
    “Yes. You promised you’d fuck me every way.” She blushed.
    “You don’t deserve it yet. Maybe, once you’ve told me everything.” He’d punish her his way until she came clean.
    “Tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin tonight or for you to have all of this on your mind during your meeting.” She fell back in the pillows.
    “I can handle whatever it is. I’m not a child.”
    “I know that,” she said calmly. “I’m sorry you were bullied. You clearly overcame it well. I love how strong you are inside and out.”
    “I started lifting weights to build muscle. But I still like beautiful things. And I like controlling my sex life.” He ran a hand over her stomach. “I like who I am. I like you, Jane. I want to know all of you so we can move forward and make this real, not stolen time.”
    “I know. It’s just so fast and so intense.” She looked at the clock. “It’s not even ten. If you want to go, I don’t blame you. Sleep in your own bed before your meeting. You don’t need tension from me.”
    He knew that meant there was no hope of getting her to talk until noon tomorrow. “I’d rather stay if you want me to.”
    She stayed quiet.
    “Just nod if you want me to stay.” He couldn’t believe how stubborn she was being.
    Jane untied her other wrist and sat up to get her ankles, but her head never nodded.
    “Fine.” He grabbed his stuff and left the bedroom. Dressing, he couldn’t believe how infuriating she was! He had to be in love, or he’d lost his mind.
    This time there was no bluffing. He left.

 
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Jane anxiously watched the clock and prayed Ben’s meeting went well. It was her slow day with one early class and office hours later. She’d made roast beef sandwiches and gotten the kettle chips she’d seen him eating around campus.
    How could she have let him go home last night?
    She went out to the common area of the English department and got another cup of herbal tea to calm her nerves. If she’d let him stay, odds were she’d have told him everything. He didn’t deserve that pressure or information before such a critical meeting in his career.
    Bridget walked up and poured herself another cup of coffee. “How’s it going?” she asked.
    Jane’s hand trembled as she shook her head as she tried to put honey in her tea.
    “Need to talk?” Bridget offered.
    “Nelson told you?” Jane whispered.
    Bridget led the way to Jane’s office, and Jane closed the door behind her.
    Jane sat down and wanted a glass of wine instead of tea. “Is there some secret dungeon on this campus?”
    “No. There’s no dungeon on campus. Nelson didn’t tell me anything. Ben has come to some of the social stuff, so if you’re closer to him than a friend—and it was sort of obvious you are—then it’s an easy jump to the conclusions that you’re a submissive.” Bridget shrugged and drank her