Page 38 of Vesper Martinis

Wesley turns his head and looks at me with a soft, soft grin on his lips.

“What?” I ask nervously but with a smile.

“Nothing.” He looks me up and down. “You just look really hot today.”

I run my hand through my hair as I grin. I wore a black turtleneck, black slacks, and a grey blazer. With my glasses, it’s very much a school professor aesthetic. Though I didn’t wear them intentionally, I do have a few ideas on what to do this afternoon. Given how I look, that might be fun.

I lean into him, whispering in his ear, “Do you want to play?”

I feel him shiver, and that makes me smile.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes.

I lead him to my bedroom, which is to the left of the kitchen. I push my shoulders back and walk with a sense of confidence. I look back and see that Wesley’s eyes are on me as he follows me.

Good boy.

After entering my bedroom, I shut the door and turn to see Wesley, hands in pockets, now surveying the bedroom. It’s similar to the living room but with mostly blue tones instead of black and white.

It’s got a four-poster bed with the plushest mattress. And I’ve got toys in the drawers of my nightstands.

“So, what were you thinking of doing today?” Wesley asks, taking his hands out of his pockets and rubbing them together. I can tell that he’s a little nervous as he bites his lip.

“Well, first…” I walk to him and hold his face, bringing our lips together. Brushes him every so lightly before I press deeper. Our mouths open, and I push my tongue inside, playing with him, stroking his tongue with my own. Suddenly, the air in the room is swimming with lust and the temperature is up by a few notches.

I pull back from a panting Wesley and run my finger down the middle of his chest to his belt.

“You ever role-played before?” I ask, tugging at his belt.

He shakes his head.

“Would you like to try?” I ask.

He nods his head.

“Good,” I say, leaning my head to his ear and explaining what we’re going to do.

“Now be a good boy and kneel,” I say, then undo my belt.

Wesley drops to his knees and looks up at me through his lashes.

Goddamn, I’m not going to last long if he keeps looking at me like this.

I take out my cock and run it over his lips.

“Don’t suck yet, Boy,” I tell him.

“Yes, Professor.” He breathes, and I inwardly grin.

I don’t show how happy I am because I’m the naughty professor dealing with a problem student. I tap my cock against his lips a few times before saying in a deep gravelly voice, “Open.”

Instantly, Wesley’s lips part, and I sink down into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, gripping the back of his head and fucking his face.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” I groan.

Wesley tries to nod, but between my grip on his head and my cock in his mouth, he can’t move.