All Chapters of Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He patted the side of the bed next to him.I padded into the room, dropped the towel, and climbed onto the bed beside him. My legs parted easily. He just watched me, his expression unreadable.“Lift your hands,” he said at last.I obeyed, raising them. He caught my wrists, guiding them upward to the wooden slats of the headboard.“Hold on. Don’t let go.”I nodded, and that amused smile tugged at his lips before he rose, kneeling between my spread thighs.“Wider, toy,” he ordered.The word still jarred me, but I complied, stretching until my thighs trembled.“Now… I think you deserve a reward.” His fingers brushed against my wetness, slow and deliberate.I twisted, meeting his gaze. My voice came steady, though my heart mocked me for pretending this meant more than it did.“In that case, Professor Wilde, I know what I want.”One eyebrow arched. Clearly, I wasn’t following his script.“What do you want, toy?” His voice was even.“Don’t call me that,” I said quietly. “Call me Meg.”For a

After that night with Maxwell Wilde, I thought about swinging by his office; seeing if I’d get invited to his house again. But something had held me back; perhaps a suspicion that Maxwell could be very dangerous. Not for my body, but for my heart.In any case, everything was a bit of a whirl. A week after that night, I headed to Ohio for Thanksgiving with my family. What I hadn’t expected was to bump into Maxwell there—of all places. A run-in at the grocery store near my aunt’s house, a polite exchange, his knowing smile. That brief brush with him had been enough to reignite every reckless impulse I’d been trying to bury. Distance wouldn’t be enough to erase him, I realized.When the holidays ended, I tried to throw myself into normalcy. Finals, graduation, job applications. Then I packed up my things and left campus for good—moving across the country to San Francisco, where a shiny new job awaited me.The weeks flew by in a haze of activity. I had a ton of boring errands to do; the k

“Being submissive,” he said, “is an attitude, Megan. Ask yourself, do you want to be here?” “I do.” “Then, no resentment flaring in your pretty eyes, please. Submit because you want to. I will push you; if it’s beyond your ability to bear, you can stop me by invoking your safeword.” It was good and useful advice. I nodded. “Yes, Professor Wilde,” I muttered. I took a deep breath; nudged myself towards serenity and grace. “Good girl,” he said softly. He leaned forward and kissed me again. “In most dominant-submissive relationships, you behave, you get a reward. Don’t, and you get punished.” He kissed me again. “That was your reward.” He said it wryly. I leaned forward and kissed him back. “Seems like a pretty good reward to me,” I muttered. He laughed. “Don’t initiate,” he said mildly. “Do as you are told; nothing more, nothing less. The pleasure is in watching you obey, watching you fall apart in pleasure as a response to my actions.” I gulped. He moved closer to me, his mouth

“Today,” he said, “I thought we’d try the nipple clamps out, some rope, and a buttplug. Okay?”I nodded. He reached for the rope we’d bought at the sex store, took a pair of scissors from another bag. He quickly pulled out the length he needed, snipping it off. “Stand up,” he ordered. I obeyed instantly. I was going to be good for him today. “Turn around,” he said. I did; I was now positioned in such a way that I was facing away from him. “I’m going to tie your hands together,” he told me. “Clasp them behind your back, please.” His tone was even; the tone of someone who was very secure in the expectation that he would be obeyed. I put my hands behind my back, loosely clasped together. “This will cause some discomfort, but not too much. I’m going to tie your arms together, from your wrists ‘til your elbows.” His voice was calm. His hand stroked my shoulder gently as he spoke. Everything about him radiated competence and reassurance. I nodded again. He started working, staying

“Oh, honey," I cooed.I bent down and kissed his forehead. He reached to take my hand off his cheek but I just raised my other to his neck. I wanted to hold him back, keep him from breaking away. I hated what Brenda had done and wanted to comfort him. I kissed him gently on the cheek. "Carl, I'm so sorry," I pressed my forehead against his. My hands on his cheeks, I gave him a peck on the lips one I know I shouldn't have given. "Please don't go," I said. "Don't do something you'll regret." He relaxed in my hands but kept his fingers curled tightly around my wrists."Elaine..." he said."No," I said. I kissed him again on the lips, trying to keep him in his chair. My bangs brushed over his nose. "Don't leave her, Carl, please, you're so good for her. She needs you." I was whispering into his face, our foreheads touching. His hands reached for my shoulders and we rocked together. "Please," I said. This time he kissed me, a soft hurt kiss, I couldn't hold back anymore, my hands