Page 16 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter fifteen

A Conference For Two

Fletcher

I smile to myself as JR gapes at the hotel lobby, gawking at its huge central fountain and multi-story wall of windows. Our luggage is being delivered to our suite of rooms, leaving us free to explore the adjoining conference center. As we stroll through the vast open space, snippets of conversation draw my protégé‘s attention—comments on polygenic adaptation and remarks about ASE analysis. He’s like an electron, absorbing the energy surrounding him and jumping to higher states of excitement.

“Are there lectures we can attend this evening, Professor?” He peers longingly at a cluster of hotel guests discussing population-scale genomics.

“Nothing until the morning, I’m afraid. Since we’ve already checked in and had dinner, we’re free to settle into our rooms and enjoy the evening.” I guide him toward a nearby elevator.

JR bounces on his toes while we wait for it to arrive. “I guess I could take a shower, or maybe go for a run. Do you think they have a gym here? I’ve gotta burn off some energy or I won’t sleep a wink tonight.”

“I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time.” Many pleasurable activities come to mind. Perhaps one of them will calm the young man—though the thoughts running through my head are making my own heart race.

“I hope they have a pool. Man, this is a fancy hotel!” He gazes through the glass elevator as we ride it to our floor. “Thanks again for inviting me, Professor!”

“You’re more than welcome, Bennett. I’m happy that you’re here,” I say. “Our bags should have been delivered by now. Follow me. Our rooms are connected.”

He lets out a low whistle as we enter the luxurious suite, his eyes widening at the plush living area, gleaming kitchenette, and spectacular view of the city. “Wow, this is amazing.”

I nod in approval as I survey our accommodations. “We should be quite comfortable this weekend. Make yourself at home.”

JR wanders to a doorway and peeks his head inside. “This room has a king-size bed.”

“They both do, and their own master bathrooms,” I tell him. “You may choose whichever room you prefer.”

“I can sleep anywhere.” He shrugs. “Not right now, though. Man, am I amped! I shouldn’t have had that second Kashmiruccino this morning.”

Speaking of a Whole Latte Love … “I’m sure we can find an activity that will take the edge off. Perhaps a conference for two? A personal and private lecture, if you’re interested?”

JR darts his eyes between me and the bedroom. “Personal and private, Sir?”

“Only if you’re in the mood. I brought you to this conference solely for an academic purpose, I assure you. But since we have some down-time this evening—and you seem to have energy to burn—I thought you might be interested in an extracurricular activity.”

“I’m so green, Professor.” The football player looks like he wants to tackle me onto the nearest horizontal surface.

“Is that so?” I arch an eyebrow at him.

“Like an emerald, Sir. Like the Chicago River on St. Patrick’s Day. Like a field of clover—in Ireland— in March .”

“That’s quite green, Mr. Bennett.” Striding across the posh living area, I step into his personal space. “Take off all of your clothes and place them on the chair in the corner, then take off all of my clothes and place them on the same chair. After that, I want you to kneel for me. Will you comply?”

He presses the heel of his hand against the zipper of his jeans. “Fuck yeah.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Language, Bennett. As a general rule, I don’t allow cursing from my subs—but since fucking is exactly what I have in mind, I’ll let it pass with a warning. Now strip.”

JR whips his shirt over his head while he kicks off his shoes and socks. He rips open the fly of his jeans a split-second later, then he tears the denim and his boxer briefs off his long legs. Picking up the pile, he throws it toward the chair in the corner.

“Now, now. It’s not a race. We have all evening, and there are several items on our agenda that I’d like to cover. Pick up your clothes and fold them like a good boy.”

He rushes to obey. “May I take off your clothes now, Sir?”

“Yes, take off my clothes and place them on the chair.” I note the shaking in his large hands as he unbuttons my shirt and pants. From nerves or anticipation? Either way, I love making the enormous man tremble. “So obedient. So ready and willing to do as I say. If I were to tell you to lie down on the bed and spread your legs, what color would you be?”

“Green as fuck, Sir.” He places the folded clothes on a chair and then kneels in front of me, naked and panting.

Is he intentionally disobeying my cursing rule? “That is your second warning, Bennett. Punishments will follow.”

“Oh, fuck .“ He squeezes his eyes shut as he grabs hold of his monstrous cock.

I gaze at my sub speculatively, my own dick giving an eager twitch. “How very naughty of you, and you’re usually such a good boy.”

“I’ll be good, Sir. I swear,” JR begs at my feet.

“I’m sure you will, but I did warn you. Discipline is required.” I stroke a hand through his hair as he kneels at my feet. “Maybe my boy wants a punishment. Could that be it? Do you want me to spank that beautiful bare ass of yours?”

He clings to my leg. “Oh, god. Anything you want, Sir.”

That is the correct answer. “Since I didn’t pack any of my disciplinary devices—and this isn’t the environment I had in mind for that lesson—I will postpone your punishment.” My fingers grip his blond hair as I jerk his head back, peering sternly into his wide eyes. “However, you have tested my limits. I think it’s only fair that I test yours in return. Wouldn’t you agree?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he silently gulps.

“I’ll take that as a yes. We’re going to shower together. You’re going to wash every inch of my body, and then I will wash every inch of yours. You will not come until I give you permission. Do you submit?”

JR nods his head quickly up and down. If he were any greener, he’d be Kermit the Frog.

“Very well, come along.” I grab my toiletry bag from our stack of luggage before walking toward one of the bathrooms, my sub trailing behind me. Turning on the shower, I unpack my shampoo and favorite body wash while steam fogs the tiled room. I hold open the glass door to the huge shower and gesture for him to enter.

He steps under the rainfall showerhead, water coursing over his quivering muscles as his chest rises and falls.

I join my sub in the steamy enclosure, handing him the body wash. “Every inch, Bennett—and don’t use a washcloth. I want to feel your hands on me.”

“May I wash your hair?” he asks.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” I pour shampoo into his huge hands, humming in pleasure when he massages my scalp. “Mmm... that feels wonderful.”

“I like making you feel good, Sir.” He runs his fingers through my hair, lathering it leisurely before rinsing out the suds.

After squirting body wash into JR’s hand, I guide it toward my aching erection, encouraging him to stroke up and down my length. “You make me feel very good, Bennett. I want you to wash the rest of me. You may not touch my cock again until I give you permission, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” The athlete runs his soapy hands over my torso, massaging the back of my neck and then my shoulders. He explores my upper body before he drops to his knees, massaging my legs and feet.

Turning around, I plant my hands against the shower wall. “This side, as well. Every inch, understood?”

“Fu—I mean yes . Sorry, Sir.“ He stands up, pouring more body wash into his hands. His thumbs dig into the tight spots on my shoulders as he washes my back.

My tension melts away as I savor the warmth of the steamy shower and my sub’s attentive care. “Wash my ass now. Take your time.”

JR inhales an unsteady breath as he massages my glutes, his fingers inching toward the crease. His breathing speeds up as he washes the most intimate part of my body.

“You’re doing so well,” I murmur. “Thank you for taking care of me this way.”

“Um... may I put my finger inside you, Sir?”

I look over my shoulder at my kneeling sub. “That may be a reward for another day. It’s your turn to be washed. Sit on the shower bench and close your eyes.” When he obeys, I pour shampoo onto his wet hair, then run my fingers through his soapy curls. While I wash JR’s hair, I gaze at his sweet face, and my heart gives a powerful thump.

He opens his big, brown eyes to look up at me. So much trust shines in them, it takes my breath away.

“Let me rinse your hair, baby boy.” He closes his eyes again and tilts back his head, sighing while I rinse the suds away. “Stand up for me, Bennett. I want to wash your body.”

JR stands before me in naked perfection, quietly submitting as I run my hands over his glorious form.

“I’d like to mark you again. Will you allow it?” When he nods, I drop to my knees. Cupping his muscular glutes, I latch onto a tender patch of flesh next to his groin. I bite and suck on the sensitive area, raising a deep red bruise. Once I’m sure the mark will last a while, I kiss it—and then the massive erection next to it. “Turn around for me. Put one knee on the bench and lean forward.”

JR obeys my commands, bending over so that the firm cheeks of his ass are inches from my face. When I pour body wash into my hands and rub them into his crease, he arches his back, moaning for more.

“You are the sweetest submissive I’ve ever been with,” I praise him as I caress his private area. “You stun me, Bennett. I’m amazed by you.”

He pushes against my fingers, offering himself wordlessly—but I’ve got another pleasure in mind. Running my fingers across his tender flesh, I rinse the last of the suds away.

“Baby boy, I want to test your soft limit. Will you allow me to kiss you here?” I circle my thumb around my sub’s tight hole, placing an open-mouth kiss on one of his glutes.

The football player gasps, leaning over further. His enormous body trembles beneath my hands. “I-I want you to, Sir. Please.”

At last.

Spreading JR’s cheeks, I gaze greedily at his hole. My cock will be the first inside his muscular ass. Tonight—god willing—I’ll finally fuck my sweet sub, marking him in a way that no one ever has before or ever will again.

When I place a kiss on his virgin hole, he lets out a strangled groan, widening his stance. A lick across the tender flesh earns another excited gasp. Grabbing him by the hips, I nibble, kiss, and lick his most intimate area. When he begs for more, the last vestige of my self-control crumbles. I push my face into his sensitive crease, thrusting my tongue inside him.

JR lets out a startled cry, then moans as he arches his back. His body shakes while I explore him with my tongue. The noises pouring out of him only make me want him more. After a handful of minutes, he draws in a sharp breath. “I’ve gotta touch myself. Oh god, I can’t wait. C-can I, Sir?”

“Yes. Stroke yourself, Bennett. I want you to come while my tongue is inside you.” I push my face back into his crease, licking him with the flat of my tongue before thrusting it back inside.

“Oh god, Sir! Oh god.” His hand flies up and down his cock, making slapping sounds. He pants, fighting for air. As he draws close to the edge, his body jerks. “I need to come. I’m gonna come. Fuuuck! ”

Grasping his hips, I continue rimming him as he groans and curses through his orgasm. Once his tremors subside, I give one last kiss to his hole before standing up.

“Come here, baby boy.” I turn off the water and guide my shaking sub out of the shower. After drying him with a soft towel, I urge him to sit while I dry his wet hair. When I place a glass of water to his lips, he swallows gratefully. “You did so well, Bennett. I’m so pleased with you.”

JR nuzzles against me, soaking in the praise. “But I said another bad word, Sir.”

“I forgive you, baby.” I run my fingers through his silky hair, then lean over to kiss the hidden dimple on his cheek. “Especially since that ‘bad word’ is the next item on our agenda.”