Page 18 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter seventeen

Wake-up Call

Fletcher

I reach out a fumbling hand to silence my phone’s alarm. Whoever invented the snooze button was a saint. Sighing in contentment, I nestle back into my soft pillow and the warm blanket surrounding me.

When the alarm beeps again minutes later, another hand reaches across me to smack it into silence. A muscular arm wraps itself around my torso, pulling me back into a firm, warm body. Ahh... Bennett is my blanket. Relaxing against the sleeping man, I recall the last moments of the evening before.

I had gone into the bathroom for only a minute, but it was enough time for JR to fall fast asleep. I’d come back to find him sprawled on his back, mouth slightly open, snoring quietly. I could’ve gone into the adjoining bedroom to sleep, but my luggage and toiletries were already in this one—it seemed silly to move them. After plugging my phone in to charge, I’d set an alarm and nudged my unconscious sub over. And that, as they say, was that.

As the first morning rays peek through a slit in the curtains, the enormous football player cuddles into me, nuzzling my neck and mumbling in his sleep. It would be cute if it weren’t for the obscene amount of morning wood pressing into my back. Honestly. It feels like an ancient redwood tree is planted against my spine.

The previous evening had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced. JR had been so trusting with his body, so courageous. Though we’d started the bedroom’s ‘private lesson’ on somewhat shaky ground, the way we’d finished had been earth-shattering. It’s unparalleled, the faith my sweet submissive has shown me. He deserves a reward—and I know just the one to give him.

After uncoiling myself from JR’s sleeping body, I slide down the bed until I’m face-to-face with his monumental morning wood. Good lord, someone should count the rings on this giant sequoia. If it were any bigger, it would have to be registered with the U.S. Forest Service. Circling my hands around its thick base and my lips around its head, I set a slow but steady pace. The undergrad may think the best way to wake up is with a Kashmiruccino, but thankfully his professor knows better. I’m about to give him a Whole Latte Love.

“Fletcher,” he moans under his breath.

I smile around the head of his cock, pleased that my sub is keeping last night’s promise, even in his sleep. As I increase the pressure and pace, he mumbles incoherently. This should wake him up faster than an alarm clock—and he’s unlikely to hit the snooze button.

“Wha..?” JR yawns before gazing down in confusion to where his morning wake-up call is taking place. “Professor?”

I hum around the thick girth in my mouth before pressing my thumb into the mark on his groin. When that earns me a sexy moan, I glance up and give him a wink before increasing my pace, adding more suction—and wet, slurpy sounds just for fun.

“Oh my god.” He sits up, his voice a mix of shock and wonder. “What are you doing, Professor?”

I stop blowing him long enough to say, “I’m eating you for breakfast, Bennett.” Diving back onto his impressive cock, I up my game even more. I’ve got approximately three minutes to make him come if I’m going to beat the alarm on my phone. I do love a challenge.

“Oh god, Fletcher. Oh my god.” The athlete grips my head in his huge hands, panting as though he’s doing sprints. His cock is as hard as polished teak, his balls swollen tight. I give them a gentle squeeze with one hand before rubbing circles on his taint. A few minutes of the up-and-down onslaught—sucking and stroking and slurping—and JR comes with a shout.

I continue bobbing and humming, squeezing and swallowing, until he falls flat on his back. Finished with my breakfast of champions, I crawl up his shuddering body. My phone beeps, and I dismiss the alarm with a satisfying smack. “Good morning, Bennett. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, if you would be so kind.”

When my sub obeys, I grin in smug satisfaction. This is a fine way to start the day. I may give up espresso entirely. “Close your eyes—I’m going to come on your face. I want to mark that sweet dimple of yours. Are you green, Bennett?”

“As fuck,” JR says, melted into a mindless puddle on the comfortable bed.

I stroke myself in a quick and steady rhythm, aiming my cock at the young man’s tongue. “The spankings just keep adding up. I can’t wait to teach you that lesson. But right now, it’s time to close those big, angelic eyes of yours. I’m about to make you look a lot less innocent.”

He quickly closes his eyes, lifting his head off the bed and sticking his tongue out as far as it can go.

“Mmm... so greedy for my cum. Don’t you know gluttony is a sin, angel baby?” Gripping a handful of his golden curls, I give myself a few final strokes. As I peer down at the sinful scene spread out against the fluffy white pillows, I feel like a god. “It... is... good .“ I come with a groan.

A thick stream of cum shoots from my cock onto my submissive’s waiting tongue. I paint a stripe across his cheek and another into his honey-colored hair. Once I’m spent—and my angel is as filthy as sin—I lean over, licking up the heavenly mess I’ve created.

JR blinks up at me with awestruck eyes. “Holy shit, Professor.”

“Language, Bennett. Don’t be such a naughty boy.” I press my lips to his, sharing the taste of cum on both of our tongues. We spend long minutes kissing before I finally pull myself away from my sub’s delicious mouth. As I run my fingers through his soft curls, I remind him, “I don’t usually kiss my sexual partners.”

A smile lights up his face, his dimple coming out of hiding. “It was just a little ‘good morning peck’, right?”

“That’s correct, Bennett. Now go wash my cum out of your hair while I order us room service.”

He gives a sleepy stretch, his smile turning mischievous. “I thought you already ate me for breakfast, Sir.”

“Mmm... you’re a sassy boy this morning.” My mouth twitches as I narrow my eyes in mock-warning. “You’d better get ready for the conference before I change my mind about postponing your spanking.”

“The conference!” JR jumps out of bed. “What time is it? Are we missing anything?”

“Relax, Bennett,” I tell him. “We’ve got another hour before the first lecture starts. Go get cleaned up and I’ll order us food.”

“Thanks, Professor!” he says before racing toward the bathroom.

“What did you think of the presentation on experimental gene therapies?” I ask JR during a break in the morning session.

“It was fascinating, Sir! But could you explain more about therapeutic transgenes?” We dive into an animated conversation on one of my favorite research topics, stopping just in time to rush to the next scheduled lecture.

Later, as the conference breaks for lunch, I ask his opinion of the speech on transgenerational epigenetic inheritance.

“I have so many questions, Professor—particularly about the link between psychiatric disorders and dementia. The evidence seems to suggest...” As we launch into a spirited discussion about neuroepigenetics, we’re joined by several other scientists from a nearby table.

“Tell me your thoughts on the biotechnology session, Bennett.” I lean toward my protégé, sipping a cup of coffee during a mid-afternoon break.

JR’s face shines with excitement as we chat about the previous lecture. “Oncolytic biotechnology is amazing, Sir. I’m gonna focus my studies on cancer research, for sure. I can’t wait to learn more about genome editing techniques!” His enthusiasm only serves to fuel my own. It feels wonderful to share this experience with someone so passionate and insightful.

When we enter the auditorium for the final session of the afternoon, we choose seats near the front. This lecture is of particular interest to JR, and I look forward to experiencing it through his eyes.

“Epigenetic mechanisms play a critical role in breast cancer tumorigenesis.” Dr. Dougherty points to a section of the PowerPoint slide on the room’s overhead screen. “Leading edge research identifies new biomarkers to predict breast cancer aggressiveness and uncovers the potential of epigenetic therapy. Today, I will summarize recent findings on the role of epigenetic modification related to breast cancer specific genes, and discuss the epigenetic mechanisms involved in advanced therapeutic applications. Recent research shows...”

I lean over, about to whisper a comment to my student, when I notice him blinking back tears. I place a hand on his broad shoulder. “Your mother..?”

JR clears his throat, nodding as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

Memories of my own mother and father bubble to the surface—ones that I’ve worked long and hard to push down. I know what it’s like to lose a parent.

I wish I didn’t. God, how I wish that I didn’t.

My eyes sting as I turn back to the presentation, staring at the overhead slide. Focus on the research, Tom—that’s been your strategy all these years, ever since…

Ugh . Enough already. If I can’t pay attention to the research in front of me, then the least I can do is focus on my sub. I place a hand on Bennett’s shoulder, lending him my comfort and support as we sit through the rest of the lecture.

When it’s over, we sit silently in our chairs while the other attendees file out of the room. “I think I found the research topic for my thesis, Professor,” JR whispers.

I squeeze his shoulder. “Yes, Bennett. I think you have.”

“Dr. Fletcher, in the flesh!” Dr. Dougherty interrupts our quiet moment, striding forward with his hand outstretched. “It’s good to see you, Thomas. I hope my lecture wasn’t too rudimentary for you.”

“It was fascinating, Edward.” I stand up, grasping my colleague’s hand and giving it a firm shake. “May I introduce you to my student, George Bennett, Jr.? Bennett, this is Dr. Edward Dougherty.”

“It’s an honor, sir.” JR engulfs his hand in his huge grip, pumping it up and down. “Would you mind if I ask you some questions about your research?”

While the two men chat about epigenetics and precision oncology, I can’t help but smile proudly at my protégé. It’s been years since I’ve enjoyed a conference with someone as passionate about genetic research as myself. The back-and-forth brainstorming of theories... the deep dive into scientific ‘what-ifs’... It’s thrilling to find a mind so compatible with my own.

As I watch the enormous athlete discuss epigenetic biomarkers, the memory of him holding me like a teddy bear clouds my vision. My two worlds suddenly collide—one containing my ardent love for medical science, and the bright young man who shares my zeal. The other world contains my passion for dominance and submission... and the obedient boy hidden within the giant. A sharp pang of longing strikes both halves of my heart.

I’m being ridiculous. I’ve just never shared both my professional and personal interests with anyone before. Usually, I keep my career and lifestyle separate. Never have I been so fascinated by a sub’s mind. Who am I kidding? I’ve never been more attracted to anyone—body, mind, or spirit.

Of course, anybody in my position would have similar feelings of attraction. It doesn’t change anything. Our relationship, both now and in the future, will remain academic. Bennett and I will explore each other’s bodies, enjoy a few more lessons in D/s, and then we’ll both move on to other sexual partners. I’ll continue with my casual, uncommitted lifestyle, and my sub will find someone better suited to him—a dom closer to his own age. I frown at the unwelcome image, forcing my attention back to the present moment.

“What do you think, Professor?” JR prompts me for my opinion.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen. I must have been daydreaming for a moment.” I clear my throat and adjust my glasses.

“It’s no wonder, Thomas.” Dr. Dougherty gazes at the football player with admiring eyes. “Where did you find such a promising student?”

I give the football player a wink, and he blushes. “Bennett is hard to miss.”

“Yes, that is certainly the case.” The geneticist lowers his voice as he addresses JR directly, “Would you have dinner with me tonight, Mr. Bennett? We can discuss my research further.”

“I’m afraid he’s busy, Edward.” Honestly. Is he trying to steal my protégé? Or is he making a pass at my sub?

JR’s eyes dart between me and my colleague.

“You won’t loan him to me, just for an evening?” Dougherty asks.

“Sorry. I’m feeling somewhat territorial,” I snap.

“I can certainly see why.” The geneticist gives JR another appreciative glance, then holds out his hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Bennett. With your bright mind, I’m sure we’ll cross paths again one day.”

After exchanging good-byes, we walk through the lobby of the conference center, JR practically floating on air. “Holy shit! I can’t believe I just met the Dr. Dougherty, the scientist responsible for so many of my footnote entries!”

I frown as I give a backward glance at the man in question. “He seemed to have taken a liking to you.”

“You think?” JR’s eyes grow wide. “Wow! He’s such a brilliant scientist. His research on histone modifiers is definitive!”

As we step into an elevator, I jab the button to our floor. “Yes, yes—though my research on epigenetic drivers of stem cell aging is far more progressive.”

“Duh, Professor.” JR bumps against my side, blushing a deep shade of pink. “I didn’t say he’s as brilliant as you are. You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had.”

My stiff posture loosens a little. “Yes, well... I wouldn’t want him to steal my student out from under me.”

“You’re the only one I want to be under, Sir.” His brown eyes grow as heated as his rosy cheeks.

“Is that so?” I take a step closer. “Perhaps we could discuss this further after dinner?”

“Can we skip dinner?” The eager look on his face is all the persuasion I need.

“We’ll order room service,” I say.