Page 25 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter twenty-four

Timeout

JR

“Ben, I’ve been thinking about something.”

Thinking, already? Can’t we hit the snooze button or something? I yawn against Fletcher’s shoulder, then wrap an arm around his warm body as I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck.

Fletcher runs a hand through my hair while I fight my way back to consciousness. “I have a question for you, Ben.”

OK, OK. I groggily open my eyes. “Yeah, Daddy?”

“When is your trip to California?” he asks, stroking his hand down my back.

Mmm… that feels good. I cuddle even closer. “We leave on the fifth and come back on the eighth.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Do you have any plans until the fifth?”

Other than laundry and repacking my suitcase? Not really. Josh is visiting his family in India. Dad’s gotta go back to work. Besides a few last-minute practices, my teammates will be busy with plans of their own. I shake my head and nuzzle against him, hoping for a few extra minutes of sleep.

Fletcher clears his throat. “I was wondering if you’d stay with me until you leave for California.”

I glance up at him and blink. Holy shit. Did I just hear that right? Fletcher wants me to stay? Maybe I’m still dreaming… I reach under the sheets and pinch my leg. Nope, I’m awake. Since I didn’t get a concussion at the game in Florida, that can mean only one thing... “You want me to stay at your house for the next five days? Are you sure, Professor?”

“Only if you want to,” he says. “I understand if this is a hard limit for you. I won’t be offended if you say no.”

“Yes,” I blurt out, waking up faster than if I’d just knocked back a double espresso. “I can’t even tell you how green I am, Sir. I’m as green as Simon’s freshly cut Christmas tree. I’m as green as the mistletoe he had hanging from his nude statue’s balls.”

My dom snorts. “That’s quite green, Bennett. Though I do have a request… during our little ‘private timeout’, I’d like for you to call me Fletcher—or better yet, Daddy.”

“Sure, Daddy.” No condoms, and now this? How lucky can a guy get? “Is there anything you wanted to do together during our private timeout ?”

“I have a few things in mind.” His eyes darken, one corner of his lips curling up.

I know that look. I love that look.

“Fuck yeah,” I say with a grin.

Spankings… here we come.

Day One…

Fletcher rolls a Wartenberg wheel across my balls. “How did you do on your exams, Ben?”

Holy shit . I’m blindfolded—stretched flat on my back, tied to all four corners of the bondage bed—while my dom plays ‘Name That Toy’ on different parts of my body. Apparently, it’s an educational game.

“Good, Daddy,” I gasp. “I think I got all A’s.”

“Very good. I’m proud of you. Now, can you tell me what this is again?” He drags something across my pecs and onto my abs.

“It’s the whip-thingy, right?” I shiver beneath the leather. Someone is feeling BDSM-y.

“Yes, baby boy. It’s the whip-thingy.” He snorts. “And what is this called?”

“A nipple clamp,” I yelp.

Fletcher hums in approval before releasing the clamp. “And this is..?”

Heaven . “That’s the prostate massager. I like that one.” Yep, it’s my favorite toy ever.

“Excellent. We’ll leave that one in for a while,” he says. “Here’s a new toy I haven’t tried on you yet. Tell me what you think of it.”

The professor pushes something onto my cock… it feels like a fleshlight, but open at one end. I groan when he wraps his lips around my exposed tip—sucking on it while he jacks me with the toy. I want to put my hands on his head, but they’re held tight by the restraints. The more I squirm, the more the prostate massager rocks against that sensitive spot inside me. Since I can’t see anything past the blindfold, my body’s other senses ramp up into overdrive. The only thing I can manage to say sounds something like, “ Nnghn .”

Fletcher releases me with a wet-sounding pop, continuing to glide the toy up and down my dick. “I’m glad you like it, Ben. I have another toy that you might enjoy. Would you like to play with it now or later?”

“Now,” I gasp. If he doesn’t stop moving that toy up and down, there won’t be a later.

“Very well. Come along.” He slips the prostate massager out of my ass and releases me from my restraints, keeping my mask on while he guides me blindly across the room.

As he helps me into a reclining position, my ‘chair’ rocks back and forth. Uh oh. I think I know what this is.

“Name That Toy, baby boy,” Fletcher growls.

I can hear the evil grin in his voice, even with the blindfold on. “Um… is this the sex swing?”

“Correct,” the professor says, “and it’s time that I educate you on its proper use. Are you green?”

“Yes, Sir—I mean, Daddy.” Holy shit. How do I keep getting myself into these situations? My breathing speeds up as he secures me into the contraption, wrapping cuffs around my wrists and ankles. My back rests against a leather sling, my head on a pillow and my glutes on the edge.

Standing between my spread legs, Fletcher nudges his cock against my slick hole, pushing until the tip slips inside. Once in, he grabs my hips and thrusts until he’s buried balls-deep in my ass.

Oh god. Nothing feels as good as his bare cock—not even the prostate massager.

“Ready, Ben?” he pauses to ask, already breathing hard.

“Keep going, Daddy,” I beg.

Fletcher lets the swing rock backwards, then yanks it forward, driving his cock deep into me. I rock backward again before he pulls me forward, giving another fierce thrust. Backward and forward, again and again, he pounds against me like a sledgehammer, driving his cock as deep as it can go.

I groan behind my blindfold. He’s like a machine—I’ve never taken it so fast and rough.

“How do you like my swing, Ben?” Fletcher growls, pounding into me with single-minded focus.

“I love it, Daddy. Push me higher.” Every thrust brings me closer to coming, pushing me to a higher level. I feel like a jet about to take flight.

He continues thrusting, using the swing’s momentum to drive his cock so deeply inside me, I can practically feel it in my throat. “Higher, Ben?” he groans as he thrusts.

“Yes, Daddy... Yes, Daddy... YES! “ I shout as cum shoots from my cock, splattering onto my naked torso. My head whirls, my orgasm knocking me senseless while my body swings through the air. My core muscles squeeze around Fletcher’s shaft as he keeps pounding against my prostate.

“Good… Boy… Good… Boy… YES! “ Fletcher shouts, driving into me one final time.

As we gasp for air, the swing slowly comes to a stop—though my body still feels like it’s flying.

Holy shit. I might need a timeout from our timeout.

Day Two…

“I’m starving,” I groan as I search through Fletcher’s fridge. “Don’t you have anything to eat?” If I thought Josh and my cupboards were bare, it’s nothing compared to my dom’s.

“I’ll make you some toast in a moment,” Fletcher says while he types on his laptop. “I’m just updating my Molecular Genetics syllabus. Would you like a sneak peek before the semester starts?”

I jerk my head toward him, my growling stomach forgotten. “Do you mean it? Can I see?”

“Of course you may.” He pushes his laptop toward me.

As I scour through the course content, I grow more and more excited. “I want to learn all of this, right now . I literally cannot wait for class to start!”

Fletches gazes at me with an indulgent smile. “Why wait? We need to go to the grocery store anyway—and we should pick up some clothes at your apartment, as well. Perhaps we can stop by my personal lab along the way to give you a preview of coming attractions.”

His other lab? The one on campus that nobody sees, except for a few of his favorite graduate students? “I’ll go get ready.” I hurry toward the door.

“Toast,” the professor reminds me.

“I’m not hung—“ My stomach gives a loud rumble.

He stands up with a smirk. “We’ll run our errands after we have a bite to eat.”

I bounce on my toes while he fixes the toast, then swallow it down as fast as I can before jumping into the shower. (No Bathing with Buddha today, folks. After yesterday’s orgasm, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to come again.) Once that’s checked off the list, I throw on my jeans—borrowing the largest tshirt Fletcher has in his dresser. In no time flat, I’m ready to go.

The drive to Spartacus lasts longer than usual. “Thanks again, Profess—um, Fletcher. This really means a lot to me.”

“ You mean a lot to me, Ben.“ Fletcher stares straight ahead as he pulls into the parking lot, though his olive skin turns a peachy tone.

After a short walk across campus, we finally arrive at the lab. It has equipment in it that I’ve never seen before. My head is swiveling around so hard, you’d think I was at The Bent Gent . “What are you working on right now, Prof—um, Fletcher?”

“Genome editing to pluripotent stem cells. There’s enormous therapeutic potential in this area of research.” He checks the readings on a print-out, his eyes narrowed in thought.

“Are you using CRISPR/Cas9? What’s your hypothesis?” If only I could climb inside his head. I’d give anything to have his level of knowledge.

Fletcher glances up from his work. “I’ll give you all of the details at home. Let me show you the equipment you’ll be using… That is, if you’d like to work on the experiment with me this semester.”

Me? Work with him? “Um… I’m not sure I have the brainpower for something like that.”

He frowns. “I don’t associate with idiots, Bennett. You’re my future colleague. As fascinated as I am by your body, I’m even more attracted to your mind. I want to hear your ideas. I want to know your thoughts.”

Wow.

I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Day Three…

“Ass in the air, Bennett.”

I stare at the fleshlight pillow. “But I’ve been good… mostly.”

Fletcher quirks an eyebrow at me. “I seem to recall a few naughty moments, but don’t worry—you’ll get a reward after your discipline.”

Jeez. The swing and now this? My dick doesn’t know whether to stand up and cheer or run away and hide. “Do I have to wear the cock strap again?”

“No, Ben. I have another surprise for you.” He gives me a smile that sends a shiver down my spine. “Take off your clothes, put on the fleshlight, and mount the pillow like a good boy.”

I groan as I slide the toy onto my cock, then again when I thrust into the pillow’s hole. “OK, Daddy. Are you going to spank me now?”

“I’ve got another discipline in mind.” Fletcher holds a cone-shaped object in front of my face. “This is called a plug. I’ll give you one guess where it goes.”

I don’t need to guess. “You’re gonna destroy me again, aren’t you?”

“That is my intention, baby boy.” He lubes up the plug, then slowly eases it into my ass. “This toy has a special vibrating feature—they say that it simulates rimming. Let’s turn it on and see if that’s true, shall we?”

When the plug’s rotating beads start doing their job, I jerk forward into the fleshlight mount with a moan. “Oh my god, Josh was right. You are The Destroyer.”

“What did you say, Ben?” he asks.

Oh shit. “Nothing, Daddy.”

Fletcher climbs onto the head of his bed, leaning back against its upholstered headboard. He stretches a leg out on either side of me, his lap flush with my face. Once he’s made himself comfortable, he grips my hair in one hand and his erection with the other. “As the first part of your discipline, I want you to suck my cock.”

That’s my punishment? I’m gonna have to start dropping more F-bombs. I wrap my lips around his hard length, sucking on it happily.

“Mmm… that’s a good boy, Ben—but since you were naughty before, I’ll give you an occasional reminder why you should behave.” He picks up the remote for the plug and presses a button.

I yelp at the sudden intense vibration, surging forward into the fleshlight mount. Holy shit. So much for getting off easy.

As I slide my lips up and down his shaft with renewed vigor, the professor keeps a tight grip on my hair. “I do love watching you suck my cock. You can thrust into the fleshlight if you want to, baby. In fact, Daddy wants to see.”

Another press of the button, and I surge forward once again into the pillow, my glutes giving a tight squeeze. I thrust again, then again. Between the cock in my mouth, the vibrating plug in my ass, and the fleshlight gripping my dick, I’m feeling everything .

“Your ass is a work of art,” Fletcher groans as he pulses into my mouth. “God, you’re so gorgeous—fucking the toy while you suck on my cock. You’re like my own personal porn show.”

I moan around the flesh in my mouth while I pump into the pillow. When the plug begins vibrating faster, my own thrusts start to speed up. I need to get off. I’m about to get off.

Fletcher gives a sharp tug on my hair. “Not yet, Ben. I want to fuck you—are you green?”

I let go of his cock with a gasp. “Please, Daddy. Now.”

He disentangles from me, crawling to the end of the bed and removing the plug from my ass. Since I’m lubed up and stretched, his bare cock slides into me with one deep thrust. We both groan at the incredible sensation.

“If you could only know how good you make me feel,” Fletcher says as he pumps into me. “I could fuck you forever, Ben.”

“Forever, Daddy. Never stop,” I moan.

It doesn’t take long for either of us to reach that endless moment of ecstasy. As our orgasms obliterate all sense of time and space, we find forever... together.