Page 35 of Mr. Naughty List

The answer came without much delay.Every way I know how.There was a long, bubble-filled pause, and then,I’d make you come until you can’t handle it anymore. I’d make you sob and beg from how good it feels to have my dick in your ass. You wouldn’t even know what you were begging me to do after a while. You’d say nothing but please.

Aaron’s dick ached. He fondled it, remembering the way RJ had reduced him to just that—a sobbing, begging mess—over the night they’d spent together. When he moaned, Constance shot him an aggrieved glare and hopped down, strolling away to hide beneath a chair. Aaron stroked himself more rapidly. He almost lost his grip on his phone, but he managed to respond with:

Why would you spank me?

Because you’ve been naughty. Very, very naughty.

How would you spank me?

He’d meant for RJ to give him more description (hard, until your ass burns red, until you’re crying out for me to stop), but RJ’s reply took his breath away and his cock jerked, releasing a pulse of pre-come.

With a ruler, Mr. Danvers. With a ruler from your desk drawer.

Oh, God, RJ was going down that teacher/student path again. It was so wrong, so, so damn wrong, but Aaron’s dick didn’t care, and neither did his left hand. It kept squeezing and pumping until leaking pre-come slipped down to coat his hand’s glide. He swiped at the drips and swirled the slick moisture around his cockhead while he caught his breath and tried to type with his shaking right thumb.

Yes. I’ve been very naughty. I’ve fucked a former student.

It was a dream come true. A+ would do again.

Aaron groaned. His nipples tightened and tingled; his balls felt hot and full of come.Tell me more about what you’d do to me.

Say please.

Fuck you.

Naughty, Mr. Danvers. I’m waiting.

Please tell me what you’d do to me.

That’s a good boy. I’d finger-fuck you. Rim your ass. Suck your dick.

Aaron’s breath caught, and he nearly came imagining RJ’s mouth sliding down over his cock. RJ’s talented tongue teasing him and RJ’s greedy throat wrapping around him. Fuck, it’d be so good. Another text came through:Hang tight. I’ll come over.

No. Stay there.

Why?

I just want to know what you’d do if you were here, not actually do it.

Why?

We can’t.

If you say so.

Aaron panted as he jerked himself, putting his phone aside for a minute to roll his balls in his other hand. Truth was, he wanted RJ to come over more than he wanted most anything else in the world right now, but he couldn’t hold off on his orgasm for much longer, and he knew once he came, he’d find clarity again.

First, on the inappropriateness of fucking a former student, and second, on the emotional irresponsibility of starting a relationship—even just a holiday fling—with a guy like RJ, or with any guy at all.

Luckily, RJ didn’t push the issue of coming over. He started up with the sexting again. Aaron’s nipples stung they were so tight, and his balls rushed with jizz, orgasm holding steady just a few strokes away.

I’d put you on your knees, Mr. Danvers.

Yeah?

I’d grab your hair, force you down, make you kiss my balls.

Oh God.