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Chapter 11

Deirdre

“And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.” Edgar Allan Poe

K ieran doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t laugh or look disappointed, unlike my past relationships. Instead, he leans in closer, his hands firmly on my knees, anchoring me in place. As he gently pushes them apart, his voice softens, low and calm, like he’s trying to steady me too.

“Don’t hide from me, Deirdre. I want to see all of you.”

“W-what if I can’t please you?” I say, nervously. My voice is shaking. It’s not cold in the room, but my body begins to tremble.

His entire demeanor changes. His expression softens, and for a moment, I know he is stepping outside of his role. His thumbs gently caress the inside of my knees as he speaks.

“You please me just by being you. The smart, intelligent, doesn’t take anyone's shit, beautiful woman that you are. We wouldn’t have to do anything but sleep, and I would be content. I just want you in my arms.”

His words are all I need.

Letting out my breath I’ve been holding in, I say, teetering on the edge of breathlessness, “Keep going, Professor.”

He gently spreads my legs further apart and kneels between them, propping my thighs on his.

Looking down between us, I see the tip of his cock dangerously close to my entrance. Eager to feel him inside me, I wiggle down on the bed until he is pushing against my pussy.

He pulls back and lets out a hiss. “No ma’am. You are not quite ready for me just yet.” He glides his fingers against my folds, coating them in my wetness. “But since you’re so impatient…” He pauses.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers inside, hooking them upward and making my toes curl. My back arches off the pillows, and I cry out his name into the night. As I grip the sheets, I squirm against his hand. I feel so full and tense. The muscles and veins in his forearms begin to bulge as he relentlessly fucks me with his fingers.

He expertly continues the rhythmic motion as he repositions himself to where he is lying down on his stomach. Once settled between my legs, he slowly drags his tongue across my folds, flicking my clit and causing me to almost fall off the edge of pleasure I am barely balancing on. A tingling sensation begins to build low in my stomach. A sensation so strong and intense and unfamiliar to me.

Almost like I have to….

Pee? Oh God no.

I begin to squirm and wriggle, trying to get out of his grasp. “Kieran…s-stop. I-I have to…”

I can’t even finish my sentence because my cheeks are hot with embarrassment.

He looks up at me with his handsome, devilish grin as if he knows, “Deirdre, relax. Just let it go.”

“B-but…” I can’t get my words out as his fingers plunge harder inside of me, and he drags his tongue along my slick cunt.

“Feel everything. Show me how much you’re enjoying this,” he whispers into my sensitive skin.

I fist my hands in his hair, and he groans with pleasure. Looking down between my legs at the sight of this man burying his face deep between my legs, my vision begins to get blurry as the sensation in my stomach becomes too much to bear.

His suction on my clit becomes more forceful, and he quickens his pace with his fingers. The muscles of my body tighten, and I begin to convulse out of control just as I feel a warmth spread between my legs. My body continues to shake and tremble as Kieran keeps his pace for a moment. He moans hungrily, lapping at my pussy like a starved animal.

When he finally comes up for air, his face is soaked. Sitting up, he uses his hand to wipe his mouth. I look between us, and there’s a wet spot on the sheets.

“Holy fuck…w-what was that?” I ask sheepishly. I can barely catch my breath as he leans forward.

“Has my little student never squirted before?” He grins and then runs his tongue over my lips. “You taste fucking amazing.”

“No. I have never.” I look at him with a delirious grin. “But can we do that again?”

He lets out a soft chuckle, delicately kissing me. “Deirdre, when I am done with you, you’re going to soak my bed.”

He is silent for a moment more before he asks, “What is one thing you researched that you want to try? All of this is for you.”

Nerves wash over me, and I hesitate. “I want to experience pain as pleasure.”

He doesn’t look shocked or surprised, and I assume that is because he doesn’t know my past, but I need to feel pain in a different way. And I trust Kieran to bring me there.

“Hmm...I usually save that for punishment, but I also need to know your boundaries and how far to take you.” He pauses. “What color do you say when you need me to slow down?”

“Yellow.”

“What word do you say when it becomes too much and you want us to stop altogether?”

“Nevermore.”

“Good girl. Now, face the headboard. I want you to get on your knees but lean on your elbows.”

As I reposition myself with my ass in the air, he kneels behind me. My legs are still trembling from my orgasm, so I grip the sheets to hold myself up. His large hands grip my ass cheeks, and he spreads them open.

“Fuck. I cannot wait to bury myself inside you.”

Chills erupt on my skin at his words. This side of Kieran is intoxicating.

“Deirdre, listen to my instructions. I am only going to spank you six times. With every slap, I want you to count out loud. I need to hear you. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say as I feel his hand softly circling the right side of my ass. My stomach is bubbling with anticipation as I feel his hand leave my skin. It comes slamming back down with a resounding thwap.

“One!” I shriek, surprised at the heat wave spreading across my skin.

He barely gives me any time to recover when I feel his hand make contact with my hot flesh again.

“Two!” I scream, gripping the sheets.

His next slap is slightly softer than the first two, and I find myself disappointed and surprised.

“Three… I need more,” I beg. “Please.”

He circles his hand on my tender skin once more before slapping me again, harder than before. The tingly sensation is back and growing more intense with each swat of his hand.

“Four! God. Kieran. Fuck Me!” my voice pleads for relief.

“Patience, my love. You’re doing so well,” he praises. The next two slaps are harder and faster in succession. My skin is on fire and burning with the need to feel him finally take me.

“Five! Six!” I scream, my legs shaking. I find myself starting to sink down into the bed, needing its support.

He rubs my ass softly, and I tremble beneath his touch. “Such a good girl.”

I can only muster up a soft hum in response.

Chuckling, he says, “Roll over and lean against the pillows, Deirdre.”

Obeying his orders, I lean back against the white cloud of pillows pressed against the headboard. The cool sheets against my burning flesh offer some relief. I slightly bend my legs at the knee and spread them, opening myself up to him.

His eyes trail down and he smiles, “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

I nod, almost too eagerly. “I need you. Now,” I plead, squirming with anticipation.

“Oh, Miss Ravencroft, are you making demands?” He grins.

“If it will get you to fuck me faster, then yes… Sir. ”

He leans forward, his body towering over mine. I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my wet entrance as he runs his lips across my skin, in random places over my body. I writhe against him as he continues his torturous process of kissing and nibbling my sensitive flesh until he slowly pushes himself inside me.

I yelp at the sheer thickness of his erection stretching me.

He nibbles on my ear and whispers, “Breathe. Open up for me.” He pulls out slowly as I breathe in and out, trying to relax.

Carefully, he sits back on his heels and grips my hips, lining himself up with my entrance.

“I said open up for me, Miss Ravencroft,” is the only warning I get before he drives his cock between my legs and into my aching pussy.

“Kieran!” My body yearns for him, desperate for more.

“That’s it. Let me in,” he says softly, talking me through his thrusts. “You can take me, baby.”

My whimpers grow louder, ringing throughout the room.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re taking me so well.”

His hips thrust forward, accentuating each word of his praise. “Your pussy is made for my cock.”

With Kieran, I feel worthy. He makes me feel seen, beautiful. I never felt this way with him. Trevor always made intimate moments about him.

He continues focusing on my pleasure. My back arches again as he continues to pound harder and harder. My breasts bounce with each thrust.

He groans with each forceful movement. “You’re mine, Deirdre. In any lifetime, in any universe, my soul is yours.”

My heart explodes in my chest at his words. “I was made for you, Kieran. No one else.” I cry out, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth swelling inside me.

He leans over, thrusting harder into me as I wrap my legs around him. Digging my nails into his back, I scream his name over and over.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Come for me,” he growls into my neck. I can feel his cock swell inside me as I fall off the cliff into a sea of ecstasy.

With one last thrust he lets out a guttural moan from deep within his chest. His movements slow as he comes inside me.

Breathless and sated, he rests his head on my forehead. We stay quiet for a moment as we try to catch our breath. He slowly pulls away from me, gathers me up in his arms, and rolls us onto our sides so my back is to his chest.

“I wasn’t too hard on you, was I? Are you okay?” he whispers into my hair.

I giggle and rub my ass against his half hard cock, “Professor, I think you took it easy on me.”

He laughs as he runs his hand down my ass, the skin still sensitive from his assault, and gives it a pinch.

I let out a sharp cry.

“Good. Next time I’ll make sure to leave more marks.” He chuckles as he kisses my ear.

I must have briefly dozed off, because my eyes open to the soft glow of Kieran’s bedside lamp warming the room. My head is on his chest, and we’re tangled in the wrinkled sheets. My body is already starting to become stiff, and I can feel the soreness of the skin on my ass from Kieran’s hand.

As my eyes adjust, they focus on the journal that I noticed earlier lying on his nightstand.

I raise my head to look at him. “What’s that?”

Kieran returns my gaze, a rare tenderness in his expression. He leans over, grabs the journal, and holds it out to me. I turn it over in my hands, admiring the delicate artwork. It’s matte black and embossed with a sleek, black raven.

“For you,” he says simply.

I push myself up in the bed and brush over the textured cover as I trace the intricate design of the raven. “Why a journal?” I ask, brimming with curiosity.

Kieran sits up and props his elbows on his knees, his gaze steady on mine. “I know you keep one,” he admits. “I’ve seen you jotting things down between classes or when you think no one’s looking.”

I can feel the warmth spread in my cheeks, slightly embarrassed that he has seen me doodling away. Thankfully, he hasn’t read those entries. The ones where I’m gushing about him, the way he makes me feel, or how nervous I was when I first met him.

“I thought this could be a more romantic way to communicate,” he explains, his voice deep and thoughtful. “Something more meaningful than texting each other all the time.”

A goofy smile spreads across my face as my fingers continue to trace the raven. “You noticed that about me?”

He smirks faintly. “I notice a lot about you, Deirdre.”

I hold the journal close to my chest and lean in to kiss him on the cheek.

“I love it,” I say softly. “Thank you.”

Kieran’s gaze softens further as he reaches out to me, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “I want you to write in it," he says, his tone suddenly serious. “Your feelings, your thoughts, how you feel about what we’re doing. It’s important to process this.”

I study his features, sensing there is more behind this request than he was letting on. After a moment, I nod. “I will.”

Then I slightly tilt my head, smiling as an idea comes to my mind. “But only if you do the same.”

Kieran arches an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Kieran,” I whisper, my voice cracks, “there’s so much we don’t know about each other. We’ve both been through so much pain and carried so many scars. Sometimes it’s hard to talk about those things out loud.” I hold up the journal between us. “But we could write them down. In here.”

He stares at me and after a long moment, he nods. “All right. We’ll write. Together.”

Giddy, I lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Deal.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “But I must know you better than you think, Deirdre,” he says, his voice steady but laced with emotion, “because I already wrote the first entry.”

Surprised, I just stare at him. “Really? What did you write about?”

“The hardest thing I am ever going to have to tell you.” He looks away out of the window, his eyes distant.

“Alexis’ death is my fault.”