Read part one here.
She rolled over onto her back and forced her eyes open. She was overcome by the vertigo of unfamiliarity as she looked at the ceiling, the big paper lantern, and then the wall. This was not her room or any room she knew. The hard bed was unfamiliar; it was so low it felt almost as if she was on the floor. Bits and pieces of the previous evening bobbed up like flotsam from a sunken liner. As her brain swam into focus, she pieced together the puzzle. "Holy shit," she said quietly. She was in Professor Maxwell Kensington's bedroom! She spotted the bottle of rum with the two empty glasses, the towel on the bench ... the tangle of rope. "Ohmygod."
She lay there, naked beneath the sheets, and wondered what to do next. It wasn't the first time she woke in another man's bed and didn't know what to do. When getting picked up at bars or parties, she would often avoid awkward mornings by sneaking out while he was still asleep. She found herself doubly stuck. As his former student, she was more than well acquainted with the man who had bedded her. Looking again at the rope, it was clear that he was now considerably better acquainted with her. All her clothes were in the bathroom so sneaking out was not an option.
On the other hand, she had a glorious evening with him and would welcome another opportunity. She wondered if he felt the same way, though. Getting up, she wrapped the towel around her and crept down the hall.
Her first stop was the toilet. Her clothes were where she left them. She found her toothbrush and freshened up.
"You ready for coffee?" a familiar deep voice called as she turned off the faucet.
She padded out to the kitchen and smiled shyly. "Yes, please." He poured a cup from the old fashion Italian coffee pot on the stove and handed it to her. He wore a black cotton robe with a yellow and white bamboo motif. In a moment of inspiration, she set her cup down on the counter and kissed him. "Good morning."
He returned the greeting and surprised her by draping a familiar arm around her waist. She liked being this close to him. She sipped her coffee, it was rich and delicious. "Do you teach today?" she asked. There were few classes on Fridays, but during the summer months, the schedule was very different.
"Yes, I have a class this evening and tomorrow." He explained that he was teaching part of a Master's seminar that took place every second weekend in the summer months. It was the one opportunity working professionals had to obtain their degree without night classes or taking time off. "I have some preparation to do, but that can wait a bit." He gestured to the papers neatly arranged on the coffee table. It was obvious he was already preparing. "Yes, that can wait," he said, as if reading her mind.
He casually released the towel from about her and it dropped to the floor. Rhiannon instinctively reached for it as it fell, but it was clear that he wanted her naked. "Come," he said, setting down his cup. Taking her by the hand, he led her back to the bedroom.
He laid her spread-eagle on the bed and buried his face between her legs. Rhiannon closed her eyes and remembered him standing in front of her classroom, leaning against the podium while consulting his notes, walking around the room as he lectured, chatting with students after class. He was demanding in that he expected everyone to read the assignments. He was encouraging, too, helping draw answers from the students during in-class discussions. This man was now lovingly eating her pussy, his beard tickling and stimulating her.
His hands came up to her stomach and caressed her skin. When he moved them higher and began fondling her breasts, she felt that old familiar feeling welling up inside. She put her hands over his and let the orgasm roll over her.
He got up and let his robe fall to the floor. His cock was standing straight out. She wanted to suck it, but he had other ideas. He lowered himself onto her, sliding his cock inside. She moaned in relief as he pushed all the way in. She lay there and let him take her.
Charles always fucked her in the morning. He said he had more energy and that was certainly the case with Professor Kensington. He worked hard and was soon dripping sweat onto her belly. Some girls didn't like sweat, but she loved seeing a man give it his everything for her pleasure. Of course she enjoyed it more when both of them were sweating like horses, skin glistening as their bodies slid against one another.
He slowed to a stop and sat back on his heels. He was careful to remain inside her. "Let's get a shower and I'll take you out for breakfast." He stood up and pulled her to her feet.
"Just a minute," she said. "I want to taste myself." She bend over and sucked his cock. He ran his hand along her back and twined his fingers in her hair. She licked then sucked his cock, enjoying how it felt in her mouth. She leaned up and kissed him again before they stood and walked to the bathroom.
They took turns washing each other in the shower. Rhiannon knelt and sucked his cock until he was hard again. She then bent over and held the edge of the tub so he could take her once more. As they toweled off, he asked her if she enjoyed being tied up. She admitted that it turned her on to be so helpless and loved how the ropes felt against her skin.
"I have a little treat for you, then. Come." Excited, she followed him back to the bedroom. From the closet, he pulled another coil of rope. This one was made of hemp and a little thicker than the one he used last night. He piled it up on the floor and made a loop knot in the center; she could see a piece of thread identifying the center of the rope.
He put the loop of rope over her head. She could feel the knot at the back of her neck. Two strands of rope dangled down her front now. He tied the rope together using three knots; one above her breasts, one below, and one just around her navel. He passed all the remaining rope down between her legs.
He pulled the two strands of rope up behind her, careful to put one strand on either side of her pussy lips. The roughness of the rope pressing into her there was stimulating. The strands came around her buttocks and looped through the knotted strands near her navel. They went back around her back and to the front once more, looping through above the next knot. He repeated the pattern for the remaining strands of rope. He untied the knot behind her neck and she could feel the rope being slipped through the loop. He tightened the ropes until they fit snug around her body.
She thought he might tie up her hands again, but the result of this morning's work was that she was wrapped in a sort of rope cage. "How does that feel?" he asked. As she ran her hands over the ropes and looked down, she noticed that he was fully erect. Tying her up turned him on.
"Am I supposed to be able to move?" He nodded in response. "So, what's the point?"
"The point is, I can do stuff like this," he grabbed the ropes at the top and bottom and pushed her over. She didn't fall because he held the ropes and lowered her to the futon. The ropes supported her weight comfortably. He then flipped her on her front and pulled the ropes until she got on her knees. She fully expected him to fuck her at this point and was not surprised when he pushed his way inside. Instead of grabbing her hips or shoulders like he did last night, he held her tight with the ropes. The strands cut into her skin but it was far more erotic than painful.
When he finished with her, he said, "That, my dear Miss Kelly, is the point."
"Thank you for the lesson, Professor," she replied, demurely.
He smiled and slapped her ass. "Let's get dressed. I'm hungry." He went into his closet and pulled out jeans and a baggy linen shirt. She had only ever seen him wear conservative clothes like corduroy pants. This was another surprise for her.
She reached back to try to untie herself but he said, "No, just put your clothes on over that. No underwear, though." She went into the bathroom to get her clothes. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. The ropes looked so erotic. She loved how they made her feel and how they looked. She pulled her clothes on and added a bit of make up before meeting him at the door. As they walked down the stairs, the ropes touching her skin made her feel the same way as when she put on erotic lingerie.
He lived only a few blocks from the market. As they walked, he told her a bit about the classes he was teaching that weekend, topics familiar to Rhiannon her her own studies. She was somewhat distracted, however, as she was sensitive to the ropes wrapped around her body. The hemp touching her skin was mildly irritating but very sensual. She was, of course, totally turned on by the whole experience.
The market was not particularly busy on Friday morning, but there were still plenty of people about. The early lunch crowd was already making their way to the old building, picking up produce or visiting the small restaurants. He lead her to a bakery where the smells of fresh baked bread tantalized her. He ordered ham and cheese croissants for them both. As soon as she sat down, she felt the ropes under her buttocks and behind her back. She almost forgot about them as she stood in line, but now she was getting more aroused. It didn't help when he leaned in and told her that she was probably the only one in the market trussed up in hemp rope.
"Unbutton your top more, I want to see it." She looked around to see if anyone was watching before she undid one more button on her blouse. She was turned on by the idea of someone seeing that. She gently pulled at her top so he could see the rope. She could imagine him getting hard, but there was no way to reach beneath the table to judge for herself. As she ate, she leaned forward and moved so he could look down her blouse. The ropes shifted and excited her.
When they finished, he walked her through the market, picking up some cheese on the way out. The feel of the rope against her skin, particularly the two strands between her legs, was now electrifying. "One more button," he said as they exited the market. She looked around again and loosened the next button down. This was more than she dare expose at the best of times. The two top knots were clearly visible to anyone walking toward them.
As luck would have it, a few pedestrians were walking toward them. They were well dressed office workers. Rhiannon looked straight ahead and strained to watch them out of per peripheral vision. A couple of them looked straight at her. Did they see the rope? Did they know she was tied up beneath her blouse and skirt?
When they arrived at his his place, he stepped into the entrance but did not close the door behind them. He pulled out his erect cock and made her suck it right there in the threshold. Anyone could see them except that his back was toward the street. She crammed his cock deep into her throat and sucked him as hard as she could. The ropes had driven her mad with passion and she needed that thing inside her. "Please fuck me," she begged him.
They went up the stairs and into the apartment. Rhiannon all but tore off her clothes the moment she entered. She grabbed his dick again and sucked him feverishly. While she was busy, he removed his own clothes. When he was free, he stood her up and kissed her deeply. He maneuvered her into the living room and sat her on the back of the couch. She reached between her legs and guided him inside her.
Gripping the rope to support them both, he pounded her relentlessly. Rhiannon sighed in relief; all the tension that had built up in her the past hour was released. Throwing her head back, she moaned deeply as she was overtaken by an intense orgasm. Exhausted, Kensington dropped her on the couch and collapsed next to her. "OK, you win. I'm beat." He groaned and fell sideways, putting his head on a cushion there.
"That was intense," she said, straightening the ropes wrapped around her.
The ringing of the phone broke the tranquility. He got up, begrudgingly, and picked up the handset in the cradle near the door. "No, no problem," he said, "I just finished a late breakfast," he winked at her, "and I'm preparing for tonight." As he listened, he moved toward his office. "Yeah, that could work. Let me check. Give me a moment. I have it here somewhere."
Rhiannon watched him go into his office. She stood up and crept down the hall to peer inside. She wanted him to loosen the knots at her back so she could unbind herself. He could probably do that while he was on the phone.
Professor Kensington was at his computer, leaning back in his chair as he listened to the caller on the other end of the line. He was browsing through some web site, clicking and scanning the text. He looked over and winked at her again.
Feeling very naughty, she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the carpeted floor to kneel in front of him. He continued his conversation on the phone as she prodded him to turn his chair slightly. He slumped down in the seat more and spread his legs so she could put her head in his lap.
He was quite soft, but she knew that would soon change. She took the limp penis in her mouth and sucked it gently, rolling around with her tongue and pulling it deep. She cupped his balls with one hand and massaged them. He made a few agreeable noises on the phone and stroked the back of her head in approval.
As he grew in her mouth, she only half noticed the conversation. As near as she could tell, he was collaborating with another professor on some review. When he hung up, he said, "You are a very bad student, Miss Kelly." She just looked up and smiled.
He pulled her to her feet then bent her over his lap before she realized what was happening. The slap to her ass was quite expected once she was in position. With his bare palm he struck her again and again. They were not hard blows, but they were stinging blows, striking two every second. She could feel the ropes more than ever as his hand landed near them and as he used his left hand to grip the ropes at her back. After about a minute, her cheeks were burning hot and cold. She was sure her ass was bright red.
He slid the chair back and she half tumbled to the floor as he pushed her down. He pivoted around her and seconds later was guiding his cock into her aching pussy once more. She put her elbows on the ground, her head just beneath his desk, and let his take his pleasure once more.
He grunted then moaned as he poured his seed into her. He didn't stay inside, though, but sat back on the floor and panted. "Come here and I'll untie you." She crawled over to him and turned around. He worked at the knot in the back until she could feel the strands loosen. He unraveled the rope from the top loop and let her finish the rest.
Curious, Rhiannon got up and went to the toilet. In the mirror she saw the red marks where the rope and nipped at her skin. Her ass was a deep red from his spanking, but the rope marks there were more pronounced. She liked the look and snapped a photo with her phone.
When she returned to the living room, he was putting on his clothing. "Normally, I'd invite you to hang out for a bit, but I really must get to these notes before class."
"I have to get going anyway, but thank you." She wanted to ask him if she could see him some other time. She was returning home tomorrow, though, and didn't expect to be back in the city until fall semester. "Do you think you'll need a teaching assistant in September?"
He gave her a smile and said, "We can talk about that later. Send me a list of your classes and your marks so far and let me know what you plan to take next. Perhaps we can work out something." She smiled at his.
She put her clothes back on and got ready to leave. He busied himself on the couch, arranging his work there. When she was ready, he stood up and met her at the door.
In a school-girlish voice she said, "Thank you for the pleasant evening, Professor Kensington. You helped me understand the subject much more."
"Much better, Miss Kelly, much better." He pressed his lips to hers and they shared one last passionate kiss before she went down the stairs and walked to the metro station. She could almost still feel the ropes wrapped around her.
She rolled over onto her back and forced her eyes open. She was overcome by the vertigo of unfamiliarity as she looked at the ceiling, the big paper lantern, and then the wall. This was not her room or any room she knew. The hard bed was unfamiliar; it was so low it felt almost as if she was on the floor. Bits and pieces of the previous evening bobbed up like flotsam from a sunken liner. As her brain swam into focus, she pieced together the puzzle. "Holy shit," she said quietly. She was in Professor Maxwell Kensington's bedroom! She spotted the bottle of rum with the two empty glasses, the towel on the bench ... the tangle of rope. "Ohmygod."
She lay there, naked beneath the sheets, and wondered what to do next. It wasn't the first time she woke in another man's bed and didn't know what to do. When getting picked up at bars or parties, she would often avoid awkward mornings by sneaking out while he was still asleep. She found herself doubly stuck. As his former student, she was more than well acquainted with the man who had bedded her. Looking again at the rope, it was clear that he was now considerably better acquainted with her. All her clothes were in the bathroom so sneaking out was not an option.
On the other hand, she had a glorious evening with him and would welcome another opportunity. She wondered if he felt the same way, though. Getting up, she wrapped the towel around her and crept down the hall.
Her first stop was the toilet. Her clothes were where she left them. She found her toothbrush and freshened up.
"You ready for coffee?" a familiar deep voice called as she turned off the faucet.
She padded out to the kitchen and smiled shyly. "Yes, please." He poured a cup from the old fashion Italian coffee pot on the stove and handed it to her. He wore a black cotton robe with a yellow and white bamboo motif. In a moment of inspiration, she set her cup down on the counter and kissed him. "Good morning."
He returned the greeting and surprised her by draping a familiar arm around her waist. She liked being this close to him. She sipped her coffee, it was rich and delicious. "Do you teach today?" she asked. There were few classes on Fridays, but during the summer months, the schedule was very different.
"Yes, I have a class this evening and tomorrow." He explained that he was teaching part of a Master's seminar that took place every second weekend in the summer months. It was the one opportunity working professionals had to obtain their degree without night classes or taking time off. "I have some preparation to do, but that can wait a bit." He gestured to the papers neatly arranged on the coffee table. It was obvious he was already preparing. "Yes, that can wait," he said, as if reading her mind.
He casually released the towel from about her and it dropped to the floor. Rhiannon instinctively reached for it as it fell, but it was clear that he wanted her naked. "Come," he said, setting down his cup. Taking her by the hand, he led her back to the bedroom.
He laid her spread-eagle on the bed and buried his face between her legs. Rhiannon closed her eyes and remembered him standing in front of her classroom, leaning against the podium while consulting his notes, walking around the room as he lectured, chatting with students after class. He was demanding in that he expected everyone to read the assignments. He was encouraging, too, helping draw answers from the students during in-class discussions. This man was now lovingly eating her pussy, his beard tickling and stimulating her.
His hands came up to her stomach and caressed her skin. When he moved them higher and began fondling her breasts, she felt that old familiar feeling welling up inside. She put her hands over his and let the orgasm roll over her.
He got up and let his robe fall to the floor. His cock was standing straight out. She wanted to suck it, but he had other ideas. He lowered himself onto her, sliding his cock inside. She moaned in relief as he pushed all the way in. She lay there and let him take her.
Charles always fucked her in the morning. He said he had more energy and that was certainly the case with Professor Kensington. He worked hard and was soon dripping sweat onto her belly. Some girls didn't like sweat, but she loved seeing a man give it his everything for her pleasure. Of course she enjoyed it more when both of them were sweating like horses, skin glistening as their bodies slid against one another.
He slowed to a stop and sat back on his heels. He was careful to remain inside her. "Let's get a shower and I'll take you out for breakfast." He stood up and pulled her to her feet.
"Just a minute," she said. "I want to taste myself." She bend over and sucked his cock. He ran his hand along her back and twined his fingers in her hair. She licked then sucked his cock, enjoying how it felt in her mouth. She leaned up and kissed him again before they stood and walked to the bathroom.
They took turns washing each other in the shower. Rhiannon knelt and sucked his cock until he was hard again. She then bent over and held the edge of the tub so he could take her once more. As they toweled off, he asked her if she enjoyed being tied up. She admitted that it turned her on to be so helpless and loved how the ropes felt against her skin.
"I have a little treat for you, then. Come." Excited, she followed him back to the bedroom. From the closet, he pulled another coil of rope. This one was made of hemp and a little thicker than the one he used last night. He piled it up on the floor and made a loop knot in the center; she could see a piece of thread identifying the center of the rope.
He put the loop of rope over her head. She could feel the knot at the back of her neck. Two strands of rope dangled down her front now. He tied the rope together using three knots; one above her breasts, one below, and one just around her navel. He passed all the remaining rope down between her legs.
He pulled the two strands of rope up behind her, careful to put one strand on either side of her pussy lips. The roughness of the rope pressing into her there was stimulating. The strands came around her buttocks and looped through the knotted strands near her navel. They went back around her back and to the front once more, looping through above the next knot. He repeated the pattern for the remaining strands of rope. He untied the knot behind her neck and she could feel the rope being slipped through the loop. He tightened the ropes until they fit snug around her body.
She thought he might tie up her hands again, but the result of this morning's work was that she was wrapped in a sort of rope cage. "How does that feel?" he asked. As she ran her hands over the ropes and looked down, she noticed that he was fully erect. Tying her up turned him on.
"Am I supposed to be able to move?" He nodded in response. "So, what's the point?"
"The point is, I can do stuff like this," he grabbed the ropes at the top and bottom and pushed her over. She didn't fall because he held the ropes and lowered her to the futon. The ropes supported her weight comfortably. He then flipped her on her front and pulled the ropes until she got on her knees. She fully expected him to fuck her at this point and was not surprised when he pushed his way inside. Instead of grabbing her hips or shoulders like he did last night, he held her tight with the ropes. The strands cut into her skin but it was far more erotic than painful.
When he finished with her, he said, "That, my dear Miss Kelly, is the point."
"Thank you for the lesson, Professor," she replied, demurely.
He smiled and slapped her ass. "Let's get dressed. I'm hungry." He went into his closet and pulled out jeans and a baggy linen shirt. She had only ever seen him wear conservative clothes like corduroy pants. This was another surprise for her.
She reached back to try to untie herself but he said, "No, just put your clothes on over that. No underwear, though." She went into the bathroom to get her clothes. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. The ropes looked so erotic. She loved how they made her feel and how they looked. She pulled her clothes on and added a bit of make up before meeting him at the door. As they walked down the stairs, the ropes touching her skin made her feel the same way as when she put on erotic lingerie.
He lived only a few blocks from the market. As they walked, he told her a bit about the classes he was teaching that weekend, topics familiar to Rhiannon her her own studies. She was somewhat distracted, however, as she was sensitive to the ropes wrapped around her body. The hemp touching her skin was mildly irritating but very sensual. She was, of course, totally turned on by the whole experience.
The market was not particularly busy on Friday morning, but there were still plenty of people about. The early lunch crowd was already making their way to the old building, picking up produce or visiting the small restaurants. He lead her to a bakery where the smells of fresh baked bread tantalized her. He ordered ham and cheese croissants for them both. As soon as she sat down, she felt the ropes under her buttocks and behind her back. She almost forgot about them as she stood in line, but now she was getting more aroused. It didn't help when he leaned in and told her that she was probably the only one in the market trussed up in hemp rope.
"Unbutton your top more, I want to see it." She looked around to see if anyone was watching before she undid one more button on her blouse. She was turned on by the idea of someone seeing that. She gently pulled at her top so he could see the rope. She could imagine him getting hard, but there was no way to reach beneath the table to judge for herself. As she ate, she leaned forward and moved so he could look down her blouse. The ropes shifted and excited her.
When they finished, he walked her through the market, picking up some cheese on the way out. The feel of the rope against her skin, particularly the two strands between her legs, was now electrifying. "One more button," he said as they exited the market. She looked around again and loosened the next button down. This was more than she dare expose at the best of times. The two top knots were clearly visible to anyone walking toward them.
As luck would have it, a few pedestrians were walking toward them. They were well dressed office workers. Rhiannon looked straight ahead and strained to watch them out of per peripheral vision. A couple of them looked straight at her. Did they see the rope? Did they know she was tied up beneath her blouse and skirt?
When they arrived at his his place, he stepped into the entrance but did not close the door behind them. He pulled out his erect cock and made her suck it right there in the threshold. Anyone could see them except that his back was toward the street. She crammed his cock deep into her throat and sucked him as hard as she could. The ropes had driven her mad with passion and she needed that thing inside her. "Please fuck me," she begged him.
They went up the stairs and into the apartment. Rhiannon all but tore off her clothes the moment she entered. She grabbed his dick again and sucked him feverishly. While she was busy, he removed his own clothes. When he was free, he stood her up and kissed her deeply. He maneuvered her into the living room and sat her on the back of the couch. She reached between her legs and guided him inside her.
Gripping the rope to support them both, he pounded her relentlessly. Rhiannon sighed in relief; all the tension that had built up in her the past hour was released. Throwing her head back, she moaned deeply as she was overtaken by an intense orgasm. Exhausted, Kensington dropped her on the couch and collapsed next to her. "OK, you win. I'm beat." He groaned and fell sideways, putting his head on a cushion there.
"That was intense," she said, straightening the ropes wrapped around her.
The ringing of the phone broke the tranquility. He got up, begrudgingly, and picked up the handset in the cradle near the door. "No, no problem," he said, "I just finished a late breakfast," he winked at her, "and I'm preparing for tonight." As he listened, he moved toward his office. "Yeah, that could work. Let me check. Give me a moment. I have it here somewhere."
Rhiannon watched him go into his office. She stood up and crept down the hall to peer inside. She wanted him to loosen the knots at her back so she could unbind herself. He could probably do that while he was on the phone.
Professor Kensington was at his computer, leaning back in his chair as he listened to the caller on the other end of the line. He was browsing through some web site, clicking and scanning the text. He looked over and winked at her again.
Feeling very naughty, she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the carpeted floor to kneel in front of him. He continued his conversation on the phone as she prodded him to turn his chair slightly. He slumped down in the seat more and spread his legs so she could put her head in his lap.
He was quite soft, but she knew that would soon change. She took the limp penis in her mouth and sucked it gently, rolling around with her tongue and pulling it deep. She cupped his balls with one hand and massaged them. He made a few agreeable noises on the phone and stroked the back of her head in approval.
As he grew in her mouth, she only half noticed the conversation. As near as she could tell, he was collaborating with another professor on some review. When he hung up, he said, "You are a very bad student, Miss Kelly." She just looked up and smiled.
He pulled her to her feet then bent her over his lap before she realized what was happening. The slap to her ass was quite expected once she was in position. With his bare palm he struck her again and again. They were not hard blows, but they were stinging blows, striking two every second. She could feel the ropes more than ever as his hand landed near them and as he used his left hand to grip the ropes at her back. After about a minute, her cheeks were burning hot and cold. She was sure her ass was bright red.
He slid the chair back and she half tumbled to the floor as he pushed her down. He pivoted around her and seconds later was guiding his cock into her aching pussy once more. She put her elbows on the ground, her head just beneath his desk, and let his take his pleasure once more.
He grunted then moaned as he poured his seed into her. He didn't stay inside, though, but sat back on the floor and panted. "Come here and I'll untie you." She crawled over to him and turned around. He worked at the knot in the back until she could feel the strands loosen. He unraveled the rope from the top loop and let her finish the rest.
Curious, Rhiannon got up and went to the toilet. In the mirror she saw the red marks where the rope and nipped at her skin. Her ass was a deep red from his spanking, but the rope marks there were more pronounced. She liked the look and snapped a photo with her phone.
When she returned to the living room, he was putting on his clothing. "Normally, I'd invite you to hang out for a bit, but I really must get to these notes before class."
"I have to get going anyway, but thank you." She wanted to ask him if she could see him some other time. She was returning home tomorrow, though, and didn't expect to be back in the city until fall semester. "Do you think you'll need a teaching assistant in September?"
He gave her a smile and said, "We can talk about that later. Send me a list of your classes and your marks so far and let me know what you plan to take next. Perhaps we can work out something." She smiled at his.
She put her clothes back on and got ready to leave. He busied himself on the couch, arranging his work there. When she was ready, he stood up and met her at the door.
In a school-girlish voice she said, "Thank you for the pleasant evening, Professor Kensington. You helped me understand the subject much more."
"Much better, Miss Kelly, much better." He pressed his lips to hers and they shared one last passionate kiss before she went down the stairs and walked to the metro station. She could almost still feel the ropes wrapped around her.
No comments:
Post a Comment