The Summons

An eBook By Susanna Valent.

"Connie, when I called you 'my liege' that time when you probably thought I was just fooling around, I really wasn't kidding," I told her.

"I know. I knew it then. And I find it very appropriate, especially as so much respect has been drained away from the teaching profession. Therefore, if you don't treat me exactly that way, this is over, and you can forget about your degree. Don't ever test me, Sandy. One strike is all you get," Connie warned me.

"Yes, my liege," I said. It made me shiver but I managed to suppress it.

"Good. Turn off the light and come here," she said.

I got up and did as she said. "Connie, would you guide me back? It's really dark."

"Follow my voice, Sandy," she said. It had dropped to a growl. "Be careful."

I picked my way back through the maze of furniture until I was close to the sofa, where I found she had moved from her chair. She grabbed my wrist and said, "Kneel down."

I had to. I was getting dizzy already.

"Give me your hand," she said, and she guided it to her breast. In the darkness she had removed her shirt and bra.

"Connie," I gasped.

"Shhhh." Her other hand found my face, and then her lips were on mine. For a moment or two, we just kissed very gently, while I caressed her breast, and the nipple hardened under my fingers. I didn't slide my tongue into her mouth, I let her enter me, so she would feel secure. It was all I could do not to weep with joy that she was, however slowly, forgiving me for my imaginary crime, which was very real to her.

Then she broke the kiss, lay down on her side and guided my mouth to her breast. "Be very, very gentle, Sandy," she whispered. "No teeth, just lips and tongue."

"Mmm-hmm," I agreed.

Connie relaxed as I made love to her. "Listen, Sandy, my breasts are very, very sensitive. I can climax from the right stimulation. That's all I want, and it's all we're going to do, for now."

"Okay," I whispered. Bingo! How could she have known I preferred giving pleasure to receiving it? That hadn't been in my story.

She sighed. "Later, if you do exactly as I tell you, there may be ... other things."

I responded by obeying her. Connie's breasts were tiny, and in order to maintain the proper contact, I had to use both hands, very gently, to position them so that I could maintain the proper speed and pressure. Her right hand was on the back of my neck, and she used it to guide me from one breast to the other as she desired.

"Oh, dear God," she moaned, and I could smell her musk. It was intoxicating, and she crossed her legs at the ankles so that her thighs were tightly together. "Mmmmmm," she panted. "Ohhhh."

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