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MASTERING THE PROFESSOR

BOOK FOUR

TAKEN TO THE EDGE

by A.J. Steele

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Emma Burke is at her wits’ end. Gage is out of town for three days. Three days of being constantly plugged, edged and tormented through an endless series of kinky tasks designed to keep her at the peak of arousal without allowing her to come. By the end of the first day Emma is so frustrated, she’s not sure she’s going to survive. As she performs the tasks, each more diabolical and arousing than the last, controlling her orgasm becomes more and more impossible. But she’s determined to succeed. 
Because more than anything she wants to please him. Gage Rutherford is rapidly becoming the most important thing in her life, a thought that frightens the hell out of her. Because even though he’s in it only for the sex, she’s beginning to want more. Much more.

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“Good afternoon, Ms. Burke.”

Her pussy clenched just at the sound of his deep baritone voice. Everything about her just…softened. Her eyes, her body, her voice.

“Good afternoon to you, too.”

“Are you having a nice lunch with your friend, Tina?”

She lifted her eyes to Tina, nodding her head at the question on Tina’s face. “Yes, I am, as a matter of fact.”

“And are you wearing the garment I sent you this morning?”

Her belly rolled. “Yes, I am, as a matter of fact.”

She couldn’t see his smirk, but she could sure hear it in his voice. “Are they comfortable?”

“Not exactly.” Her own voice contained more than a little sarcasm.

“Did you bring the item I asked you to bring?”

The bullet vibrator. “Yes, Sir.” Sir. It just slipped out before she even realized she’d said it. Tina’s lips thinned, a sure indication she had noticed it too.

“When you put those panties on this morning, I’m sure you noticed the rubber seals on the outside of each of the dildos.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, listen carefully. I’m only going to say this once. I want you and Tina to go into the ladies’ room. I want you to peel back the seal on the front dildo and insert the bullet up into the hollow space inside it. And I want Ms. McCrory to film you doing it.”

Emma’s blood froze in her veins. “What?” She couldn’t keep the shock from her voice.

“I also want you to pull the undies down a bit and fuck the front dildo up into your cunt, so I can see how wet you are as a result of being aroused all day. And I want that in close-up.”

Emma’s heart lurched. “Gage—”

“You have three minutes, Ms. Burke. Figure it out. Or there will be consequences.”

He hung up. Emma jerked her phone away from her ear and stared at it. He hung up!

“What?” Tina asked

“He—he wants me to do something.” Emma raised horror-filled eyes to Tina’s. “And he wants you to film me doing it!”

“Oh, my God! Here?”

“No. In the bathroom. I have three minutes to send him the film.”

“Well, then we’d better get a move-on,” Tina said, sliding out of her booth and turning back to toss her olive drab Army jacket on the bench. “I’ll leave that here so they won’t think we skipped out or something.”

Emma slid off her bench and grabbed her purse, holding it against her chest like a shield. She followed Tina into the restroom. Fortunately, nobody else was in there. They went into the handicapped stall and latched the door.

“What does he want you to do?” Tina asked.

Emma bit her lip, not sure where to start. For a moment, she waffled, then she took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll make this quick. He’s out of town for three days and has promised to edge me the entire time he’s gone. This morning he sent me a pair of rubber panties with two dildos attached to them and told me I had to wear them. I had to take photos of myself as I put them on. And in. Now he wants me to take the bullet vibe I have in my purse and insert it into the front plug, which is partially hollow, and he wants you to film me doing it.” She thrust her phone at a startled Tina and rummaged through her purse, pulling out the small vibrator attached to a long pull-cord.

“How does that work?” Tina asked as Emma pulled down the baby changing station. She put her purse on it. “There’s no control on it.”

“It’s controlled remotely by telephone. All Gage has to do is dial its number and it starts vibrating. Other numbers can change the settings from slow to fast, constant to pulsing.”

To Emma’s surprise, Tina started laughing.

“What?”

“That is so goddamned diabolical! And so fucking hot! You are so fucking lucky!

“Yes, yes. But you need to get a grip and help me. We’ve only got two minutes left.”

Tina sobered instantly. “Okay. Okay.” She turned on the phone, started the video and aimed.

Swiftly, Emma pulled up her skirt, revealing the black rubber panties. She yanked them down, then spread her legs. Grabbing the front dildo at its base, she pulled it out around three inches, accompanied by a loud, sucking sound. The rubber cock was slick and shiny with her juices.

“Holy shit!” Tina exclaimed, moving even closer.

Gritting her teeth, Emma pushed it back in, then pulled it back out, fucking herself with it. Rasping it across her throbbing little clit until her thigh muscles were shaking and she was in grave danger of collapsing to the floor. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, her face and neck muscles tightened at the exquisite sensation of being fucked and not merely stuffed. She didn’t realize that Tina had moved the phone up to film a close-up of the pinched ecstasy on her face.

“Okay. That’s probably enough.” Emma’s voice was hoarse as she pushed the dildo all the way back in and pulled the panties back up. Her shoulders slumped forward as she tried to catch her breath.

Fumbling for the rubber seal on the underside of the dildo, she flipped it open. Then she thrust the metal vibe up inside, along with the pull cord, and secured the seal once again. As soon as she straightened and lowered her skirt, she gasped and froze.

“What?” Tina asked, still filming.

“He just turned it on.” Emma’s voice was a quavering squeak, high and thin. “Oh, my God!” She grabbed the phone out of Tina’s hand, turned off the video, and sent it to Gage. Her fingers were trembling. Then she ripped off a long strip of toilet paper and wiped up the excess moisture between her legs. Not that it would do any good. She’d be wet again before they finished lunch.

Tina unlatched the stall door and waited while Emma washed her hands. Then they went back to their table. If Emma’s walk was perhaps a bit cautious, she couldn’t help it. She’d never had to navigate through a sea of tables and chairs with two plugs and a vibrator buzzing away inside her before.

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Fr614lXn787JL._UX250_om fairies in the garden at age 9 to handcuffs in the boudoir at age 60, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French from Georgia State University followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Emory University. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as a book, Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resource for early childhood educators.

At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist, Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, an actress, and a writer. Now, at age 73, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”.

Followed closely, of course by bestselling author. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams die hard.

Now retired, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.

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Weekly Author Spotlight-Julie Shelton

MASTERING THE PROFESSOR

BOOK THREE

TRAINING TO BE TAKEN

by A.J. Steele

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After a particularly sensual interlude with Emma Burke following an evening of the hottest sex he’d ever participated in, Gage Rutherford is terrified. As a Dom, he’s always prided himself on being able to remain aloof from his submissives. Guiding them, mentoring them, and scening with them while maintaining strict control of both himself and the women. Never allowing any personal feelings to intrude. But with Emma, everything is different. He’s feeling things he swore he’d never feel. Wanting things he never imagined wanting. This woman is way too appealing and that makes her dangerous. He needs to put as much distance between them as possible. Now.

Except he can’t seem to break away. He’s never found a more perfect submissive than Emma. Masochist to his sadist, adventurous, and so damned responsive. Unfortunately, as idyllic as she seems on the surface, keeping her could easily turn out to be the worst mistake of his life.

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Emma stood in the sumptuous bathroom, mouth dry, facing Gage, watching his hands as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, gradually revealing more and more of his broad chest. He’d already taken off his tie and suit jacket, hanging them up on a hook on the back of the door. This was going to be the first time she had ever seen him naked. As he yanked the tails up out of his pants, her belly plummeted and she felt fresh cream gushing out into her already-sopping folds. Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, he pulled his arms out and tossed it backward in the direction of the hamper.

She knew she was staring, but she couldn’t help herself. He was magnificent with that broad chest, firm, well-defined pecs, the smattering of crisp, curly, black hairs dusting his sun-bronzed skin.  Holy fuck! His cock wasn’t the only thing that was pierced!  Stainless steel barbells skewered his coppery nipples and suddenly her mouth went from desert dry to bubbling spring and her pussy grew even wetter. She licked her lips. Jesus, she wanted to suck those hard nipples, play with those piercings, make him shudder and groan with desire.

He toed off his black wingtips. His hands moved to his belt buckle and her gaze followed like a guided missile. The clinking sound made by the metal pieces as he freed them from the strip of leather was quickly becoming one of her favorite sounds in the entire world. A sound guaranteed to stoke her arousal to fever pitch. A sound that made her want to sink to her knees and suck his cock. Or bend over the nearest sofa to feel the kiss of the folded leather on her ass and thighs. As he unzipped his pants and bent forward to push them down, she gasped.

Jesus! He had a tattoo! From the looks of it, a rather large tattoo. As she watched, mesmerized, he stepped out of his trousers, picked them up, straightened, and turned to put them on a hanger, revealing the sheer magnitude of the tattoo. A spectacular medieval dragon, wheeling in mid-flight, covered his entire back. The dragon’s head, located on Gage’s left shoulder blade, was turned to shoot a blast of fiery flames back toward the observer. His wings rose over the top of Gage’s shoulders. The long sinewy tail stretched down over the round globe of Gage’s right ass cheek and wrapped around his thigh, its barbed tip ending on the back of his calf just below his right knee. The mythical creature’s scales were a rainbow of jewel tones that seemed to shimmer in the bright bathroom light.

Emma’s hand flew to her throat. Good Lord! I watched every move he made at the club last Friday night as he worked that woman over! How come I didn’t notice all that fabulous ink? Or those pierced nipples? How could I possibly have missed them? She shook her head. I don’t know. Could it be because the light in there was so dim?

Yeah, it could, her cynical self argued snidely, but that wouldn’t be the whole reason, now, would it? Face it. You were too busy staring at that menacing mask he was wearing. Or those gorgeous muscles flexing and bunching every time he raised and lowered his arm.

Bullshit. You didn’t notice the tats or the piercings because the instant his eyes met yours you were caught. Captured. Held in thrall as if you’d been trapped in a force field, helpless to look away. And when he started walking toward you, you were a goner. The breath snagged in her lungs and she shivered at the memory of that slow, predatory advance across the room toward her, their gazes still locked, electricity zapping back and forth between them as he’d closed the distance that separated them.

That was the real reason those other details hadn’t registered on her brain. His gaze had captured hers like a rabbit in a snare and she’d been too busy drowning in those emerald green pools to notice anything else. Exactly as she was drowning in them now. Because he had turned around and was once again facing her.

She cleared her throat. “There has to be a story behind that tattoo,” she said, her voice so hoarse it sounded strangled.

His look sent her pulses racing. “When my sisters and I were kids, our housekeeper used to read us stories about Robin Hood and King Arthur and dragon slayers. My sisters told me I was St. George.” He smirked. “I always identified with the dragon.”

She stepped toward him, lifting her hand, then pulling it back as she realized that she was about to touch him. “May I?” she asked, her eyes wide.

His only answer was to turn around, presenting his back to her.

With a sigh, she placed the palms of her hands on his hot, tattooed skin just above his shoulder blades, stroking down and all around. The dragon was magnificent. But Gage Rutherford was even more magnificent. His hard, rippling muscles, the smooth satin of his skin captured her as nothing else ever had. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and rested her cheek against his spine between her hands, drawing his heady masculine scent deep into her lungs. Despite all the orgasms he had just given her downstairs, she was ready for more. Her clit was throbbing with newly awakened need.

Turning her cheek slightly, she pressed her lips to the inked lines on his skin, the dragon’s scales shimmering in shades of blue, aqua, and purple.

“It’s so beautiful,” she breathed as she began placing kisses randomly across his back. “So powerful. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s…you,” she finished lamely, frustrated by her lack of ability to summon up the words she wanted. Her brain had been pulsed in a blender.

She continued kissing him, moving lower and lower as she did so until she found herself on her knees, gripping his thighs, brushing her lips across the dragon’s tail in a flurry of kisses, following it over the curvature of his ass cheek. As her mouth moved lower, he turned, allowing her to follow the sinuous tattoo as it twined around his thigh, all the way down to his calf.

He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up, studying her face. She returned his scrutiny through half-closed lids, her eyes unfocused, dazed with lust. His cock was mere inches from her mouth. She could see the beads of pre-cum seeping from the slit, smell his earthy musk. She tried to move her head forward and take it into her mouth, but his grip on her hair kept her in place.

“Open your mouth, Ms. Burke and stick out your tongue.”

She did. He grabbed his cock and began tapping it against her tongue. When she whimpered and tried to pull it back into her mouth, he gave her hair a painful yank and jerked her upward, making her cry out.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?”

“No, no, Sir.”

Loosening his grip only enough to allow her to sink back down onto her legs, he waited for her to open her mouth and once again stick out her tongue. Again he tapped his cock against it, each slap harder than the previous one, moving back and forth between her tongue and her cheeks until she was gasping for every sobbing breath.

He paused. “Do you know what I want, Ms. Burke?” he asked, his voice a growl.

“No, Sir.”

He slapped her with it three more times, then rested the tip on her tongue before releasing it. “I want you to suck my cock,” he went on. “I want you to take me into that beautiful mouth of yours all the way to the back of your throat. I want you to suck and lick and nibble as if cock is the most delicious treat in the world.”

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Fr614lXn787JL._UX250_om fairies in the garden at age 9 to handcuffs in the boudoir at age 60, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French from Georgia State University followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Emory University. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as a book, Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resource for early childhood educators.

At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist, Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, an actress, and a writer. Now, at age 73, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”.

Followed closely, of course by bestselling author. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams die hard.

Now retired, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.

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