Megan was running both her hands through her hair as she paced up and down her study. Two hands - that was double exasperation. Her usual concrete control seemed to have slipped a notch.
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me," she castigated me.
"The subject never came up. I'm not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other." Why was I feeling guilty?
"Well, you know a lot more about me now. I knew you were a little inexperienced but I thought that it was because we're both women. May God forgive me but have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?"
"Of course I have." I tried my best to look affronted.
"And a nice young man hasn't swept you off your feet? I just don't understand. You're twenty-one, almost twenty-two. You're beautiful." She ran her hand through her hair again. Beautiful. I flushed with pleasure. Megan Pete thought I was beautiful. I knotted my fingers together, trying to conceal my smile. "And you're discussing what I want to do when you have no experience. How have you avoided sex all this time?"
"No one's really, you know. Are you mad at me?" I whispered.
"I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself. I just assumed..." she sighed. She regarded me shrewdly then shook her head. "Do you want to go?" she asked, her voice gentle.
"No, unless you want me to go," I murmured.
"Of course not. I like having you here." She frowned as she said it and glanced at her watch. "It's late." She turned to look at me. "You're biting your lip."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. It's just that I want to bite it too." I gasped... how could she say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected. "Come," she murmured.
"What?"
"We're going to rectify this situation right now."
"What do you mean? What situation?"
"Your situation. I'm going to have sex with you tonight." I'm a situation. "That's if you want to, I mean, I don't want to push my luck."
"I thought you didn't have sex. I thought you fucked hard." She gave me a wicked grin, the effects of which travel all the way down there.
"I can make an exception, or maybe combine the two, we'll see. I really want to make love to you. Please, come to bed with me. I want our arrangement to work, but you really need to have some idea what you're getting yourself into. We can start your training tonight - with the basics. This doesn't mean I've come over all hearts and flowers, it's a means to an end, but one that I want, and hopefully you do too." Oh, how my wishes come true.
"But I haven't done all the things you require from your list of rules." My voice was all breathy, hesitant.
"Forget about the rules. Forget about all those details for tonight. I want you. I've wanted you since you walked into my office, and I know you want me. You wouldn't be sitting here calmly discussing punishment and hard limits if you didn't. Please, Beyoncé, spend the night with me." She held her hand out to me, her eyes were bright, fervent... excited, and I put my hand in hers. She pulled me up and into her arms so I could feel the length of her body against mine, the swift action took me by surprise. She ran her fingers down the nape of my neck, wound my ponytail around her wrist, and gently pulled it so I was forced to look up at her.
"You're one brave woman." Her words were like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flamed. She leaned down and kissed my lips gently, and she sucked my lower lip. She pulled away slightly and carefully tugged at my bottom lip with her teeth. I moaned and she smiled. "Are you going to let me?"
