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You've Got Desire, So Let It Out: Chapter 2

You love your job. Being a teacher is what you've always wanted to do. But being in charge all day can be draining. You are looking for someone to take that control away for a while. When Robin and Steve set you up with Eddie, an old friend from high school, sparks fly! One day you ask Eddie to come volunteer in your classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. But what happens when the inevitable discipline issue arises and you have to use your teacher voice in front of him for the first time? Let's just say Eddie enjoys it a bit too much.

☆Tags: 21+ MDNI, switch Eddie Munson, switch reader, BDSM, kinky sex, choking, dirty talk, dom/sub, impact play, bratting, degradation, praise, humiliation, restraints, mean dom Eddie, overstimulation, orgasm control

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“Robiiin!” You whined from the floor, back against the couch. Hoping your voice would reach her in the kitchen, “Can you get me another drink?” After a moment she came padding back into the living room handing you a glass of clear liquid with ice. An expression of gratitude turns sour, “Hey this is water!”

“Yeah! You didn’t specify so I gave you what you needed.”

You pouted but took a few sips anyways. You’d been over her place for hours along with Steve, having a great time. Complaining about how hopeless all of your love lives were, laughing at whatever crappy movie was playing in the background, and of course drinking. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had but that was never a problem before, no this wouldn’t be the first time you’d slept on Robin's couch. But this time you’d definitely had more than you probably should have because there was no filter left to prevent the spontaneous confession from falling out in response, “No what I need is someone to call me a good girl and spank my ass while they fuck my brains out!”

“Excuse me?” Both of your friends call out.

Your brain had no sense that they weren't actually looking for an answer, “I need to get laid is what I need!” The hand not clutching the sweating glass reached up and wrapped around your throat, “Someone’s thick hand choking me while telling me what a filthy slut I am!” You are completely absorbed in the image of your own fantasy. Unaware of the incredulous stares from your friends boring themselves in your direction, then back at each other.

You awoke in Eddie’s bed the next morning. Blinking. You came into consciousness realizing he was sound asleep next to you. His arm lazily draped over your waist.

The morning after was always so awkward, your last serious relationship was with a guy you went to high school with back in the city. That time in your life ended well before moving here to Hawkins. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t have anything to do with the differences in sexual desires. Since then you’d been living the one night stand, Maybe I’ll call him back sort of life. But this felt different. There was no urgency to carefully escape his arms and sneak away before he noticed. No calling for a ride back to your place because you couldn’t get away fast enough. No quick Don’t call me. I’ll call you, note left in haste as you walk home. Eddie’s arm shifted just a touch. You leaned closer into the feeling. Pressing your back against his chest. No you weren’t going anywhere, at least not anytime soon.

You enjoyed lazy morning cuddles as Eddie slept behind you. You drifted in and out of sleep a few times but never so deeply that you didn’t hear the loud buzzing of your phone against the quiet of the trailer from where it sat in the other room.

Careful not to disturb him as much as possible, you tiptoed to the living room. It was a message from Robin.

I hope you had fun last night! Can’t wait to hear all the horny details! Call me.

Smiling at your phone screen, you typed a quick response before wandering back to the bedroom. Thankful that Eddie was still asleep. You tried to take up your previous position without disturbing him but the movement of the worn mattress was just too much. He inhaled deeply and stretched out his arms. You leaned into him and whispered, “Good morning.”

He blinked a few times. Eyes adjusting to the sunshine that was starting to make its way in through the window, he smiled at you, “Hey, you’re still here. I think I had a dream that you were just a figment of my imagination.”

Giggling you cuddled to him closer, “And miss out on morning after cuddles? Not a chance!”

He only responded with a quiet hum and kissed the side of your head. A surprisingly comfortable silence fell over the room. You inhaled deeply wanting to commit this moment to memory. The feel of his arm around you. His musky smell mixed with lingering nicotine. You’re not sure how long passed before he finally spoke, “I had a really great time last night.”

You were hoping that he would follow it up with something like When can I see you again? or Wanna go for round two? but he was quiet again. You swallowed hard, not wanting to miss your chance to see him again, “Me too. When’s your band playing next? I’d love to come and see you guys play again sometime.”

“We have a show next weekend,” for the first time since meeting him, he sounded nervous. Not so subtle changes in his tone make it more and more obvious by the second. Morning Eddie was wildly different from nighttime Eddie. It was a sharp contrast from his confidence last night. Right now he seemed unsure of himself and hesitated before asking, “If you give me your number, I could text you the details.”

You grinned, almost enjoying how shy he sounded. It was kind of sweet, “Go get your phone.”

He grabbed into the bed. Gripping onto whatever his hands could find, “But it’s so comfy in here!”

You pulled away. Caressing your hand down his arm, “Where is it? Can I grab it?” He nodded and watched you from the bed as he directed you to retrieve it from his jacket pocket. You typed in your number. A moment of reflection gave your fingers pause before deciding to be bold and add a pink heart. You handed it to him and he chuckled when he saw that you had typed Teach instead of your name. His fingers ran through his hair and set his phone to the side. Looking at him as he leaned shirtless against the pillows with his arms resting effortlessly above his head. You felt your eyes wander all over his chest. Soaking up every bit of him.

He sat up, “We should probably get up. Do you want some coffee?”

“Oh I’d love that!” You got up and put your clothes on from last night. He watched you from the corner of his eye with soft glances as he did the same.

“You can shower if you’d like.”

Just then your phone rang. It was Robin. Eddie smiled and said he’d give you some privacy before leaving the room.

“Hey!” Her happy voice came through the speaker, “Can you talk for a second or are you otherwise occupied?”

“He’s making us coffee, I can talk for a second. What’s up?”

“I was heading to the store and I wanted to see if you wanted me to pick you up on my way.”

You laughed, “You just want to hear if we had sex or not!”

“Of course I do! It’s not everyday you set up your two freaky friends, and I’m assuming since you’re still there that I get to hear a very juicy story!”

“You’re too much, but yes I’d love to go to the store with you.”

“I’ll be there in a bit!”

After your phone call you finished getting dressed and couldn’t help but be a little nosy. Taking advantage of your isolation, you investigated his room before joining him in the kitchen. It was messy but had an endearing charm. These posters must still be up from high school. Many of the corners on the old paper had started to lift long ago. You could see evidence that he tried more than once to add more tape in an attempt to keep them flat. Several ashtrays sat scattered on the different surfaces, accented by a few lighters. He had a ton of music! His collection of vintage cassette tapes and vinyls was quite impressive. Just from reading a few titles, your heart warmed that not only did you and Eddie share bedroom preferences, but music as well. After snooping you decided it was finally time to join him in the kitchen.

Eddie was sitting in a chair beside the small open window, at the table that was pressed flush against the edge of the room. In one hand he held a black coffee mug and resting between the same fingers he held a lit cigarette. He had also finished dressing. The great view of his tattoos was gone. As soon as you emerged, he handed you a warm ceramic mug, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted anything in it so I left it black.”

After adding a splash of the creamer he offered you and taking a sip you joined him at the small table, “Thank you sir.”

“You’re welcome, I’m glad you said that because I think we need to have another talk. If you have time, that is.”

Anxiety. No matter how much you tried to work on it, it always had a fun way of creeping in where it isn’t wanted. You had no reason to suspect that he was upset with you or didn’t want to see you anymore but damn it if with those words he didn’t summon a deep pit in your stomach.

Hiding your worry with another sip of coffee you responded, “Ok. Robin and I are going to the store but yeah I have time.”

You were learning that dominant Eddie was very straight to the point, “Communication is extremely important in this lifestyle. Especially with new partners.” He drinks again, “And I gotta tell you teach, I’ve never had such a good first session.” You feel the muscles in your shoulders unconsciously relax, “Even with experienced doms and subs, it usually takes a while for the two people to click or connect but with you, if I may be so bold— I’ve never felt more comfortable and I hope the feeling is mutual.” After he finished, he took a drag off the cigarette in his hand and exhaled up into the air.

“Definitely!” The giddiness in your voice sparked a smile on his otherwise serious face, “Even though I don’t have any other formal experience, I was already thinking how much I’d like to do that again.”

His smile brightened, “Me too sweetheart. I have one more question first. These types of relationships can all look wildly different. Sometimes a dom and sub are just that, nothing more. Other times they are in a more traditional relationship as well, what exactly are you looking for?”

The heat from the coffee was the perfect excuse to explain away your blushing cheeks, “Well Eddie. I didn’t know anything about you when I turned around and came face to face with your chest yesterday and even without the knowledge that you would pin me down and fuck me into your mattress, I thought you were hot as hell– think, still think. You’re hot. Fuck I’m going to stop talking.”

He leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the table, “No please continue your cute ramblings. Tell me more about how hot I am.”

“Actually I lied,” you couldn’t hide your huge grin or bring yourself to actually lie and say he was ugly. Listening to his laugh as he teased you right back, with a cheeky raised eyebrow over his coffee mug, as if to say Are you sure about that sweetheart? Everything about him got your heart racing, “In all seriousness, I had a great time listening to your band. You guys are really good. I better get that text message with the details for your next show!”

“Of course, I can't disappoint a fan.”

Fan. At that moment you felt a shift. The train took a hard left causing all the luggage to shake as your mind raced rapidly through every relationship you’d ever had. All your previous affections felt fleeting. Just a way to pass the time with some pleasant company by your side. Hearing him describe you as just another one of his fans flipped a switch in your brain. That’s not what you want from him.

“I’d like to be more than just a fan Eddie,” Brushing the front pieces of your hair behind your ear, you looked him right in the eyes. He’d asked what you were looking for and insisted upon open communication so, just throw it out there! Tell him what you want, “Will you go on a date with me?”

He was quiet for a moment. His body leaned forward again, shortening the distance between you even more. His elbows pressed on the edge of the small table. He tilted his head slightly to the side as a wide grin grew and grew on his lips, “You beat me to it sweetheart. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you the very same question all morning. Would you do me the honor of going to dinner with me?”

You leaned in. Matching his body language. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached over and slowly slipped the lit cigarette from his fingers and pressed it to your lips, inhaling deeply as you watched his eyes pop. Slowly, with an exhale you winked at him, “I’m free tonight big boy.”

Beep!

Before he could respond a car horn filled both your ears. You peeked out the window, “Robin’s here.” You pressed away from the table and went to grab his phone from where he’d set it in the bedroom, “Here. Before I leave, send me those details and make sure you include what time you’ll be picking me up tonight.”

“Demanding this morning aren’t we sweetheart. Need I remind you where that smart mouth of yours landed you last night?”

“Oh I’m well aware sir,” you flipped your hair out as you put your blazer back on and grabbed your bag. You stood behind him. Wrapping your arms around where he still sat in the chair, “And just in case you missed all my hints, let me be perfectly clear. I’d love to end up there again.” You’d gotten so wrapped up in teasing him that you didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to his face.

“Damn your heart is racing!” Suddenly you were silent, lips pressed together tightly. His brow cocked. Eyes shifting as he looked at you from over his shoulder, “What happened sweetheart– cat got your tongue?”

There was a knock on the door, “If you guys are still having sex hurry it up!”

Your neck muscle went slack and hung on his shoulder, “Has she always been this bossy?”

“If I tell you the truth she might murder me,” he reached his hand up towards your face and turned your cheek, bringing your eyes to his. The calloused tips of his fingers against your skin as he maneuvered you to suit his needs. A tightness in your chest halted your breathing as he kissed your lips, “See you tonight.”

“Finally!” Robin started the car after you hurried out to join her, “I expect full details since I was made to wait.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “I thought you expected full details regardless?” As you got in the car, you got a message from an unknown number.

Be ready at 8 o’clock sharp sweetheart. I got your address from Harrington so I’ll see you then. As for our new number one fan’s request, Corroded Coffin will be playing again next Friday night at The Hideout. Our set starts at 9 pm.

His odd formality put a smile on your face. You saved his number and then responded.

I’ll be ready sir. See you then.

She waved you off, “That’s beside the point. So? What happened? We were all like really shocked when the two of you just sort of… left last night.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you felt like a lovesick school girl again as you sank into the seat and stared at the roof of her old car, “But Robin! God is it too soon for me to say I think he might be the one? Everything he did was fucking perfect.”

“If the two of you get married I expect to get the credit for setting you up together.”

“I don’t know,” you mused playfully, “You did keep him a secret from me until last night.”

She rolled her eyes at you, “You’re impossible. I told you he was off living the rockstar life. He’s barely been back a week!”

Your mind flashed back to last night. Eddie’s hand around your throat after you made that same expression. Your face flushed. The skin on your neck tingled, remembering the sensation. Unconsciously raising your fingers to graze over the area, “I rolled my eyes at him last night and he choked me.”

“Excuse me,” she yelled!

“I told you he was perfect Robin. He asked me what kinds of things I liked and didn’t like. Before we did anything, we discussed what I should do if I needed him to stop. That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had!”

“I mean this in the most loving way possible– you’re both freaks,” she smiled at you.

“So you don’t want to hear more then?” an eyebrow cocked at her.

“Let’s not go that far!”

Recounting every horny detail to Robin, got you all the more worked up for tonight. You spent most of the day with Robin, running a few errands before shopping for a cute outfit to wear for your date with Eddie tonight. The rest of the day dragged on as your anticipation for your date with Eddie grew. You wondered where he was going to take you and more importantly what surprises would the evening hold for you afterwards.

At long last, it was nearly 8:00 pm and despite having already had sex with him, you were nervous. Your bratty instincts wanted so badly to take after some of your students and push the boundaries. To test Eddie and see how much you can get away with teasing him. Maybe make him come up here to get you and then be late for dinner. Unfortunately the first date jitters took over and you found yourself waiting patiently outside your apartment building for him to arrive.

The night air was cool and your leather jacket did little to keep out the chill. Thankfully Eddie showed up shortly after that and welcomed you with a warm passenger seat.

“Such a good girl waiting outside for me,” he gripped your thigh tightly as you closed the door, “I hope you weren’t out there long.”

“No sir, only a few minutes.”

“So polite this evening sweetheart. Don’t tell me all it took for the bratty girl I met last night to be put back in her place was one session.” The veins in his one hand flexed as gripped the steering wheel. You failed in resisting the urge to squeeze your legs together.

“Not at all,” you held his thick ringed fingers of the hand that was still resting on your thigh, “I just wanted to show you that I’m also very interested in simply getting to know you. I was a little nervous getting ready if I’m being honest.”

His warm smile set your heart on fire, “I was nervous too. I know this may come as a shock, but I don’t go on many dates.”

You’re pretty sure from his tone that he’s being sarcastic but you do find that shocking, “Well clearly nobody else has eyes or ears because between your voice, your music, your eyes— my poor knees didn’t stand a chance.”

A loud laugh fills the van, “You’re too kind sweetheart.”

He keeps driving while you inspect the old radio, “What were you listening to?” Secretly making predictions based on what you saw in his room. You popped the cassette out and couldn’t stop the giggles, “1984 huh? Were you hot for teacher Eddie?”

“You caught me,” he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, “Let’s get inside. I’m starving!”

Every interaction you’ve had with Eddie so far has been surprisingly comfortable. He is incredibly easy to talk to and you can’t help but let the conversation flow as if you’ve known one another for years. Which of course is proven false as your conversation continues after the waitress walks away.

“So when Robin told me I had to meet her smokin’ hot, kinky teacher friend, she didn’t really tell me much else. How long have you lived in Hawkins? And I gotta ask, why the hell did you choose to take up residence in a shit hole like this?” He leaned in on both elbows, body language bracing to absorb every word you were about to say.

“I moved here about a year ago from the city, and honestly? I chose Hawkins because it was the farthest thing from what I was used to. I needed a change.”

“Looking to try something new sweetheart?” His saccharine tone was so soothing.

Your mind flutters. Considering just how much of the story of why you left you should reasonably share on a first date. You could just lay it all out there and tell him the full truth. That you left after breaking up with your boyfriend due to sexual differences, that nothing felt right after the two of you separated. Or you could just take the safe route and tell him that it was school that prompted you to move. You opted to respond with a shrug, “I found a job in my preferred grade level. It was just a bonus that I got to move as far away as possible.”

The waitress dropped off your appetizer. Eddie popped a bite into his mouth, “How long have you been teaching?”

“Mm, these are good,” you finish your bite and answer, “5 years. Took forever to find a job out of college but I love it. Most days,” you laugh.

“I honestly don’t know how you do it.”

You laughed, “I take it you don’t like kids?”

If he was caught off guard by the question he gave no indication, “Henderson drives me fucking crazy sometimes and he’s a damn adult now. I don’t think I could spend all day with kids. You said you teach 2nd grade right? How old are your students? Do they have teeth?”

Even the waitress chuckled, having overheard his bizarre question as she dropped off your dinner. You had been asked a lot of odd questions about your job but this one was definitely a first. It took a moment for you to regain your composure and stop laughing, “Yes Eddie they have teeth, although this is the time when they are falling out. But they are far more capable at this age than most people seem to think.”

The conversation flowed smoothly as the two of you continued eating. Although you were clearly focused more on each other than your food, “Ok your turn! How long has your band been together?”

“Since middle school if you can believe it. Used to drive my Uncle Wayne crazy with my horrible playing.”

“You lived with your Uncle?”

His head fell, “Yeah. Lived with him until he died of a sudden heart attack a few years ago.” Your face rightfully so quickly turned somber, “Sorry, this is supposed to be fun first date stuff and I’m over here making it sad.”

Your arm reached across the table and held his hand, “I would have loved to meet him. If he raised you I’m sure he was a wonderful man.”

“He was,” he fidgeted trying to get back on topic, “But yeah anyhow, it wasn't until a few years ago that we started to actually get somewhere. Word of mouth does wonders for a reputation. Started getting offers to play outside of Hawkins and it just took off! We just got back in town last week from Michigan.”

“That’s incredible! You’re on the road to living that rockstar life. Your original songs were so good, you wrote them right?”

A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks, “Yeah it’s me. How’d you know?”

“Intuition,” you smiled at him and enjoyed the moments of silence that followed, “When Robin called me yesterday and told me I needed to meet you I’ll be honest I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

His curiosity peaked, “Oh yeah? I can only imagine what she told you.”

Hiding your smile behind your hand, you swallowed your bite of food, “She called you a, and I quote, weird stoner nerd boy who still plays dungeons and dragons.”

His laugh was so genuine you couldn’t help the warmth growing in your chest, “She nailed it! I’m all of the above sweetheart.”

“I’ve always wanted to give that game a try. We should play together sometime.”

“Nothing would bring me more joy than to be your dungeon master,” he leaned in close as he spoke and raised a cocky brow, “in more ways than one.”

“Did we leave any room for dessert?” It wasn’t often that you found yourself ordering dessert on a first date but when the waitress came around again you looked into Eddie’s eyes and found mischief.

He ordered for you, “Can we get that brownie with ice cream? Thanks.”

After she was gone Eddie’s gaze intensified, “Here’s what’s going to happen sweetheart. You were quite the open book last night, spilling all your deep dark fantasies to me. But there’s still a lot I want to know. So we’re going to play a little game, how does that sound?”

“Sounds like fun sir, how does it work?”

“Nothing complicated. If you answer a question you get a bite of dessert.

After an evening of playing nice, the brat resurfaced, “I get to ask you questions too, right sir? A one sided game wouldn’t be very fair now would it?”

“Of course, let’s start shall we? Get a few practice rounds in before the real fun begins. The game is simple, I’ll give you two choices. Since our dessert has both, I want to know which one you are looking forward to more, chocolate or vanilla?”

“Chocolate,” you say without breaking eye contact, “I propose a new rule, no repeat questions. Appetizer or dessert?”

“Dessert always. Movie date or dancing?”

“Would dancing at one of your shows count? Because if yes then definitely dancing,” even in the dim restaurant lighting you watch his pupils dilate. You imagine him picturing what you would look like from his view on stage. Your body swaying and shaking to his music, a drink in your hand, not a care in the world. Consumed body and mind with his lyrics.

“You really had a good time?”

“Yes Eddie! I wasn’t just saying nice things because of how good your dick felt pounding—“

“Here’s your brownie,” the waitress looked like she wanted to get away from your table as fast as possible. Muttering how you should let her know if you needed anything else before practically running away.

Mortified thinking about how much of your previous statement she heard you clear your throat and changed the subject, “Cats or dogs? Now keep in mind there is a correct answer.”

He laughed at your flustered expression, “I assume this will be on the test teach? I never was one for studying. Cats,” his hand lifted the spoon placed alongside the brownie by the kitchen staff, “Here’s where things get interesting sweetheart. Blindfolds or handcuffs?”

Oh. So this is his game, “Handcuffs.”

“Good girl,” he scooped a perfect bite of equal parts warm gooey brownie and cold creamy vanilla and raised it to your lips. Leaning in across the table you opened your mouth, licking your lips before taking the spoon into your mouth. Savoring that first bite before swallowing.

“My turn,” you swiped the spoon from him, “Late night sex or morning sex?”

“Sex is good anytime of day with the right person,” a sentimental glimmer shone in his eye, “Morning.”

Honestly you had been expecting the former, thinking he’d say something cheeky like the freaks come out at night or Are you afraid of the dark?

He took your instance of hesitation and swooped in, grabbing the bite you crafted for him and regaining control of the spoon, “Spanked with a toy or with my hand?”

You felt your brain get stuck on the word my as you tried to not let him see he was winning. The ease with which he assumed of course it would be his hand. Not just any hand. His hand. The smug look in his eyes knowing your response already. Like there wasn’t a chance in hell that you would choose cold leather over, “Your hand.” He knew damn well he didn’t need to respond as he held your prize out to you. Letting your tongue lick every bit of that spoon clean while trying to think of a good question.

“Oh! Giving or receiving oral?”

He smirked, “Excited by that one are we?” You waited for his answer. Holding out the dripping mess that was slowly becoming your brownie. He grabbed your wrist and brought the sweet treat to his mouth. His tongue started lapping greedily at the base of the shining silver still clutched in your hand, where the melting ice cream was dripping. His deep brown eyes locked with yours. Wet clicking noises seemed to echo through the seemingly silent restaurant as the tip of his tongue pressed into the small dip and lifted the sticky brownie up into his mouth. You sat mesmerized, barely aware of your self control disintegrating as he took hold of the now clean spoon with his mouth and pulled it right out of your hand. Sliding it down his lips with a smack.

Finally he spoke, “Giving.” Having left you dizzy, he wasted no time readying his next attack, “Fucking you right here on this table or carrying you to the bathroom and pinning you up against the wall?”

How? How is he already so good at taking what little bits of information you’ve given him and using them to fuel your fire? In barely 24 hours this man has learned your name, what turns you on, and how to make you wetter than your other partners could only dream of.

“Well? I’m waiting sweetheart.”

Despite the sugary sweet coating, your throat felt dry, “Right here. O-on the table.”

He let out a pleased moan, “So good. We didn’t get to any rules last night but here’s your first one. Always answer out loud. Leave no room for doubt, I want to hear you. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“It’s your turn pretty girl.”

The brownie was nearly gone and so was your composure, “Um, spanking or choking?”

His fingers gripped one another. Flexing tightly as he twisted one of the large silver skulls on his hand, “Choking.”

With his final scoop your game was over, “Last question sweetheart. My bed or my van?”

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