steven
“Where are we going?” Sierra whispered, gazing at the people inside the glass rooms as we walked through the Hall of Glass.
One room in particular that she couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away from had a woman bent at the hip with men in each of her holes.
“This way,” I hummed, amused.
Sierra sucked in a sharp breath and blushed, then continued with me down the hallway.
“For the first half of class, I became acquainted with other students’ prior experience. Since you conveniently missed it, I need you to show me the extent of your sexual experiences,” I said. “How far have you gone?”
“I, um … haven’t done much.”
I placed my hand on her lower back, restraining myself from dragging my hands all over her body, and guided her toward a private room in the back of Radiant, which was exclusively available only to owners.
A smirk tugged at my lips. “Oh, no, Sierra. I said that you’re going to show me.”
“Show you,” she repeated, eyes wide. “H-how am I supposed to do …” She stopped in front of the glass room, gulped, and pointed to the door. “You want me to show you in … here? A-are people going to watch?”
Gently taking her chin in my hand, I drew my thumb across her lower lip. “Only me.”
When her jaw lolled, I swiped my thumb across her lip again and watched her tongue travel across it, her eyes softening and her body relaxing more than it had all night. A perfect little submissive for me.
“Will you do that for me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, pressing those thighs together again, “sir.”
Fuck.
I pushed my thumb into her mouth and let her suck on it. “Good girl.”
After another moment, I pulled my thumb from her mouth and led her into the room. She stepped in, pupils dilating at the various ropes and whips hanging from the wall. Her nipples hardened underneath her shirt, poking against the material.
When she finally took it all in, I hit a switch on the wall.
“What’s that light switch for?” she asked, turning toward me, flustered.
“To make the glass dark so nobody can see into the room.” I guided her toward the bed. “Why don’t you relax?”
Once she sat down, her knees jittery, she glanced at me. “This is wrong,” she whispered.
“If you’re not comfortable, you have a safeword,” I reminded her. “Remember?”
“Yes,” she said in a breath.
“What is it?”
“Unicorn.”
“If you want to stop, you will use it. Understand?”
“Yes.”
I waited for her to speak the word back to me, waited for her to tell me that she didn’t want this, that I was overstepping, that she was never returning to my class ever again. But she lay back on the bed.
“Y-you said that you wanted me to show you what I’ve done?” she asked.
“It’s only fair that I know your experience before teaching you,” I murmured.
“I only really have experience with … touching myself,” she whispered, staring into my eyes but dipping her hand into her panties underneath her skirt. It fell open enough for me to see how ruined her panties were. She must’ve been this wet all night.
Unable to stop myself, I walked toward the bed and knelt on it with my knee. “Sierra …” I said in a weak attempt to control myself. She was so innocent, so shy, and still a fucking virgin. This was wrong of me. “Is this what you usually do?”
She glanced up at me through her dark lashes. “I-I’m not too good at it.”
Crawling onto the bed, I moved closer to her as her legs seemed to fall apart on the bed for me. I swallowed hard, gazing down from her lips to her taut nipples to that pussy glistening through her underwear.
I should have stopped, but I wanted to drag my mouth all over her.
“Sorry it’s taking a long time,” she whispered. “I’m bad at this.”
“Is that what he told you?”
“Wh-what?”
“Is that what your ex-boyfriend told you?” I asked because she hadn’t stopped repeating that all night. I moved closer to her, wanting to touch that drooling little cunt for her and show her that it was him who hadn’t known how to touch her, how to make her feel good. “Hmm?”
She stared down at me and rubbed her pussy faster, gaze dropping to my fingers that lingered dangerously close to her cunt. Closer than they should’ve. She was my new student, almost half my age.
“Answer me, Miss Monroe,” I ordered. “Is that what your ex-boyfriend told you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, pulling her hand away. “I’m sorry. I—”
“Don’t stop,” I growled. “You’re going to rub that little pussy for me until you come. I don’t care how long it takes, how long I have to lie here and watch your cunt quiver for me. I’ll stay here all night if I have to.”
After she sucked in a sharp breath, she placed her hand back, her body jerking slightly.
“There it is,” I murmured. “Just like that.”
She rubbed her clit faster in small circles. “I-I usually … use toys and watch …”
“Watch?” I asked, brow arched and a smirk tugging at my lips.
“P-porn.”
A small chuckle escaped my mouth. “What kind?”
Cheeks tinting red, she turned her head to the side and buried her face into the pillow. But I took her chin in my hand and forced her to look back down at me. She wasn’t going to get out of this one.
“What kind?”
She averted her gaze. “A bit of everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yes,” she said in a small voice.
“Eyes on me, Miss Monroe,” I ordered.
She peered at me.
“You watch everything?”
“Maybe not everything,” she whispered, as if she was too embarrassed to speak about the type of porn she watched aloud, but she had been the one to bring it up, the one who had initially wanted to speak about it.
And I could see her pussy tightening.
“What do you watch?”
“Well, this week, I’ve watched some …” She furrowed her brow, stared down at me, and rubbed her pussy harder, her full lips forming a small O and pleasure rushing over her expression. “Some BDSM stuff.”
Fuck. If she keeps this up …
“What kind?”
“Um …” She looked away for a brief moment, then snapped her gaze back to me as if she remembered that I’d ordered her to keep her eyes on me. “I watched some light … dominant and submissive scenes.” She sucked in a breath, her body tensing. “With rope.”
“Bondage?” My lips curled into a smirk. “Does that excite you, Sierra?”
She nodded.
“We’ll have a class on that,” I hummed, wanting nothing more than to tie her up right here and right now. I hadn’t touched a rope in nearly a year now, but my fingers ached to glide against the coarse edges.
My gaze dropped to her drooling pussy as I ground my dick against the mattress as discreetly as possible. This was wrong. She was my student, who trusted me to show her the ropes—quite literally.
“You’re doing great,” I praised. “That little pussy is quivering already.”
Legs beginning to tremble, she whimpered, “Professor Paaaatton.”
I drew my tongue across my lower lip, wanting nothing more than to dip my head and place my mouth all over her cunt. I wanted to feel her crying out all over my face, my tongue on her clit, tasting her pleasure.
“You can go faster, can’t you, love?” I breathed heavily. “For me.”
She rubbed her pussy faster, back arching and legs shaking.
“Just like that,” I whispered, grinding my cock into the mattress. “Let me hear you.”
After she flicked her fingers over her clit once more, her shoulders lifted off the mattress as she cried out louder than I’d expected. Her little pussy pulsed over and over, desperate for me to be inside it, filling it.
And I could only imagine how fucking sexy she’d look with my cum dripping out of her.
When she finally relaxed against the mattress, I gathered myself and shuffled off the bed before she could see the raging boner that I had stuffed inside my pants. I cleared my throat and stepped toward the door.
“A driver will pick you up from your class next week.”
“A driver?” she repeated, shaking her head. “No, that’s too much. I don’t need someone to drive me back and forth between campus and here. I can walk if I miss the bus. It’s honestly not too much, Professor Patton.”
“He’ll be there at eight thirty sharp,” I said. “You’re not missing my class again, Sierra.”
Not for the first demonstration of the semester.