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Once I reluctantly pulled out of Sierra, I pressed my thumb against her clit and shivered in pleasure when it quivered underneath it. One last time, her shoulders jerked forward, and she cried out loud, ecstasy crossing her face.
“Good job,” I murmured, doubting that she could even hear me.
She was lost in her own little world, and I fucking loved every moment of it.
“You are all free to leave,” I said to the group of guys, clearing my throat and readjusting myself.
They filed out of the class in an unorganized line, hair tousled and clothes barely put back on correctly.
I shut and locked the door behind the very last one, then turned back to Sierra.
“You did amazing today, Sierra,” I praised softly.
On my desk, she leaned back onto her hands and stared hazily at the closed door. I readjusted myself and stepped toward her.
“How do you feel?”
“Like a dirty whore,” she said with the straightest face. And then she giggled. “I loved it.”
I released a breath and thanked God that she hadn’t gone through all that without using her safeword if she really didn’t want to do it. By the looks of it, she had enjoyed it, but I needed to make sure. It was important to me.
After grabbing a towel from one of the closets, I wiped off the cum and wetness from her thighs and around her pussy lips, then pulled her skirt up her legs to cover her. She watched my every move, even when I walked to the trash and dumped the towel.
“Why do you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Clean me up when we’re finished.”
“Aftercare,” I said. “I thought we talked about this.”
“We did, but I just … can’t believe it,” she whispered to herself.
“It’s my job to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yeah, but … nobody has done something so nice for me before,” she whispered.
My chest tightened, and a frown tugged at the corner of my mouth. I parted my lips to respond, but I couldn’t come up with anything that didn’t sound so forced. No I doubt that’s true or someone surely has.
Truth was that I had stopped searching for a submissive for so long because I felt the same way. Nobody that I was interested in cared about me, about my past, about my needs. All they cared about was themselves.
Especially my birth parents.
She laid her hands in her lap and smiled softly at me. “Thank you again.”
I placed my hand on her knee and gently squeezed. “You don’t need to thank me.”
Sierra lifted her hand a couple of inches off her lap, paused for a moment, as if she was reassessing our current position, then swiped some hair off my forehead. I closed my eyes, enjoying the fluttery touch of her soft fingers.
A moment of easy silence passed between us, and then I finally gathered hold of myself, grasped her hand, and helped her off the desk. She winced slightly, taking her time sliding off the wooden table.
“Are you sore?”
She blushed. “A bit in the nether regions.”
“Do you have a bath at home?” I asked.
“A bath in my apartment?” She laughed softly. “No.”
I paused, wondering if what I wanted to say next would be crossing a line. After all, she was still my student. She trusted me to teach her the ropes, and she wasn’t my submissive. Not yet. But I had crossed many lines already, from the moment I had stayed in Michelle’s office while she signed up for my class.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Can I run a bath for you?” I finally asked.
She widened her eyes. “I, um … you don’t have to. I’m sure I’ll survive.”
“I want to.”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times. “Where’s the bath?”
“I have a highrise about a block down the road,” I said. “I’ll bring you home right after.”
“It’s dangerous to go home alone with a man I just met,” she said.
“Then, I’ll grab a heating pad for you from the office and bring you home instead.”
“No,” she said, pulling her phone out of her backpack. “It’s okay. Let me just text my friend your address, and we can go. But not for long. I have an internship and classes all day tomorrow.”
* * *
“Th-this is your home?” she whispered, stopped in the middle of the foyer.
“One of them.”
She gawked at the art on the walls and stepped farther into the skyrise, glancing around and giggling nervously as she pulled off her coat. “I don’t want to break anything,” she murmured. “It looks so expensive.”
I took her coat and laid it on the couch for now, then guided her into the hallway and into the master bedroom to begin running the water. She slowly stripped off her clothes, wincing when she bent at the hip to peel off her skirt.
With bubbles in the bath and a wick candle burning on the counter, Sierra lay in my bath, naked. “Why’d you open Radiant?” she asked, leaning over the side, her arms glistening with water and bubbles in the candlelight.
She rested her head on her right shoulder and smiled softly. Though I could see some strain etched into her expression.
“Because I enjoy the atmosphere.”
While her cheeks flushed, she urged, “But why?”
“Why?” I chuckled tensely. “Usually, that’s enough of an answer.”
“Not for me.”
“Do you want an honest answer?”
She nodded.
“I like control, and I want to care for someone,” I said, drawing my fingertips across the water. And I had wanted someone to care about me too, to trust me enough to lead them, to be able to lean on me whenever they needed.
“Is there a reason?” she asked.
A reason? For me being this way?
I tensed and gulped, unfamiliar nerves building inside my stomach. Usually, with women, I was in complete control. They never asked questions about my life, about my desires, wants, and needs. But now, I was lost for fucking words.
“You should ask this many questions during class, Sierra,” I murmured.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, sinking down in the bubbles with her cheeks tinting red. “I’m in grad school for psychology, and I like to understand people’s motives. I’ve never been around anyone like you before. I find you interesting.” She giggled softly. “In a good way.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me.” I peered at her. “You do that a lot.”
In a bath full of bubbles, she stared at the blank wall and frowned, her gaze distant.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“Do you think I’m easy?”
“Because of tonight? No, of course not.”
“Not because of tonight,” she whispered, sinking lower in the tub.
“Why are you asking? Where did this come from?”
She opened her mouth, then blew out a breath, bubbles forming where her mouth met the water. She closed her eyes and lolled her head against the back of the tub, sighing. “I don’t know. Sorry I brought it—”
“Who told you that you were easy?” I growled.
Because this hadn’t come out of nowhere. If this wasn’t talking about tonight, then someone had put this thought—those words—into her head. And whoever the fuck it was, I would rip them a new one.
“Sierra,” I said sternly, “who told you that you were easy? Someone at the club?”
“No,” she whispered. “I ran into my ex today before class.”