Taking them off is far more fun, I decide.
“First lesson, my Songbird, is to take your sweet time. The anticipation of what’s to come is what makes the main event so intense,” I reach my hands around, sliding them under her jeans and squeezing her cheeks, gripping her to me. My slightly too-hard handful pulls a moaning whimper from her throat, and I release her, beginning to ease her pants down.
“Lesson two, eye contact. I wanna watch you, and you wanna watch me, right?” she nods. I lower myself in front of her, taking her jeans all the way down with me. From my knees, I instruct her to lift one foot so I can slip her sandals and pants off before repeating the movements on the other side.
I place a few lingering kisses along her panty line, just along her hipbones. She tries— and fails— to fight her hips from jerking toward me, searching for more of my touch. Smiling against her skin, I take a single, gentle bite, causing her to cry out before I stand again.
“Sit,” I tell her. The command takes a few seconds to register, but once she does, she darts into her seat, “Good girl.”
“And what am I supposed to be doing?” Caspian questions impetuously, looking as though he’s fighting the urge to palm himself, just as I am. Bel’s half-naked body, flushed and perfuming the room with her arousal is a heady combination. But if we don’t slow down, this will be over before we begin.
“You just stand there and look pretty, Cas,” I order. “You’re just the dummy, remember? Do dummies talk?” Gritting his teeth, Caspian shakes his head. He doesn’t usually like to play sub, but even he gets off on a bit of degradation here and there.
Bel stifles a giggle, but she can’t hide how much she enjoys watching Caspian take orders. There’s a madness, a little bit of a sadistic minx hidden within our girl. I’m going to spend eternity coaxing it out of her.
But for today, she’s my sweet little student.
I turn back to the chalkboard and write as I speak, “Lesson number three. Everywhere is sensitive. You don’t have to just go straight to bobbing up and down on it. Explore. Both with your mouth and with your hands.
“And finally, number four. Arguably the most important. Just do what feels right, what feels good. There’s no wrong way to do it, and you know we’ll beveryvocal about what feels great for us.”
Once I finish, I sigh in exasperation. Caspian has been trying to sneak his way over to my student while I’ve been turned around, and I can’t have that. “Come here, dummy,” I tell him, turning to where he’s frozen, only inches from Bel.
“I was simply trying to add to the experience,” he mutters guiltily, walking towards me.
“Mhmm,” I roll my eyes, “Come along, my sweet little student, let’s get some hands-on experience. Hands behind your back, Cas.”
Bel is incredibly fortunate to have me as a teacher, seeing as I know what I likeandexactly what Caspian likes. If she liked the thrill of throwing me off-kilter with just a little finger action, she’lllovehaving this kind of power over Caspian.
“Now, my very enthusiastic learner, I’ll have to be one of your hands for today. So I’ll sit here,” I lower myself to my knees, “And you’ll kneel just in front of me.” I pull a throw pillow towards us and place it before me, right where she’ll be.
She kneels where I’ve directed her, and I do the same behind her, my knees cradling her hips. Once in position, I use my hands to spread her legs enough to reach between them if need be. Which,obviously, needs will be. Caspian stands before us, looking down at her with feral hunger bleeding white into his irises.
I whisper into Bel’s ear as she stares up at him, “See how desperate he is for you already, Sweets? As tall and strong as he is,you’reholding all the power, aren’t you?” She nods, enraptured. I reach a hand between her legs to feel her drenched panties, “Youlovethat, don’t you? Having him at your mercy when you haven’t even touched him yet?” She nods, sighing at the soft touch of my fingers dragging against her.
“Strip him the rest of the way,” I coax her. She reaches up and gently pulls the waistband down, eyes locked on his while letting his cock free. She moans and licks her lips, watching it bob against his rippled stomach. “Oh, Bel, look how fucking hard he is for you. He needs thissobad, don’t you, Cas?”
When I was planning this, I certainly hadn’t thought I would be lucky enough to have it play out like this. If anything, in all the scenarios I imagined, Caspian took control and taught Bel to play me like a fiddle. But this isspectacular. Teaching her to hone her sexual power is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Caspian doesn’t know enough about submitting to teach someone how to dominate.
But he will after today.
“Yeah,” he gasps, surrendering, “I need it.”
“How do you ask nicely, Caspian?” Bel surprises me by asking, and I bite back a groan at the taunting lilt her voice has fallen into. The fingers of her left hand are tracing little circles along his hip bone, causing his cock to jump every time she gets close enough that he thinks he’ll get what he wants.
“I, uhh, please. Please, Bel. Lick it. Suck it. I don’t fucking care, just please touch it,” he babbles, and I’m shocked at how easily he’s whining for her.
“You’re doing so well, Sweets,” I whisper in her ear, “So fucking gorgeous. I’m taking this off now.” I tug at a bra strap to alert her, and she nods. I have to get my hands on these tits, make her squirm while she chokes on him.
Once her breasts are free, Caspian and I both groan at how they fall and bounce into place. If it were up to me, she’d never wear a bra again. The way her hard nipples scream for my touch makes my mouth water. I fall into the temptation, just for a moment, gently pinching before continuing ourveryimportant lesson.
I grab the lube and bring it in front of us, pouring a drop onto the tip of my finger and rubbing it on her lips. Caspian’s eyes are glued to the motion, miserable from the lack of attention. Bel hums at the cupcake taste, licking it off her lips.Christ, I wanna lick it from her lips. I tilt her head back and give her a little nip,just a little taste.
Caspian moans in desperation, and I chuckle against Bel’s mouth, “You ready, baby?” She nods again, eyes going back to Caspian’s cock, leaking precum already. Pouring a little more of the sweetened lube onto my hand, I wrap it around the base of him, holding it within Bel’s reach.
“Lick it off,” I tell her, watching with bated breath as she leans in and licks the drip from the slit of Caspian’s tip. He flexes every muscle in his body, lest he jerk into her mouth before she’s ready. She moans, watching his reaction and licking her lips again. “Again.”
She leans in and runs her tongue more fervently against that spot, forcing Caspian to hiss at the contact, quickly losing what’s left of his composure. She runs her tongue underneath, all the way to where my hand holds him still, then back up to the tip again, circling the ridge there.
