“Have you done your homework?” she croons, her fingertips tracing over my hair. I can’t help but tilt into her touch, craving more.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
“I did. There were a few things I wasn’t sure about.” My words trail off as her list flickers through my mind. I'm up for most things; bondage, breath play, impact play. Easy. But anal play? I’d give it to her gladly, but receiving it… that’s where I hesitate. That’s another set of hang-ups to deal with—would she judge me if I said I wanted to try it for myself?
“We’ll go through them together,” she whispers, her lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Her mouth is soft against my neck as she nips my earlobe, just sharp enough to make my cock twitch. “What are your hard limits, James? What’s an absolute no for you?”
Now she’s behind me, her hands sliding down my chest, fingertips teasing my nipples until they’re stiff beneath her touch. Every graze sends sparks racing across my skin.
“N-no knives,” I stammer. “No blood play, I think—” But my thoughts are dissolving. Right now, she could ask anything of me, and I’d thank her for every second.
She circles back to face me, then straddles my lap on the stool, her arms draping over my shoulders. Her skirt rides up, and she leans back slowly, her elbows resting on the piano lid. Her thighs open, revealing the lace of her panties and the damp, pink heat between her thighs. My hands settle on her knees, thumbs stroking the delicate skin there.
Yes, Miss
“Do you want to touch me, James?” she teases, rocking against my rock-hard cock, which strains painfully against my pants.
My eyes dart around the windows of the classroom, praying no one is around to catch us. If someone walked in right now, we’d be in serious shit.
My hands slide higher up her thighs, and she lets out a soft, approving moan. But then she leans forward, plucking a piece of folded paper from her bra.
The list.
She unfolds it with deliberate slowness.
“I think we should go through these, James, so we understand what we’re doing with each other,” she purrs, settling back again, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watches my hands roam.
How the hell does she expect me to concentrate on this?
I take one last look around, and the schoolyard lies empty; no voices can be heard in the corridors and excitement builds. We shouldn’t do this here, but the thought of taking Isabelle on this piano is too much to resist.
I’m all in. Fuck it.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
“You’ll say ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘maybe’ to each one,” she instructs. “Only when you answer do you get to touch more of me. And if you don’t understand something, ask.”
Swallowing hard, I nod, my fingers eager to inch higher.
“Kissing,” she begins.
“Yes,” I answer instantly, my hands gliding a touch further up her thighs, tracing circles over her soft creamy skin.
“Masturbation.” She smirks. “Pretty sure we’ve crossed that bridge already.”
“Yes,” I growl, remembering the lust in her gaze when I stroked myself for her. My fingers creep halfway up her thighs, her skin pebbling under my touch.
“Oral. With or without ejaculation.” Her tongue flicks over her lower lip. “That’s a yes from me. And I think that goes for you too, no?”
"It does." My fingers trail to the tops of her thighs.
"Deep throating and face fucking," she says. "Yes from me, on the condition I’m not restrained at the time." Her voice is a little more serious, her eyes downcast. What was that look for? Her eyes snap back up to mine, and the look that once clouded her eyes has gone without a trace, making me think maybe I had imagined it.
Yes, Miss
"I’m more than happy to receive, but I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want," I say, my voice sombre. Her reaction was only slight, but it was enough to tell me something may have happened in the past to make her react that way. The last thing I want to do is hurt her in any way.
But picturing her choking on my dick is going to be a popular bedtime thought.
