The Dread of Damned

"Yes, three months," she said as I reached the stage and stepped onto it. "I was starting to wonder if you had forgotten about the class altogether."

"Oh, how could I possibly forget something so important," I replied, my eyes trailing over her body, lingering deliberately. "A lesson," I added, lowering my voice to a deep, sensual tone.

"Is that so?" she asked, leaning in slightly. Today, she wasn’t wearing her usual coat. Instead, she had on a white, tight-fitting shirt, its fabric pulled taut across her chest, making her perky breasts subtly press against the material. A silver skirt hugged her hips, stopping just above the knee, while sleek black fishnet stockings ran from beneath the skirt down to her silver heels.

"It most certainly is," I said, looking her in the eyes, my gaze unwavering. "I hope I won’t be disappointed," I added, stepping back just a little, watching her eyes flicker. I saw how they lingered a moment too long on the noticeable bulge in my trousers.

"What do you see then?" I asked, spreading my arms slightly as if offering myself up for her inspection. "A king, or a disappointment?" I teased, waiting for her response.

She paused, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she adjusted her glasses, pretending to scrutinize me more carefully. I noticed how her eyes lingered on my trousers again before she finally spoke.

"I see a king," she said, stepping closer, her tone softer. "A true king." Her hand moved slowly, her nails tracing the length of my bulge. "My king."

"Oh, a bit too quick to lay your claim, don’t you think?" I asked, catching her wrist before she could continue her teasing motion.

"Why? Do you not like it?" she asked, her eyes now filled with hunger, her once-cool tone melting into something much needier.

"It’s not that." My gaze grew colder, more calculated. Slowly, I lowered her hand from my groin. "When I’m in the room, I make the rules," I said, letting go of her wrist. My fingers then lightly traced over her chest, brushing against her hardened nipples through the fabric of her shirt, making her flinch slightly.

"And I asked you a question. I didn’t ask you to touch me." I pulled my hand away just as she leaned in, groaning softly at the loss of contact.

"Then ask me," she said, her once-stern voice cracking slightly, a pleading tone creeping in.

"That sounded like an order," I replied, letting my fingers brush lightly over her thighs before withdrawing them again, watching the flicker of frustration in her eyes. "A king doesn’t take orders. But you may request."

"Why are you—" she began, her voice igniting with fire, but I silenced her with a finger pressed against her lips.

"Don’t break the mood," I said, my silver eyes gleaming with something sharp, something dangerous, though she seemed too lost to care.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible now.

"I didn’t quite hear that," I murmured, my voice soft, coaxing her.

"Please," she repeated, her tone more urgent this time. "Please."

Finally satisfied, I allowed my hands to return to her body, cupping her breasts, my fingers finding her nipples through the fabric and squeezing them slowly. She released a soft moan, her body leaning into my touch.

"That’s how good girls behave," I whispered, tightening my grip on her nipples, causing her to squirm beneath me. "And good girls get rewarded."

"Do you want a reward?" I teased, hovering my other hand just above her other breast, not touching it, watching her eyes widen in desperation. Her trembling fingers clutched at my hand.

"Yes," she breathed, the word barely escaping her lips.

"Not so fast." I pulled my hands away from her, watching as panic flashed in her eyes. She grasped both of my hands now, leaning in closer, her voice trembling as she repeated, "Please."

"See? It’s not so hard. Just ask like a good girl," I said, resuming my touch. Her breath hitched as my fingers once again worked their way over her breasts, and I could see relief washing over her features.

I continued for a while, twisting and teasing, as her eyes became clouded with lust and her body trembled under my hands. I could feel her getting close, her thighs rubbing together almost unconsciously, desperate for release.

And just as she was on the brink, I stopped. Her eyes snapped open, a mix of confusion and frustration burning within them.

"Why?" she asked, her voice soft, fragile now—nothing like the sharp, commanding tone she normally wore like armor. Though I knew the moment would be fleeting, that she’d revert to her stern self soon enough, for now, she was mine.

"Take it off," I commanded. She hesitated for only a second before hurriedly unbuttoning her shirt, popping several buttons in the process. Her perky breasts sprang free, her nipples standing erect, the dark areolas covering a large portion of her petite chest, giving them a distinct, irresistible charm.

I reached out, this time touching the bare skin, my fingers circling her soft, supple flesh. I wanted to twist and pull at her nipples without restraint, but I held back, just enough to elicit a moan, making her thighs press together even harder. I tugged at her nipples again, watching her eyes roll back in her head as she gasped.

She was close again, and I knew it. So once more, I pulled away, just as she was about to tip over the edge.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with need, her lips parted but no words coming out.

I traced a finger along her thigh, making her body tremble beneath my touch. "Off with this," I said, gesturing to her skirt. Without hesitation this time, she tore it away, her movements hurried and desperate. She was losing control, just like I wanted.

I looked down, taking in the sight of the black lace panties as the straps attached from them ran along her thighs before joining her fishnet stockings. My fingers traced the straps, pulling them slightly before letting them snap back against her skin with a sharp "pah." She shuddered at the contact, whispering, "Please."As her hand held my arm.

I withdrew my hands again. "Did I ask you to touch me?" I asked, my voice stern.

"Please… don’t do this. I need this," she begged, her lips quivering.

"Then ask for it nicely. Say the magic words. Only then will you get what you want," I replied coldly.

"Please, please," she repeated, her voice trembling, lust clouding her mind, desperation filling her every word.

I lifted her and placed her on the desk, my fingers trailing over her lips. She opened her mouth, eagerly taking them in, her tongue swirling around them as she sucked. The thought of replacing my fingers with something more filled me with excitement, but this wasn’t about release—this was about control.

I gripped her tongue between my thumb and finger, digging at it, making her look at me. The sight of her, eyes wide, mouth open, lips wrapped around my fingers, was exhilarating.

"This," I said, pulling her tongue a bit more, "is what we need to train. Only by mastering control over this will you get what you desire."

She tried to speak, her words muffled by her trembling and struggling tongue much like reflection of her very being,"I’ll do it, please, give it to me."

I released her tongue and withdrew my fingers, lowering them between her legs. She shuddered as I teased her, my fingers sliding over the damp fabric of her panties before pushing them aside.

I pulled and twisted her nipple with one hand while while my other hand's wet index finger entered inside her cave the soft, warm wet and pulsing enveloped it as it plunged it in, sending her body into shuddering spasms. Her head fell back, I stopped and bought my hands to her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.

"Don’t you dare look away from me," I warned, my voice cold and commanding. "This isn’t for your pleasure. It is for mine, If you look away, you take that from me."

She nodded, trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I resumed, pushing two more fingers inside her my, pushing her closer and closer until I pulled and twisted her nipples at the same time and plunged my fingers to the extreme and my thumb pressing harshly over the fleshy bud over her clit.

"You may come now" I said before her body convulsed beneath me, her eyes rolled back, saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, Her juices squirting out from between the legs drenching everything in their wake, the desk, floor and even me..

A twisted smile crossed my lips as I gazed down at her, completely undone, vulnerable and at my mercy. All trace of her former sternness was gone, now I had to etch this into her very being, until she could not even come without my hands , without my order.

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