A Teacher With Two Lives and One Sexual Desire. Part 3

Part 3

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Because I want it more than you can imagine," she whispered. "I want to surrender. Completely."

I could see the truth in her eyes, the desperate sexual need that mirrored my own desire to control, to dominate. I knew then that she was mine, she was going to be my first.

Our first session was intense. I led her to a private room, the dim lights casting long shadows on the walls. I had her kneel before me, her hands clasped behind her back as I circled her like a predator.

"Have you ever been with a woman like me, Victoria?" I asked, running my fingers through her hair. She shivered, her body responding to my touch.

"No, Mistress," she breathed.

I smiled, my fingers trailing down her neck, her shoulder, her back. "Good," I murmured.

I had her undress for me, slowly, deliberately. Each piece of clothing she shed was a surrender, a gift for me. And then she was naked, completely vulnerable, completely mine and she was so beautiful.

I started with her lips, my mouth against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. She moaned, her body arching against mine as I deepened the kiss, our tongues tangling together. I trailed my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her small and perky breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping until she was writhing beneath me. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I made my way down her body, my hands exploring every inch of her. I could feel her muscles tensing, her body anticipating my touch. I took my time, teasing her, torturing her. I wanted her to feel every sensation, to crave my touch.

When I finally reached her vagina, she was dripping wet, her arousal a testament to her surrender. I licked her slowly, my tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her. She tastes like sin, like pure, unadulterated sexual desire.

I could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upwards until I found that spot that made her see stars. I worked her with my fingers, my tongue, my mouth, until she was screaming my name, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"That was...incredible Mistress but what about that whip? " she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns along a long scar on my leg.

I smiled, my body already craving more. "That was just the beginning," I promised.

As the Uber pulls up to my destination, I come back from the past and can't help but smile. Tonight promises to be just as incredible, just as intense. I am the dominatrix, and he is mine.

The club was a protected sanctuary, the air thick with the scent of leather, sweat, anticipation and you can guess the rest. The low hum of classical music pulsed through the space, punctuated by the occasional sharp crack of a whip and the murmur of hushed conversations. I stood at the entrance, every inch of me radiating confidence, dressed for the occasion.

My black stilettos clicked loudly against the floor as I walked in and in a way I was expecting attention with every step. The heels made me taller, and the way they hugged my feet and ankles felt like a second skin. My sleek leather skirt hugged my curves, ending just above mid-thigh, teasing with every movement. Sheer black stockings concealed my legs, the seams running perfectly straight up the back, a detail I knew he would notice.

The corset was pushing my breasts up and my leather jacket was a soft feminine touch to contrast and to confuse expectations and I loved that.

Then I saw him, he was leaning against the bar, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. His gaze was intense, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he straightened, his smile widening.

He was dressed in black, tailored pants, a fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and polished shoes that gleamed under the dim light. But it was the leather belt looped casually in his hands that caught my attention. He surprised me.

"Professor," he greeted, his voice low and smooth, like a velvet caress.

"Mistress to you," I replied, my tone cool, firm but edged with amusement.

He chuckled, stepping closer, his eyes raking over me from head to toe. "You look… absolutely perfect."

"I aim to impress," I said, tilting my head slightly, the corner of my mouth curving into a smile.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against the leather of my jacket, trailing down to the edge of my corset. "And yet, I can’t help but think you’d look even better holding this."

He held out the belt, and I took it, my long fingers slowly wrapping around the smooth leather like a dance. The weight of it in my hand felt right, like an extension of myself ready to use it to please.

"Is this an invitation?" I asked, my voice dripping with confidence.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "It’s a command."

I stepped back, cracking the belt sharply against the palm of my hand licking my red lips. 

"Careful, how you address your mistress young man, you don’t order me around here, I will need to teach you…" I warned, my tone playful but laced with authority. 

"You might just…" That’s when I noticed his full erection and I smile…

Part 4 to come
Ashley or should I say Mistress Ashley
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