A Teacher With Two Lives and One Sexual Desire. Part 4

Part 4

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

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

He grinned, unapologetic. "I’m sorry Mistress."

The room seemed to fade away as I led him toward one of the private alcoves, the clicking of my heels echoing in the silence. The anticipation between us was palpable, a charged sexual energy that crackled like electricity.

As I turned to face him, the belt still in my hand, I saw the way his gaze lingered on my high heel shoes, on the curve of my long legs, on the dominance radiating from every inch of me.

"Tell me," I said, my voice low and commanding, "is this what you’ve been dreaming about?"

He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Every detail."

I stepped closer, the heel of my shoe pressing lightly against the top of his foot. "Good. Because tonight, I’m in control. You realized that I could break your foot, your fifth metatarsal?"

And with that, the game began, a dance of power, desire, and surrender. I ran the belt through his fingers, a silent promise of what was to come.

"On your knees," I commanded, my voice firm.

He complied without hesitation, his eyes never leaving mine as he knelt before me. The sight of him there, so willing, so eager, sent a thrill through me.

"Good," I murmured, tracing the line of the belt buckle across his cheek. "Now, unbuckle my belt."

His fingers fumbled slightly as he undid the buckle, his knuckles brushing against my thighs. I could feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my skin. I stepped back, letting the belt fall to the floor with a soft thud. His eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilated with desire.

"Unzip me," I ordered, my voice soft yet demanding.

He obeyed, his hands steady now, pulling the zipper down slowly, revealing the lace of my stockings and the hint of my black thong. I pushed the skirt down, letting it pool at my feet. I stood before him in my stockings, corset, and heels, a vision from his deepest dreams.

He reached out, his fingers grazing the lace of my thong. I slapped his hand away, a sharp smack that echoed in the alcove.

"Not yet," I said, my voice stern. "First, you’re going to kiss my shoes."

He hesitated for a moment, but then leaned forward, his lips pressing against the leather. I could feel his breath, hot against my skin, as he kissed the top of my feet, each heel, worshipping them with a devotion that sent shivers down my spine.

"Now," I said, my voice husky, "Kiss the long scar from my broken left leg."

He rubbed the straps of my shoe, his fingers brushing against the long scar that started at my ankle as he leaned lower and kissed it. I was standing tall, my body on full display. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of awe, desire and clearly wanting to know how I had broken my ankle and leg. I could see the outline of his cock through his pants, hard and ready.

"Stand up," I commanded.

He rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, his neck, his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast against my palm. I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers deft and sure. He helped me, his hands pulling the shirt off, revealing his muscular chest. I ran my fingers over the contours of his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the soft hair that covered his skin.

I stepped back, my eyes taking in every inch of his body. He was beautiful, a work of art, and he was mine to command.

"Turn around," I said, my voice soft yet firm.

He did as I asked, and I ran my hands over his back, his shoulders, his ass, my fingers digging into his flesh. My long fingers slowly brushed against his penis. He let out a soft moan, his body tensing slightly. I knew he was aching for release, aching for the touch of my hands, my mouth, my wet vagina.

I unzipped his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, revealing his penis, hard and throbbing. I could see the precum glistening at the tip, a testament to his desire. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers tightening as I stroked him slowly. He let out a low groan, his head falling back, his eyes closed.

"You like that, don’t you?" I asked, my voice a low purr.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps “Yes Mistress”

I stepped back, my eyes meeting his. "On the bed," I commanded.

He climbed onto the bed, his body taut with anticipation. I followed him, my body straddling his, my wetness pressing against his erection. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and I wanted him inside me so bad.

I leaned forward, my hands on his chest, my lips brushing against his. I could taste the desire on his lips, the need that he couldn’t hide. I kissed him, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. He kissed me back, his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down his neck, his chest, his stomach. I could feel his body trembling beneath me, his penis throbbing against me. I took him in my mouth, my red lips wrapping around his penis, my tongue swirling around the tip. He let out a low moan, his hands fisting in my hair.

Part 5 to come
Ashley
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