outside The Cell at the university, and he’d likely chosen it as my
BDSM graduation. I knew I was in trouble. My body knew what to do, but my mind
knew this might be the last time with Lex, causing a danger to my heart’s
well-being.
“I’m scared,” I confessed.
He stepped up to me and cupped my chin. “Do you trust me,
little sub?”
I should’ve stood up and left right then, but I couldn’t.
Train wreck or not, I did trust him. So I just nodded.
“Excellent. Time for you to earn some extra credit.” Lex’s
confidence seemed to fill the room.
He’d been tough but very understanding with me, helping me
discover more about myself than I’d been able to do my entire life. And the
pleasure he’d given me...well, it was so overwhelming and incredible, I
couldn’t imagine living without it.
“Strip, sub.”
I stopped, his words taking me off guard. “What?”
He leaned against the desk in front of mine. “Give your
professor a show, understand?”
All my hesitation melted away. “Yes, Sir.” I removed my
shoes.
I felt that this moment was my chance. If I could turn him
on and make him crazy with lust, maybe he would continue tutoring me. God, I
hoped so. All I needed to do was tap into his animal instinct.
I’d been to a strip club when my cousin had his co-ed
bachelor party a couple of years ago. The only women at the event were my
cousins—Lea, Amy, Ella—and me and my sister, Misty. We got to see up close and
personal how men acted when women stripped and swung from a pole. I wanted Lex
to look at me the way those guys looked at those women that night.
I started unbuttoning my shirt, but my hands were shaking.
Something was missing. I recalled the bachelor party. “Professor, is there any
chance you have a way to play music in here?”
He chuckled, his warm approval seeping into my bones.
“Setting the mood. Very good, Mia. You might just get an A .”
Without a word, Lex walked back to the door to a panel that
I’d not noticed when I’d come in. He opened it. I spotted a shelf with a
keyboard and monitor hidden inside, and was once again impressed with The
Cell’s sophistication. Lex had created the most amazing club. No wonder its
patrons came back again and again.
The song he selected sounded tribal, with its deep,
resounding drum tracks. The rhythms were hypnotic and ethnic in feel, vibrating
on my skin and raising my self-confidence.
“Work for you, little sub?”
“Oh, yes. Very much, Sir.” I wanted him hot and panting,
whatever it took.
I remembered the professionals at the strip club had taken
their time, teasing the males into a frenzied state. By the time they were
done, the guys had turned over their last dollars from their once fat
billfolds.
I didn’t want money from Lex, but I did want him crazed with
desire for me.
Though several of the buttons on the oxford were undone,
exposing the plaid bra, I left the shirt on, choosing to remove the scarf
first. I slowed my pace, letting the music’s thick beat set the rhythm for the
roll of my hips. Lex’s fixed gaze followed my fingers’ moves, making me warm
inside. Before him, I would’ve never even considered shedding my clothes for a
man in such a way. But his adoration of my curves had turned me around over the
past few nights. No longer did I see myself as overweight, but instead I felt
beautiful.
Even though my palms were sweaty, I continued undressing,
actually enjoying myself. Slowly and methodically, I unbuttoned the remaining
buttons of my shirt until the plaid bra peeked out from the white cotton. Then
I lowered the oxford off my shoulders, but pulled it across my chest, hiding
the bra from his sight for a moment. For a split second, I turned away, as if
shy to show him my chest. Then I faced him, pulling the two sides of the shirt
apart to reveal my bra for only a moment. It was great being flirty with him.
Back together and the bra could no longer be seen by him.
Lex looked like a hungry lion about
BDSM graduation. I knew I was in trouble. My body knew what to do, but my mind
knew this might be the last time with Lex, causing a danger to my heart’s
well-being.
“I’m scared,” I confessed.
He stepped up to me and cupped my chin. “Do you trust me,
little sub?”
I should’ve stood up and left right then, but I couldn’t.
Train wreck or not, I did trust him. So I just nodded.
“Excellent. Time for you to earn some extra credit.” Lex’s
confidence seemed to fill the room.
He’d been tough but very understanding with me, helping me
discover more about myself than I’d been able to do my entire life. And the
pleasure he’d given me...well, it was so overwhelming and incredible, I
couldn’t imagine living without it.
“Strip, sub.”
I stopped, his words taking me off guard. “What?”
He leaned against the desk in front of mine. “Give your
professor a show, understand?”
All my hesitation melted away. “Yes, Sir.” I removed my
shoes.
I felt that this moment was my chance. If I could turn him
on and make him crazy with lust, maybe he would continue tutoring me. God, I
hoped so. All I needed to do was tap into his animal instinct.
I’d been to a strip club when my cousin had his co-ed
bachelor party a couple of years ago. The only women at the event were my
cousins—Lea, Amy, Ella—and me and my sister, Misty. We got to see up close and
personal how men acted when women stripped and swung from a pole. I wanted Lex
to look at me the way those guys looked at those women that night.
I started unbuttoning my shirt, but my hands were shaking.
Something was missing. I recalled the bachelor party. “Professor, is there any
chance you have a way to play music in here?”
He chuckled, his warm approval seeping into my bones.
“Setting the mood. Very good, Mia. You might just get an A .”
Without a word, Lex walked back to the door to a panel that
I’d not noticed when I’d come in. He opened it. I spotted a shelf with a
keyboard and monitor hidden inside, and was once again impressed with The
Cell’s sophistication. Lex had created the most amazing club. No wonder its
patrons came back again and again.
The song he selected sounded tribal, with its deep,
resounding drum tracks. The rhythms were hypnotic and ethnic in feel, vibrating
on my skin and raising my self-confidence.
“Work for you, little sub?”
“Oh, yes. Very much, Sir.” I wanted him hot and panting,
whatever it took.
I remembered the professionals at the strip club had taken
their time, teasing the males into a frenzied state. By the time they were
done, the guys had turned over their last dollars from their once fat
billfolds.
I didn’t want money from Lex, but I did want him crazed with
desire for me.
Though several of the buttons on the oxford were undone,
exposing the plaid bra, I left the shirt on, choosing to remove the scarf
first. I slowed my pace, letting the music’s thick beat set the rhythm for the
roll of my hips. Lex’s fixed gaze followed my fingers’ moves, making me warm
inside. Before him, I would’ve never even considered shedding my clothes for a
man in such a way. But his adoration of my curves had turned me around over the
past few nights. No longer did I see myself as overweight, but instead I felt
beautiful.
Even though my palms were sweaty, I continued undressing,
actually enjoying myself. Slowly and methodically, I unbuttoned the remaining
buttons of my shirt until the plaid bra peeked out from the white cotton. Then
I lowered the oxford off my shoulders, but pulled it across my chest, hiding
the bra from his sight for a moment. For a split second, I turned away, as if
shy to show him my chest. Then I faced him, pulling the two sides of the shirt
apart to reveal my bra for only a moment. It was great being flirty with him.
Back together and the bra could no longer be seen by him.
Lex looked like a hungry lion about
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