I experience the longest four days of my life, and I’m sure I’ve aged about ten years by midweek. I wish I could say lunch made the wait more bearable, but it ends up being another opportunity for Natasha to torture me.
Her beautiful, coppery waves are pinned up, showing off her gorgeous bone structure. Her jeans are so tight it’s unfair, and her boots make her legs look even longer. She glows with her usual intensity, and she smells divine.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I don’t even bother with a normal greeting as I slump down opposite her.
“And hello to you too, Mia. I had a meeting this morning, and I needed to look the part.”
“You know how much I love it when you wear your hair like thaaat…”
“You want me to take it down?”
“No!” I reach across and grab her hand. Her smirk says she knows exactly what she’s doing, as her thumb rubs circles against the delicate skin of my wrist.
She’s ordered for me, so I pick at my food and admire how radiant she is in the midday sun. She’s animated as she tells me about her morning, all sparkling eyes and perfect, smiling lips. She pauses to scold me gently about not eating enough of my lunch and laughs when I pout and complain about her being too pretty, and how it’s distracting me.
“You know that it’s true though, right?” We’re finishing up and I’m getting my fill of her before we say goodbye again.
“What?” She’s paying the bill and only half listening.
“You’re easily the most beautiful woman in this square. Probably the whole city. Most likely the whole world.”
“Second most.” She corrects me, and kisses me sweetly on the forehead.
“No, but really… you are, both inside and out. I don’t think you always realise.”
She sighs and turns to face me. “You’re right; sometimes I don’t see it. But when I see how you look at me, with those big, adoring eyes, it’s impossible not to feel like I must be something special.”
There’s a new tension in the air, unspoken words hanging heavy between us. Instead, we kiss for far longer than is appropriate in public and only part once she realises I’m late for my lecture.
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Class is the longest, most torturous experience of my life. Although my body doesn’t betray me, I can feel her eyes burning into me throughout the session. When I chance a look at her, her expression is so hungry I almost melt from the intensity alone.
She changes next to me after our session, and neither of us say anything until I’m about to put my jacket on.
“Mia, silly… your top is inside out. Let me fix it for you.”
Before I can react she’s invaded my space, and her nails scrape up my sides as she lifts my top over my head. I’m frozen in place as she keeps her eyes fixed on mine, quickly flipping the fabric the right way and smoothing it down over the sea of goosebumps that cover my torso.
Every inch her fingers came in contact with is searing. Her smirk is knowing, but her eyes betray just how much she needs this too. I’d enjoy the heady feeling of being so admired if I wasn’t so desperate for her to devour me. I take her hand and let her lead me into the hazy evening.
When we get to her door, she pins me to the wood, kissing me so roughly I can taste blood. She kisses her way along my jaw, tenderly, then grazes her teeth along my earlobe, supporting my body with hers when my legs threaten to give out.
“You know, I’ve thought so many times about how I want to have you right here, in the street, where anyone could see. Lucky for you, I have other plans for tonight.” Her breathy whisper cuts through me, and then I stumble backwards as she unlocks the door. She catches me easily and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to my mouth.
“Clumsy, as always. Jacket and shoes stay on. Don’t ask why.”
Through the haze of frustration, my mind flits back to our conversation a few days before, and my face burns when I realise what she has in store for me. I’d let her pick my entire outfit for today, from my shoes to my underwear, and she’d been very specific about what she wanted.
The air feels heavier with every step, so by the time we reach the soft glow of her bedroom I feel as though I might collapse under the weight of the tension alone. When she sits at the edge of the bed, I go to follow her but she motions for me to wait. Her expression is teasing but her eyes glow with anticipation.
“Now, now, did I tell you to sit?”
“No, Ma’am. I apologise.” The words feel so comfortable, so right, and although she’s in her element I can see the delight in her eyes and the tension lifting from her body.
“That’s more like it. I want you to stand in the middle of the room, back straight and feet apart. And I want you to look at me, Mia. No looking away.”
Despite knowing what’s coming, I already feel exposed. She spends an eternity admiring me, so I’m squirming under her gaze by the time she eventually decides to take pity on me.
“I want you to take your jacket off for me. Slowly, though. No shrugging it off in a hurry like you usually do. And no looking away.”
I squirm on the spot, caught between lust and embarrassment, a question on the tip on my tongue. She sighs, feigning exasperation.
“You get one question. Now ask, quickly; I’m not feeling very patient tonight.” This is a lie, and we both know it. She’s hungry, but she’ll draw this out for as long as she can.
“Can we at least have some music? You can pick, I just-” she cuts me off with a look of disapproval.
“I believe this was my fantasy, was it not?”
“Yes Ma’am, but-”
“No buts, Mia. Now, I would like you to continue. As you seem to have forgotten how to obey my instructions, I think a lash with a cane for each time you don’t do as I asked should help remind you. Are we clear?”
“Yes Ma’am.” My face burns red hot as I scramble out of my jacket. As it hits the floor, I realise my mistake. Without breaking eye contact, I bend down to retrieve it, put it back on and start again, slowly this time. She smiles in approval.
“Good girl for correcting yourself. That’s one lash you’ve earned, by the way.” The praise warms me further, adding to the fire burning under my skin. When my jacket is carefully off and out the way, I stand still and await more instruction.
“Well done for being patient. Your top next, please.” I remove it slowly, but follow the path her fingers had traced earlier, dragging my nails up my sides. My mind is emptying – the only thing that’s important now is the sound of her voice and making sure I’m following her instructions.
“Perfect, Mia. Look at how pretty you are.” The room isn’t cold, but I’m vaguely aware of the goosebumps covering every inch of me, even as the inferno that was my insides rages on. The intensity rolls off her in waves, now, and her eyes are the darkest I’ve ever seen them.
“Skirt, please.” As I reach my ankles, I break eye contact with her for just a fraction longer than necessary. By the time I’ve straightened up her smirk is positively wicked.
“I was very clear about eye contact, Mia. That’s two.” Usually I’d question how fair this was, but, instead, I gently place my skirt with the rest of my clothes and let her admire me again. I’m now just in underwear and the unnecessarily high heels she picked out for me, but I’m basking in her approval, all of my earlier anxieties forgotten. She bites her lip, eyes raking up and down my body.
“I’d almost forgotten how good you look in lace. I’m tempted to keep you like this, but I think I’ll save it for next time. Now, I want you to guess what I’d choose next. Get it wrong and you get another lash.”
It doesn’t take much thought on my part before I unclasp my bra. Her expression is unreadable for a minute as I slide the straps down my burning skin, holding my breath in anticipation. Then the moment passes, and her smile is dazzling.
“That’s exactly what I would’ve gone for, although I’m almost disappointed you got it right… I think your tits are actually better than I remembered.” As I drop my bra with the rest of my clothing, I very deliberately break eye contact with her. When our eyes meet again, she looks at me with nothing short of adoration.
“Three lashes now. What’s next?” As I slowly slide delicate lace down my thighs, it takes every ounce of strength not to collapse on the spot just from the way she looks at me. I can’t look away from her hands as she flexes her fingers, a thoughtful look on her face as she clearly considers something.
“We need to work on this eye contact, Mia. Four now, how disappointing.” Her eyes are wild and anything but disappointed.
She crosses the room and stands behind me, pressing herself up against my naked body and burying her face in my neck. Her hands are resting on my hips, nails digging in lightly, every inch of her is trembling. My arms are at my sides, and I’m dying to touch her, but I have to trust that she’ll give me that opportunity whenever she’s ready. I don’t think I’ll ever have the restraint she must have to pull away. She’s still behind me, hands on my hips, leaving only a little breathing room between the two of us.
“I’d like to take your shoes off for you, as you’ve been so good for me. Would you like that?”
“Yes please, Ma’am.” I know this is a trap, but I honestly couldn’t care less if it means she keeps touching me. I’d take one thousand lashes, as many as she’ll give me.
“Stay still, remember?” An impossible task now that her lips are against my neck, licking and nipping my sensitive skin. My hair is still tied up, but she slides a hand up my back to play with the little ringlets that fall onto my neck. My eyes are shut tight, and my nails dig into my palms as I try my hardest not to react, but it’s impossible not to shiver when she bites down hard on my shoulder.
“Five.” I can feel her smiling against my skin. Then, both of her hands are back on my hips, nails digging in hard as she kisses and licks her way down my spine. I can’t help but squirm when her tongue teases the dip in my back; then my legs almost give out completely when she pinches my inner thigh as punishment.
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