It was a typical day at Beacon. Jaune and the rest of Team JNPR were eating lunch with Team RWBY. Nora was recounting some wild dream she had while Ren was correcting her embellishments. Pyrrha was listening politely. Yang was laughing, Ruby was smiling and nodding along, Blake had her head in a book. Across from him, Weiss was picking at her salad, her head turned towards the rest of the group. Meanwhile Jaune...

Jaune was busy trying to keep a straight face, his mind racing a mile a minute. What the hell is going on? he thought. He tried to suppress a groan. Glancing down, he spied the source of both his confusion and discomfort. Between his legs, right at his crotch, was a delicate foot, covered in black stocking. Said foot was busy rubbing up and down his member. Jaune glanced around, hoping nobody else had noticed. Damnit Yang, you're going way too far with this prank... he thought, before glancing at his friends again and realizing that Yang, long as her legs were, was sitting much too far away for it to be her foot currently playing with his cock. Pyrrha was sitting next to him and it obviously wasn't her, Nora and Blake were both even farther than Yang, and Ruby was too short...that left only one person. No way... Jaune turned his gaze towards Weiss, who pretended not to notice, instead taking another bite of her salad before looking back at the others. This...this is a dream right? Weiss Schnee is not currently giving me a footjob under the lunch table, right? Jaune tried to stifle another groan as the foot pressed a bit harder into his groin. Or maybe it's a nightmare.

At this, Pyrrha turned, a look of concern on her face. "Jaune, are you okay? You're all red."

Jaune laughed nervously, leaning forward slightly, hoping his body would block the view of what was happening under the table. "Oh, what? Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a little warm today, is all."

"Is it? I hadn't noticed," Pyrrha replied, before turning back to Nora. Jaune sighed in relief, before a particularly forceful movement of the foot caused him to tense up again. He glanced at Weiss again, though this time she was staring right at him. Her cold eyes bore into his before he saw the barest hint of a smirk on her face, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards before she turned away again. So it is her! Why is she doing this? Is this cause I asked her out so many times? But I stopped... eventually!

Jaune tried not to groan again, but it was getting harder and harder to prevent it. His breathing was becoming more labored as Weiss' foot brought him closer and closer to the edge. He stared at Weiss, hoping she would catch his eye and he could try to get her to stop without calling attention to what was going on, but she kept smirking and avoiding his gaze. He felt his cock straining against his pants, pulsing and twitching as her foot ran up and down it.

Just as Jaune took a sharp inhale in, trying his hardest not to fall over the edge, Weiss pulled her foot away. Jaune exhaled slowly, still looking at the girl sitting across from him. She was staring at him again and hummed happily to herself as she stood up. "Well," she said, addressing the group, "I have to pick up some books in the library, I'll see you all in class." With that, the heiress walked away, her ponytail swishing with her steps. Jaune noticed the black stockings she was wearing, only further cementing the idea that it was her who had teased him so mercilessly.

Still breathing heavily, it took a moment for him to realize that Pyrrha was trying to get his attention. "Oh, sorry Pyr, what were you saying?"

"Jaune, I asked if you were okay. You're really red now, do you have a fever?"

"Ah, no, I'm fine Pyr, seriously, okay? But I think I'm gonna head back to the dorm, get my things together for the next class."

"Okay, if you think that's best, don't strain yourself, Jaune," she smiled warmly at him.

"Yeah, thanks." Feeling confident enough to stand without a noticeable tent pitched in his pants, he walked somewhat stiffly away.

Pushing through the doors of the cafeteria, he walked down the hallway and turned a corner to find Weiss standing there waiting for him, her arms crossed and a predatory smile on her face. "Follow me," she said, turning and starting to walk away. Jaune had no choice, he stepped up to walk next to her.

"Weiss, what the hell was that back there?" She simply hummed in response, so he tried again. "Weiss, seriously, what the fuck?"

"Oh, be quiet. I'll explain when we're in the library, in a nice quiet corner where we won't be easily overheard." She continued to walk, expecting him to follow. Once they reached the back of the library, Weiss poked him in the chest with her finger. "Now listen here, Arc." She stepped closer to him, forcing him to step back until he was pressed against a bookshelf. She continued to step into his personal space, staring up at him. "I've decided to make you my plaything, so if I want to tease you in the middle of lunch, I will." She punctuated her words by reaching down and gripping his manhood through his pants.

Jaune started, but didn't push the smaller girl away. "Weiss...are you serious?"

She smiled. "Very. You're cute when you're a squirming bundle of nerves."

"I don't...Weiss, what's gotten into you? Is this some kinda prank? Maybe a dare from Yang? That's really low of her to do that, you don't have to take that from her you know..." Jaune trailed off as Weiss squeezed his cock.

"Quiet. There's no dare, no prank. I just wanted a new toy, and I chose you." She stepped back and gave him some space. "Of course, I'll give you the choice. Submit to me, be my toy, and I'll give you pleasure like you've never experienced before. If you don't want it though, if you don't want the chance to fulfill your wildest dreams with me, well, I won't hold it against you. All I ask is that you stay silent about this either way." She stared directly into his eyes as she spoke, a confident smile on her face.

"Weiss..." Jaune breathed in deeply, not saying anything more. She continued to stare at him, and something in those eyes was telling him to give in. It would be so easy too, to just let her have her way with him. Didn't he want her? "Weiss..." he started again, "if we're gonna do this...what does this mean for us?"

"Don't get your hopes up, Arc. I'm not gonna start dating you or anything like that. I'm not your girlfriend. We're just gonna be friends, like before, but with benefits. Primarily me being able to use you as a living dildo."

"I mean...Okay, but like...Weiss, the way you're talking...it seems a little much, don't you think?"

She scoffed. "Oh please. What, am I not being eloquent enough for you? Would you rather I described sex acts in words you wouldn't understand anyways? Maybe I enjoy talking dirty like this. Did you ever consider that?" She stepped forward and reached for his crotch again, her hand rubbing up and down. "Come on Jaune, I promise it'll be fun," she winked.

Jaune groaned. He knew he was making a mistake, but he'd been wound up so much before, and now with the blood flowing downwards it seemed harder to think rationally. "Fine...I'll do it."

Weiss smiled a predatory grin. "Excellent. Do you have a safe word? Oh, who am I kidding, you're likely still a virgin, aren't you?" Weiss deftly unbuckled his belt then slipped her hand down his pants, wrapping her fingers directly around his cock. "From now on, your safe word is Myrternaster. That means that if ever I'm doing something that is going too far, or you want to stop, you say that word, and I will stop immediately, no questions asked." She continued to slowly jerk him off. "However, that means that saying 'No' or 'stop' will be ignored. If you really want me to stop, your safe word is your only way. Understood?"

Jaune gulped and nodded. "Yes ma'am". Maybe it was her commanding tone, maybe it was her hard, cold eyes, maybe it was just the soft delicate fingers on his cock, or maybe it was because Weiss fucking Schnee was giving him a hand job in the middle of the library, but Jaune was harder than he could ever remember being and very quickly approaching his limit. "Ah...W-Weiss..." he moaned.

Weiss grinned and slowed her movements. "Oh, were you getting close? You didn't cum in the cafeteria, I bet you really want to now, don't you?" She waited, but after getting no reply she squeezed his member. "I asked you a question," she sternly reminded him.

Jaune yelped. "I'm sorry, yes, I want to cum!"

Weiss smiled that predatory smile again. "Good, that's better. I suppose I can give you permission to cum. So go ahead, cum right inside your pants like the dirty pig you are." Her hand sped up its movements and within moments she felt his cock twitch rhythmically, his hot seed spilling over her hand and into his clothes. She pulled her hand out and brought it up to her mouth, cleaning the cum off with slow, long, sensual licks of her tongue. "Mmm," Weiss moaned.

Her display was making Jaune start to get hard again, despite having just finished his orgasm. "Weiss..." he whined.

"Oh no, that's all for now, we need to go to class. Besides, I'm sure you want to get changed, right? Or do you want to go to class in cum soaked underwear?" Jaune grumbled as he tried to fix his pants and rebuckle his belt. "That's a good toy. Now run along, I'll let you know when I will need you next. And remember, don't tell anyone about this."

Jaune nodded and started to walk away, wondering what in the hell he had gotten himself into.