Chapter 19: Lesson
Sayaka walks towards the bed. Yuu still has that smug smile on her face, and though this mirth pleased the brunette, this isn't the moment to celebrate her girlfriend's hard-earned confidence. Fully aware of the kōhai's insecurities, she had been trying for weeks to instill in Yuu that she is beautiful and amazing in many ways. But she won't elaborate or even show the extent of Yuu's impact on her. Not now at least. She has a role to play.
"First of all, don't call me senpai when you are bound like that. That's not who I am to you right now. Come up with another word." She said this as she paced with conviction around the bed.
"Sensei?"
"Don't make it seem like I am a pedophile, Yuu. I only have nine months on you."
"Lady Sayaka"
"You are not my servant." She traipses back.
"Shishou"
"Mmmnn," She ponders. "I like the ring of that." The lanky girl stopped walking and crawled over her girlfriend on all fours, making sure that their skin wouldn't come into contact. It still elicited a trilled reaction from the bound girl. "That deserves a reward. Good job." She praised her and kissed her deeply. The petite girl chases her lips as she pulls away. "Are you cold? Do you want me to raise the temperature a bit? You will be naked for a long time."
Yuu's pupils widened. She swallowed and tried to make a coherent response, but nothing came out of her mouth. Sayaka can practically hear the rapid heartbeat. Cheeks reddened, a slight shiver down her spine, an involuntary tremble of the lips—her body trying to convey what words can't. The senpai moves out of the bed, takes a small remote out of her bedside drawer, and increases the temperature by a few degrees.
"Before we proceed, we need to make some ground rules." Sayaka started pacing around the bed again. "Rule number one: no backtalking, two: no coming till I give you permission, three: follow my instructions as we go along. And four, the most important one: if you feel uncomfortable, in any kind of pain, or want to stop at any moment, you will say our safe word." She gazes directly at the brown eyes. "Do you understand?"
Yuu tried to clear her throat and was successful after the third try. "I don't know if I can control when I…" She trailed off, but the older girl understood.
"You will know, and I will know when that moment is arriving. If I don't stop what I am doing, then take it as permission. Any other question?"
"If I break any of the rules, would I be in trouble?"
"Heaps." The kōhai eyes widen. Not from fear. But excitement. "But it is very important that you don't break rule number four. I want you to take pleasure in this experience. I will adjust as we go, but my main concern is your safety. We have to trust each other if we want this to work." The green eyes were tender as she said the last words.
"I promise."
"Can you also promise not to backtalk to me when we are like this?" The older girl knows that Yuu will never not talk back to her. It is who she is. They banter, and it's always fun, but they never argue. Except maybe that one time. But it wasn't a screaming match.
"I can't promise that."
"Thanks for your honesty. It seems that this lesson will be longer than I thought. Anyway, let's begin." Sayaka lifts the eye mask on her hand. "You will be blindfolded for this session. I will not ask for permission for the things that I will do. You have the safe word." The younger girl nodded to show that she understood. The senpai proceeded to put the mask on, still making sure their skin wouldn't brush against each other. "Can you see anything? Be honest, or I will take you home right now."
"I can't see anything. Not even down my cheeks." It is true since the eye mask covers half her face but curves snugly at her nose.
"Good." The senpai goes to the bedside drawer again and secures her wavy hair in a ponytail. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, shishou."
Sayaka's heart swells at this. "Ah, good girl," she said, rewarding her again with a chase kiss. She leans back and looks at her drawer again, finding a round pink furry hair tie. She put it on her wrist. Then, remembering that she has a feather quill for when she writes on old parchment for her middle school project, she almost ran to her study drawer. Having a mild OCD about organizing her things, she knows exactly where it is. Going back, she saw Yuu's face turn in her direction, her mouth agape. Even with half of her face hidden, she's still breathtaking. There she was trying to teach about patience when all she wanted to do was devour the mesmerizing, appetizing, and incredibly appealing meal in front of her. She shook her head, denying her overwhelming desire.
Holding the feathery pen by the quill, she tests the tip on her palm and then on her forearm. It is soft and clean. She proceeds to touch the tip to Yuu's big toe. Upon contact, the bound girl's foot jerked, and she almost kicked the pen out of her hand. "Whoa"
"Sorry, I was surprised. What was that?"
"You don't need to know just yet." She tried again, but this time the tip traveled from her toe to her ankle. Yuu's breath hitched. The feather tip didn't visit the sole. Tickling isn't part of her plan. The feather goes to the shin. The effect is captivating. The muscles rippled all over her body. Goose bumps can be seen in different places. Breathing is irregular. The toned stomach contracted more and more.
Sayaka's dominant side is developing with each breath. She delighted in the power Yuu was giving her. The reactions she's getting are like a fevered dream. How lucky is she to have found someone who is willing to do things like this with her, even though this is just the second day of them being intimate. And that person not only loves her but also trusts her completely.
She continues to touch the feather along Yuu's body and learns that she can distinguish the variety of her girlfriend's moans. When she reached the neck, a light giggle was heard. 'Okay, not there.' Then proceeds to the sternum, the breath hitch. 'Cool' The feather brushed against the left breast. Yuu bit down on her lower lip. 'Whoa, that is sexy.' The feather goes to the other one, and this time the petite girl turns her lips inward to wet them. 'I want to kiss her so bad.' The feather travels from the stomach to the other foot. Deciding she had enough with the feather, she placed it on the bedside table. And took off the furry hair tie and chose not to use it. Though she wanted to give variety to the stimulations, her patience is waning. She wants to be the one to touch Yuu.
Kneeling a bit and bracing herself with her hands on the bed, this time she used her breath, blowing on her ear. The younger girl suddenly turns to face her, and their lips almost inadvertently touch, but the senpai is quick to move away, knowing that the movement wasn't intentional. Now she is thinking that she wanted a surface that wouldn't give away her location. She bent down and blew on her face. Strands of hair cleared from her forehead.
"Even your breath smells heavenly."
"If you're complimenting me just to get me to touch you, it won't happen."
The kōhai's forehead crease "I am stating facts. I don't know what you mean."
"Not another word." She hissed.
The wicked smile made another appearance. And to Sayaka's horror, she realized that she had gone straight into Yuu's trap. Uttering the two words that were the nemesis to her awakening dominant side. "Make me."
'What in an actual…' She is relieved that the petite girl has a blindfold on. Her reaction would have betrayed the significance those two words had for her. She tried to steady her breathing. And debated if she could silently clear her throat. With Yuu's heightened senses, she chose not to. Seeing that her bedside table still had the tumbler half full of water from last night's bed reading, she took it, opened the cover as silently as she could, and drank from it. Her throat isn't much better. 'Dang it.' Seconds tick by, and Yuu is beginning to wonder where she is, moving her head around.
"Shis…"
"I think you don't want to continue." She cuts her off. Thankful that her throat didn't betray her as much.
"No, no, please, please continue."
"Hmmn… I will undo your wrists now."
"No shishou, please. I am sorry."
"Are you really?"
"I am, I am. I will not speak again."
"Let's see if you can keep that promise."
She crawled over Yuu's side and blew on a breast. A subdued moan reaches her sharp ears. She smiles triumphantly. The nipples hardened. "Don't make unnecessary movements, or I swear I'll stop." The brunette blew on her neck, but this time it didn't tickle her kōhai. "Good girl!" she said, giving another swift kiss as a reward. But Yuu chases her lips a little more. She is getting impatient with the lack of contact. Sayaka is about to give in. She moves on all fours and blows on her girlfriend's forehead to her chin. She inhaled deeply and then blew on the neck to the breasts until the last of her breath reached the stomach. It's taking all of Sayaka's willpower not to collapse right there and conquer the writhing body below her. "Hmmnn, I think you deserve a reward." No reply. She wanted to stop the lesson altogether, but she just wanted to hear Yuu beg for it. "Ah, you definitely deserve a reward. You can speak again."
"Please, shishou, touch me."
"Touch you? Oh, no. That is too much. You need to learn more about patience." She blew on the breasts again, and the nipples contracted more.
"I learn it. I promise I did."
"Begging like this isn't patience, my love."
A whimper paired with the cutest pout, Sayaka almost dived in and bit that alluring lower lip. 'Why am I doing this again?'
"Alright, I will reward you since you have been a good girl." She hovers over Yuu's hips. And lowered herself slowly. The senpai straddled her, and the moment the connection was made, Yuu made a sound that will haunt her lover for the rest of her life. It is a cross between a purr and a moan, a sound of victory and satisfaction that still exudes hunger. Sayaka attempted to conceal the pleasure that contact gave her by biting down on her own bottom lip, but her own wetness may have already exposed her ruse. The younger girl moves her hips, trying to get more friction from her. "Don't move. I did not give you permission to move."
"Please, shishou, please touch me."
"Where and what should I touch you with?"
"Nipple and mouth."
"Oh my, how lewd. And there is a word missing in that request."
"Please, shishou, kiss me on the nipple."
"Good girl"
When her lips touched the nipple, Yuu squealed. Now she is the one who wants to gyrate her hips. It's a good thing her girlfriend did it naturally. She lifted herself a little just to tease her, then ground herself back, and the sound her lover made was just music in her ears.
"Now where do you want me to touch you next?"
"The other nipple, please, shishou." The senpai happily obliged. Sensing that she wasn't in trouble for the grinding, Yuu did it more.
Their sexes are touching, and it is causing Sayaka to feel a little lightheaded. Still refusing to give up her dominance, she shut her eyes hard, trying to retrieve the last dread of her self-restraint. "Did you learn your lesson, Yuu?"
"Yes, shishou, I will not backtalk, and I won't hurry like that again. I will give you time to enjoy me."
"Good girl. That deserves a big reward." Sayaka gets up, intending to get a throw pillow from her reading chair.
But before she can get out of bed, "Please don't go away." Yuu's voice is shaky and pleading.
"I am here, my love. I promise I won't leave you. Give me a few seconds, and I will give you everything you desire from me."
After taking the small pillow, she placed it beneath Yuu's hips. For her to receive more of the much-needed contact. She lifted a thigh just a little and then crawled over her lover, angled herself between the raised thigh, and began to move up against it. When her own thigh made contact with Yuu's wetness, the little girl made that hunting sound again. Mewling happily.
"I love you." Sayaka gasps.
"I love you, shishou."
After balancing Yuu on the edge, a couple of times, Sayaka could not control herself any longer. Her hips are moving on their own, sliding along Yuu's thigh. She doesn't care about their roles anymore. The pace increased. The sounds that Yuu is making are enough to push her to the edge of delirium. She devours the breasts as she continues to increase the tempo. When she saw that the muscles on the small body were beginning to tense up again, she let go of her sanity. She even foregoes the kissing and can only concentrate on pounding herself to Yuu. Both are covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
The skin on the toned stomach is becoming stiffer. Muscle lines are all in attention. They are both coming, and she tried her best to make sure Yuu came first before she surrendered on her own. Yuu choked her name. Breathless as she convulsed and throbbed. The mistress cashed in a few more trusts before she let go and yielded as well.
They collapse, and Sayaka's last thought was to angle herself to the side so she wouldn't crash on Yuu and cut off her ability to catch her breath.
The kōhai was able to say a few words in between gulps of air. "Please…let me… see you."
Sayaka summoned the strength to grant the request and undo the headboard knot. Yuu was able to push aside the masks after that. Their eyes met for a second before the green eyes disappeared through closed lids. She was wound tighter than she thought. 'Being a dominatrix is a lot of work.' The petite girl was able to loosen her wrists and roll to the side to face her. With more stamina and her lover doing most of the work, she recovered from the high first. Caressing locks of hair away, soft, breathy kisses were showered all over her face, neck, and shoulders.
"This should be the other way around." She wheezes.
"That was incredible, Sayaka." The change of names signaled the end of their roles. "Thank you. You are right. Great things should be savored thoroughly." She continues to kiss the brunette. Light pecks all over her face. Sometimes on the lips, but not lingering to let her recuperate. Gentle grazes here and there. Fingertips stroking the long arm then threaded through wavy hair, brushing them away from sticking to her sweat-covered back.
"Kiss me."
It is not a request. It's a command. And her girlfriend is just too willing to comply.
They made love again, but this time as themselves. No roles. Forming all the connections their bodies were capable of. Feeling, wanting, and needing to express their fondness for each other where words fail them.
