Trigger Warning: Sexual content, dubious consent and major power dynamic.
Several days had passed since Gregor's disappearance, and though no one dared to mention his name, the absence he left behind was palpable. It was as if he had never existed, yet the void he left was impossible to ignore—his empty seat, the odd number of students in class. Mr. Killian, their swordplay instructor, seemed especially appreciative of Hailey's presence after that day, helping to fill the space left by Gregor. Crediting her presence with helping the class refocus on their studies. And indeed, they did. Though unspoken, Gregor's failure seemed to drive everyone to work harder, as if no one wanted to risk sharing his fate.
Hailey couldn't blame them. She, too, was struggling to stay afloat in her classes. No matter how hard she tried, her mind refused to focus, plagued by horrific visions of the forest's magic taking Gregor. But now, in her nightmares, it wasn't Gregor being swallowed by the darkness—it was her sister. Her sister's absence now felt more acutely than ever.
When Hailey's thoughts weren't consumed by fear and regret, they were clouded with something equally troubling: longing and desire. The Dean for Evil's presence was a constant distraction, making Hailey question everything she thought she knew about herself. This internal turmoil became her downfall. Lost in her conflicting emotions, she had unwittingly driven herself into the corner she now found herself in.
Hailey couldn't sleep, knowing this would be her last night as a human. The thought alone made her skin crawl with a strange mix of fear and resignation. She watched Agatha toss and turn in her bed, clearly troubled by her own thoughts, though likely not as dire as Hailey's. Agatha had always been more grounded, less concerned with the school's stringent rules and expectations. Hailey, however, felt like she was drowning, unable to keep her head above the water of endless failures and looming punishments. The room felt suffocating, and Hailey knew she needed to get some air, to clear her mind before the inevitable came to pass.
She had done it. Despite her best efforts to focus on her classes, she had failed yet again. The constant thought of what had happened to Gregor haunted her, a dark shadow that tainted every moment. She couldn't shake the image of his frightened face as he disappeared into the Blue Forest, consumed by the school's dark magic. Her nightmares replacing his face with the terrified one of her sister. The possibility that she could be next gnawed at her, an insidious fear that she couldn't banish. She felt guilty, not just for failing to help Gregor, but for being unable to prevent a similar fate from befalling herself. It was as if she was paralyzed, watching herself spiral towards an inevitable end.
Today had been the worst day yet. Not only had she failed her Good Deeds class, but she had also managed to botch Animal Communication. The memory stung—she had been trying to communicate with the wish fish, a delicate exercise requiring intense focus. But just as she was about to succeed, an image of Lady Lesso's wicked smile flashed in her mind. The Dean's dark, alluring presence disrupted her concentration, and the wish fish scattered in a flurry of iridescent scales, leaving Hailey floundering and embarrassed. The rest of the class had moved on, but she remained rooted in place, her failure glaringly obvious.
The dread of the next day loomed over her. The very first class was Princess Etiquette, a subject in which she had yet to ever pass. She had tried to master the intricate rules and nuanced behaviours that were expected, but it always felt like she was playacting, an imposter in a world of grace and refinement. Her clumsiness and discomfort were constant reminders of her unsuitability for this life. Tomorrow, she was sure, would be her downfall. She was doomed—destined to disappear without a trace, like Gregor, like her sister before her. The thought of vanishing, of being forgotten, was terrifying. It was a void she couldn't fathom, a darkness she couldn't fight against.
Hailey felt like she had let everyone down. Not just herself or her family, but her entire kingdom. They had sent her here with high hopes, believing she would return as a refined, capable princess ready to lead. Instead, she was on the brink of being expelled, a disgrace that would stain her family's honour. The weight of these expectations was crushing, pressing down on her chest like a heavy stone. It was killing her inside, the guilt and shame a poison she couldn't purge.
Needing to escape her thoughts, if only for a moment, Hailey slipped out of bed and quietly left the dormitory. The cold night air hit her face as she made her way to the beach at the edge of the school grounds, the moonlight casting a silver glow over the water. The sound of the waves was soothing, a rhythmic lullaby that momentarily dulled the chaos in her mind. She walked along the shore, her bare feet sinking into the cool, wet sand. The vastness of the ocean was a stark contrast to the confines of her life at the school, and for a brief moment, she felt a sense of peace.
Locating a slanted slab of slightly jagged stone, protruding from under the bridge that connected the schools, she gently took a seat, enjoying the seclusion and privacy it gave her. But even here, on the quiet secluded beach, she couldn't escape her thoughts. The moon reflected on the water, reminding her of the cold, unyielding expectations she faced. Her failures replayed in her mind, each one a sharp reminder of her inadequacy. She thought of Prince Andreas, her fiancé, and how even the comfort of his presence couldn't ease the turmoil inside her. There was no spark between them, no deep connection—only a hollow sense of duty. Her thoughts inevitably drifted back to Lady Lesso, whose image had continued to plague her at the most inconvenient times. The Dean's piercing eyes and mysterious smile seemed to follow her everywhere, a haunting presence that kept her up at night.
As Hailey sat under the bridge, cold wind chilling her to her core, she felt utterly lost. Tomorrow, she would face her final test, and she was certain she would fail. The fear of disappearing, of being swallowed by the school's dark secrets, was a cold reality she could no longer deny. She had nowhere left to turn, no more excuses to make. The realization was both freeing and terrifying—freeing in that she no longer had to pretend, and terrifying because it meant the end was near.
She looked out over the ocean, the vast expanse of water stretching into the night. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine escaping, running away from the school, the expectations, the failures. But where would she go? There was no place for her in this world, not as a failed princess, not as someone who couldn't even communicate with wish fish or walk gracefully in a ballroom. The future seemed bleak, a dark abyss she was tumbling into, unable to stop herself. Lost in her thoughts about her kingdom and her uncertain future, she became oblivious to the world around her.
Lady Lesso, feeling frustrated and distracted by her own emotions, decided to take flight as a raven in search of something to occupy her irritated mind. Too preoccupied as she flew over the school grounds thinking about Raffal's latest plaything- Sophie, the bumbling idiot of a Reader, she almost didn't notice a figure under the bridge and swooped down to investigate. Curiosity piqued and ever in search of amusement, Lesso's eyes lit up with a evil glint. Perhaps this lonely figure would provide the entertainment she craved—a welcome distraction from the ever growing storm inside her.
Upon realizing it was Hailey, Lady Lesso's irritation somewhat faded, but a twisted intrigue flickered in her eyes. Seeking a cruel diversion, she shifted back into her human form, landing silently on the sand, her presence a going unnoticed. The sand, however, proved unsteady beneath her heels, causing her to stumble slightly. Annoyed, Lesso used her powers to heat the sand beneath the bridge, turning it into smooth glass to regain her footing. The faint red glow and sizzling heat from the glass oddly didn't seem to catch Hailey's attention, and Lesso grinned approvingly as her heels now made a satisfying clicking sound as she approached her unsuspecting victim.
"I thought you would have learned by now that students shouldn't be out of bed this late at night," Lady Lesso's voice cut through the night, startling Hailey out of her reverie. Hailey spun around, her eyes wide with surprise, and Lesso noticed the glisten of tears on her cheeks. The dean faltered, feeling a wave of discomfort at the sight of Hailey's emotions, something she was not accustomed to dealing with.
"Please don't fail me," Hailey pleaded, her voice trembling as she struggled to her feet, inching closer to Lady Lesso. The desperation in her movements was almost palpable.
Lesso's smirk widened, the flicker of fear in Hailey's voice igniting a familiar satisfaction within her. Fear was something she could savour, an emotion she was far more comfortable with. "But it would be so easy," she drawled, her voice laced with a teasing edge as her finger began to glow with the faint promise of a spell.
"Please! I can't fail again!" Hailey's desperation escalated, her wide eyes reflecting pure panic.
Lesso tilted her head, enjoying the sight of the girl unravelling before her. "Oh? And why is that?" she asked, her tone mocking, though a spark of curiosity simmered beneath the surface.
"Because I'll fail out if you do," Hailey confessed, her voice cracking with the weight of impending doom. She met Lesso's gaze, her eyes filled with raw pain and resignation. "I already know I'm going to fail my first class tomorrow. So please, just let me have tonight."
Lesso studied her for a long, silent moment, the smirk slipping from her lips as she absorbed the sadness in Hailey's eyes. There was something unsettling about the vulnerability laid bare before her, something that dulled the edge of her enjoyment. She found herself hesitating, the urge to crush the girl's hopes warring with an inexplicable reluctance.
With an irritated sigh, Lesso finally relented, crossing her arms in frustration. "Fine. Ruin my fun," she muttered, though the words lacked their usual venom. As Hailey visibly relaxed, a wave of relief washing over her, Lesso watched with narrowed eyes, perplexed by her own restraint. She couldn't quite grasp why, but she didn't feel like making Hailey's night worse—not tonight.
As Hailey began to relax, her gaze drifted to Lady Lesso's elegant form, taking in the confident stance that exuded authority and power. There was something undeniably captivating about the Dean of Evil, a presence that commanded attention without effort. But then, as Lesso attempted to take a step, the smooth glass beneath her betrayed her footing. She slipped, her balance faltering in a rare moment of vulnerability.
Hailey moved quickly, her instincts overriding any hesitation, and caught Lesso before she could fall. The dean stiffened in her arms, her irritation palpable as Hailey steadied her. Lesso was a woman who prided herself on strength and independence—being caught off guard like this, and worse, needing assistance, struck a blow to her pride.
"Put me down this instant!" Lesso's voice was sharp, laced with venom as she struck Hailey's arm with her fist and cane. Her words were as cutting as ever, a defence mechanism against the embarrassment of being helped. But despite the dean's protests, Hailey remained calm, gently lifting the woman up and carrying her a few steps to a nearby stone slab.
Hailey set Lesso down with care, ignoring the stinging blows and the commanding tone. The defiance in Lesso's eyes was met with unexpected kindness as Hailey simply ensured she was steady before stepping back. Lesso huffed, crossing her legs and trying to regain her composure, a faint blush colouring her cheeks—a rare sight for someone so in control.
The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the distant rustling of leaves in the night air. Hailey, her eyes now drawn to the endless woods, seemed lost in thought, the weight of her worries visible in the furrow of her brow. Lesso, now calmer but still stewing in a mix of embarrassment and frustration, allowed her gaze to drift over Hailey, noticing details she had overlooked before. The girl was barefoot, her thin nightgown doing little to protect her from the chill of the evening. Vulnerable, out of place—yet still here, trying to hold her own.
Lesso's irritation began to ebb, replaced by a complex mix of emotions. She was exhausted, both mentally and emotionally, the events of the day weighing on her more than she cared to admit. Despite her reputation, Lesso was not immune to the strain of her responsibilities, nor to the burdens that came with being a figure of power. And though she revelled in cruelty, there was a part of her—buried deep—that could still empathize, even if she didn't like to acknowledge it.
"You've failed two classes in a row?" Lesso's voice, now softer, broke the silence. There was still a sharp edge to her tone, but it was tempered by a curiosity that surprised even her.
Hailey nodded slightly, a hum of agreement escaping her as she kept her gaze on the woods.
"I take it that's why you're out here so late, risking punishment?" Lesso pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to understand the girl's motivations.
"Yeah. If I only have one last night as a human, I didn't want to spend it cooped up in bed alone. Figured I might as well get out and enjoy myself," Hailey replied, her voice tinged with a forlorn acceptance. She turned to face Lesso, a sad smile on her lips that tugged at something deep within the dean.
Lesso watched her closely, a part of her wanting to lash out, to punish the girl for her insolence, for daring to touch her, for seeing her in a moment of weakness. But another part—the part she usually kept buried—felt an odd sense of reluctance. "Don't worry. As much as I want to punish someone right now, it won't be you. At least not tonight," Lesso finally said, a hint of amusement creeping into her tone despite herself.
"Really?" Hailey's voice was laced with surprise and relief, and for the first time that evening, she met Lesso's gaze with something other than fear.
"Yes. I've never had a Never fail out. And as much as I love the thought of Dovey losing her precious Evers so early in the year, I've taken a liking to you," Lesso admitted, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile. The admission was unsettling, even for her, as if she was acknowledging a weakness she hadn't intended to reveal.
Hailey blushed, her eyes darting away. "Thank you," she whispered, the sincerity in her voice catching Lesso off guard.
"Don't mention it, Princess," Lesso replied, the endearment slipping out before she could stop it. She leaned forward, twiddling her cane between her fingers, trying to mask the slip with nonchalance. But there was a tension in her chest, an unfamiliar tightness that she didn't fully understand.
Hailey's expression grew sadder, her thoughts drifting back to her kingdom, to the burdens she carried and the unfairness of it all. "I didn't even get my first kiss," she murmured, the words heavy with disappointment.
Lesso raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden shift in the conversation. "Why don't you just go up to your prince and kiss him if you're so sure it's your last night?" she asked, her tone teasing, though the genuine curiosity lingered beneath.
Hailey grimaced, shaking her head. "I would rather not kiss him, or any boy for that matter, if I had the choice," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
Lesso's eyes gleamed with interest, the confession sparking something mischievous and unexpected within her. "Oh?" she prompted, a devilish grin spreading across her lips as a truly evil idea formed in her mind. There was something about this girl—something intriguing, something fun—that she hadn't expected.
"Stand up," Lesso commanded, her voice smooth and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.
"Why?" Hailey asked, though there was no defiance in her voice, only a lingering uncertainty.
"Just do as I tell you, Little Pet," Lesso replied, the nickname slipping out with a seductive lilt. It sent a shiver down Hailey's spine, compelling her to obey without question. She rose to her feet, turning to face Lesso, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. Lesso watched her with a keen eye, the irritation from earlier now fully replaced by something much darker, something she had never thought to do before, something that promised to make this night far more interesting than she had initially anticipated. Yet, beneath that darkness, a small, unacknowledged part of her felt a strange connection to the girl—a connection she didn't quite understand. That made her doubt if this was worth risking, but for now, she decided to ignore it and indulge.
"Now come here," Lesso commanded, her voice smooth and commanding. She curled her finger in a way that made Hailey's heart skip a beat, her face flushing as she stepped closer. The dean's eyes were locked onto Hailey, a predatory glint hidden beneath her composed exterior. Lesso motioned for her to step into the space between her spread legs, the intimacy of the position sending a jolt of nervous excitement through Hailey.
"So obedient. Good girl," Lesso purred, her voice dripping with approval as she grabbed Hailey's hand and tugged her closer, pulling her so abruptly that Hailey nearly toppled into her lap. Instinctively, Hailey's hands reached out, bracing herself on Lesso's legs, her fingers trembling against the smooth fabric of the dean's clothes. The proximity was overwhelming, the air between them charged with tension.
"Wh-what's this about?" Hailey stammered, her voice shaky as she tried and failed to look away from Lesso's intense gaze. The dean's amethyst eyes bore into her, seeing through every defence Hailey might have thought to raise.
"Since you're so insistent that you're going to fail tomorrow, I figure now would be a good time to give you that reward I promised you," Lesso murmured, her tone teasing, but with an underlying seriousness that made Hailey's heart race. As Lesso's hand moved up Hailey's arm, it left a trail of heat in its wake, the touch electrifying. When Lesso's thumb pressed gently against Hailey's throat, the girl gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to process the unfamiliar sensations flooding her senses.
Lesso's touch was deliberate, almost methodical, as if she were savouring the power she held over the girl. Her hand continued its slow, deliberate journey, cupping the back of Hailey's neck, her fingers threading through the soft golden strands of her hair. The motion was possessive, claiming, as if Lesso was reminding Hailey who was in control.
"Open your eyes," Lesso ordered, her voice low and commanding. Hailey obeyed, her eyes opening halfway, dazed and unfocused. But Lesso wasn't satisfied with such a passive response. With a sharp yank, she grabbed a fistful of Hailey's hair, pulling her head back. "Look at me!" she demanded, her voice a mix of authority and something darker, something almost primal.
Hailey's breath hitched as her gaze snapped back to Lesso's, emerald meeting amethyst in a collision of intensity. She couldn't look away even if she wanted to, the dean's eyes holding her captive. There was no room for doubt, no space for hesitation—just the overwhelming presence of Lady Lesso and the magnetic pull she exerted.
"Good girl," Lesso praised, her voice a low, sultry purr as she loosened her grip, allowing Hailey to rest her head in her hand. The gentleness of the gesture was a stark contrast to the force she had just displayed, and it only made Hailey more disoriented, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
"You came here for a distraction, right?" Lesso's tone softened just a fraction, enough to lull Hailey into a false sense of comfort.
Hailey nodded, unable to form coherent words, a soft "Mmmm" escaping her lips as she leaned into the touch. There was a deep longing in her eyes, a desire for something she couldn't quite name, but which she was certain only Lesso could provide.
"Did you want me to show you the best kind of distraction?" Lesso's voice was like velvet, wrapping around Hailey and pulling her deeper into the moment. Her fingers brushed lightly against Hailey's scalp, the sensation sending shivers down her spine, her body reacting to every slight touch.
"Please," Hailey whispered, the word barely audible as it passed her lips. There was a vulnerability in her voice, a plea for Lesso to take control, to guide her through this unfamiliar territory.
Lesso's grin widened, satisfaction evident in the curve of her lips. She had the girl right where she wanted her—pliable, eager, and wholly at her mercy. Pulling Hailey in closer, Lesso leaned in, her breath warm against Hailey's lips. "Then follow my lead, Little Pet," she instructed, her tone smooth and authoritative.
With that, Lesso closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Hailey's in a slow, deliberate kiss. The kiss was firm, commanding, leaving no doubt who was in control. Hailey melted into it, her hands clutching at Lesso's legs for support, her mind spinning as she tried to keep up with the intensity of the moment.
Lesso's kiss was more than just a kiss—it was a lesson, a demonstration of the power she held, not just over Hailey's body, but over her very soul. As the kiss deepened, Hailey found herself surrendering completely, allowing Lesso to take the lead, to guide her through the storm of emotions that had been brewing inside her all night.
For Lesso, the kiss was a release of the tension she had been carrying all day, a momentary reprieve from the relentless demands of her role as Dean and her whirlwind of emotions following Rafal's reappearance. As her lips moved against Hailey's, she let herself indulge in the sensation, allowing the barriers she kept so tightly guarded to slip, if only for a moment. Hailey's warmth, her eager response, the soft whimpers that escaped her—it all fed something deep within Lesso, something she rarely allowed herself to feel.
But even as she relished the moment, Lesso remained aware of the power dynamic between them. She pulled back slightly, her lips just barely brushing against Hailey's as she spoke, her voice a soft murmur. "Good girl," she whispered, the words a reward in themselves, a sign of her approval.
Hailey's eyes fluttered open, wide and glazed with the lingering effects of the kiss. She looked at Lesso with a mix of awe and confusion, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. But Lesso didn't give her time to dwell on it. She tightened her grip on Hailey's hair, pulling her closer once again.
"Let's see if you can keep up," Lesso whispered, her voice a challenge as she leaned in to claim Hailey's lips once more, this time with even more intensity, pushing the girl to the very edge of her control.
At first, Hailey was overwhelmed, her mind reeling with the shock of what was happening. Everything felt like a whirlwind of sensations—her heart racing, her breath hitching, the warmth of Lesso's lips against hers. But as the moments passed, that initial confusion began to fade, replaced by something deeper, more primal. The softness of Lesso's lips, the way her body responded instinctively to the dean's touch—it was surreal, like stepping into a dream she had never dared to believe could be real.
And yet, here she was, not just in Lady Lesso's presence, but wrapped in her arms, surrendering to a kiss that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. A thrill of excitement shot through Hailey, her earlier fears melting away as she pushed herself closer to Lesso, her hands tangling in the woman's thick curls. She pulled Lesso nearer, driven by a need she barely understood, but which felt undeniable in that moment.
Lesso, always one to relish the unexpected, was pleasantly surprised by Hailey's sudden boldness. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she deepened the kiss, her arm winding around Hailey's waist and drawing her even closer. The soft moan that escaped Hailey sent a spark of satisfaction through Lesso, fuelling the heat between them. When Lesso bit down on Hailey's lip, the girl gasped, her eyes snapping open briefly. The amusement dancing in Lesso's gaze only encouraged Hailey further. Emboldened, she returned the gesture, biting back gently, eliciting a low, pleased groan from Lesso that sent a shiver down Hailey's spine.
Hailey's hands moved from Lesso's shoulders back to her hair, tugging gently to deepen the kiss. Lesso almost purred in response, thoroughly enjoying the girl's growing confidence and the boldness of her behaviour. With each passing moment, Hailey grew more confident, more certain of her place in this embrace. She pressed her body eagerly against Lesso's, feeling the heat of the dean's body through the thin fabric of her nightgown. The intensity of it all was overwhelming, yet Hailey couldn't bring herself to pull away. Instead, she deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing the curve of Lesso's lips, exploring with a tentative boldness that belied her earlier hesitation.
Lesso's response was immediate, her lips parting to meet Hailey's exploration with her own. There was a hunger in the way Lesso kissed her back, a fierce need that seemed to match Hailey's growing desire. It was heady and powerful, a connection that was as intense as it was dangerous. Hailey's fingers trembled with the sheer force of the moment, the intensity of it all almost too much to bear.
But just as Hailey felt herself teetering on the edge of something profound, Lesso pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss. Hailey's eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding, confusion flickering across her features. Had she done something wrong? Was this a test? A punishment?
But Lesso's grin, wide and wicked, quickly dispelled Hailey's fears. There was no reprimand in those sharp, violet eyes—only a dark amusement and something that looked almost like pride. Without a word, Lesso shifted her grip, her hands sliding down to Hailey's hips. In one smooth, fluid motion, she lifted Hailey easily, placing her onto her uninjured leg, settling her closer, more intimately than before.
"Better," Lesso murmured, her voice low and satisfied as she admired Hailey's flushed face and wide, questioning eyes. The moment hung heavy between them, charged with a tension that neither could ignore. Then, without giving Hailey a chance to fully process what was happening, Lesso pulled her back into another kiss, this one even more heated and consuming than the last.
Hailey's breath hitched as she was drawn into the storm of Lesso's embrace once more. The kiss was fierce, commanding, and filled with a raw passion that left Hailey breathless. She clung to Lesso, her hands gripping the dean's shoulders as if she might lose herself if she let go. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty—just the overwhelming need to be closer, to feel more.
Lesso's hands roamed Hailey's body with a possessive confidence, exploring every curve, every line with a deliberate slowness that drove Hailey wild. Each touch, each caress was calculated, designed to elicit the maximum response from the girl perched so vulnerably on her leg. And it worked—Hailey's moans grew louder, her body arching into Lesso's touch as if begging for more.
But Lesso was in no hurry. She relished in Hailey's reactions, savouring each gasp, each shiver as if it were a victory. This was more than just a kiss; it was a lesson, a demonstration of power and control that Lesso wielded with effortless grace. She was reminding Hailey—reminding herself—who was in charge, who held the reins in this dangerous dance they were engaged in.
Yet, even as Lesso revelled in her dominance, there was a small, almost imperceptible part of her that softened as she watched Hailey's eager, trusting response. It was a part of her that she rarely acknowledged, let alone indulged, but in this moment, she allowed it to surface, just enough to make the experience more personal, more intimate than she had intended.
When she finally pulled back, her lips just barely brushing against Hailey's, Lesso took a moment to study the girl in her arms. Hailey's eyes were half-lidded, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The girl looked utterly undone, and Lesso couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight. But there was something else, too—a warmth in her chest that she hadn't expected, a quiet sense of connection that unsettled her more than she cared to admit.
"Not bad, Little Pet," Lesso murmured, her voice low and teasing as she ran a thumb over Hailey's swollen lips. "But we're just getting started." The promise in her words sent another shiver down Hailey's spine, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
Lady Lesso watched the girl's reactions as her hands slowly roamed Hailey's body, one resting on the small of her back to pull her closer before moving to the girl's hip to guide her movements while the other explored the curves of her thigh. Hailey moaned, helping press their bodies together, needing to feel more of Lesso's touch. She could feel the tension building inside her, the heat of Lesso's hand seeping through her thin nightgown. Lesso's fingers pressed into Hailey's thigh, rubbing gently before giving it a firm squeeze, drawing another soft moan from the girl.
As Hailey shifted on Lesso's leg, trying to get closer, the sensation of the pressure against her sent a jolt through her body. She gasped, her eyes widening at the unexpected intensity, her breath catching in her throat. Lesso's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Hailey's reaction, her lips curving into a smug smile.
"Did you like that?" Lesso's voice was a husky whisper, dripping with a knowing tease. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer, though it was clear from the gleam in Lesso's eyes that she already knew the truth.
Hailey could only nod, her throat tight as she bit down on her lip, trying in vain to stifle another moan. The intensity of Lesso's presence, the way she commanded every moment, was overwhelming. Words seemed to escape her, leaving her breathless and yearning.
But Lesso wasn't one to let such things slide. "Use your words, Pet," she insisted, her voice firm and unyielding. Her grip on Hailey's hip tightened slightly, a subtle reminder of who was in control. There was a dark satisfaction in the way she wielded her power, savouring every flicker of emotion that crossed Hailey's flushed face.
"Y-yes," Hailey managed to gasp out, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and desire. The admission felt like a surrender, a concession to the power that Lesso held over her.
"Good girl," Lesso purred, her tone both approving and possessive. The praise was laced with a dangerous edge, a promise of reward. Lesso revelled in the control she had, the way Hailey responded so eagerly to her every command. It was intoxicating, feeding the dark, twisted pleasure that simmered just beneath the surface of her composed exterior.
Hailey could feel Lasso guiding her movements with her hands, pressing her down more firmly against her leg. The pressure and friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through Hailey, her body responding instinctively as she began to move against Lesso, her moans growing louder as the sensations intensified.
Lesso watched with a satisfied smirk as Hailey lost herself in the moment, her hips grinding rhythmically against Lesso's thigh. The dean's own breathing grew heavier as she felt the girl's warmth and desperation. Lesso enjoyed every moment of control, every gasp and whimper she elicited from Hailey.
"Look at me," Lesso commanded, her voice a low, authoritative growl.
Hailey's head tilted back, her eyes locking onto Lesso's as she moved, her lips parting in a silent moan. Each time she opened her eyes, she was struck by the surreal reality of it all—being here, like this, with Lady Lesso.
"That's it. Relax and listen to your body," Lesso encouraged, her tone softening just enough to soothe. Watching the girl's expression shift between pleasure and disbelief, Lesso felt her own tension building, the closeness of Hailey pushing her to the brink of her own self-control.
As Hailey's movements grew more frantic, she leaned forward, her lips finding Lesso's neck. The sudden boldness in Hailey's actions surprised Lesso, but instead of pulling back, she found herself enjoying it—perhaps a little too much. The girl's assertiveness was new, unexpected, and Lesso was both impressed and intrigued. Normally, she would never tolerate anyone challenging her control, but in this moment, she decided to let Hailey take the reins, curious to see where it would lead.
Hailey's kisses and nibbles along Lesso's neck sent jolts of pleasure coursing through the dean, her breath hitching slightly as Hailey's hot breath teased her ear. The tension between control and surrender was thrilling, a delicate balance that Lesso wasn't accustomed to. Her hands tightened on Hailey's sides, nails digging in just enough to leave a mark as the girl ground herself against Lesso's leg, a soft groan escaping the woman's lips—a sound that reverberated through Hailey's body, encouraging her to continue.
When Hailey hesitated, then gently bit down on Lesso's earlobe, the sharp intake of breath from the dean was more than just a reaction—it was a rare admission of vulnerability. Lesso's heart raced, a mixture of surprise and exhilaration washing over her. She found herself allowing Hailey to explore further, the girl's growing confidence evident in the way her hands moved with more certainty, each touch drawing a deeper response from Lesso.
"Lesso, I—oh," Hailey moaned into her ear, her voice trembling as the tension inside her coiled tighter, threatening to snap.
Lesso could feel her own desire simmering just below the surface, the closeness of Hailey's body igniting something she hadn't expected to feel. "Let go and just let it take over, Pet," Lesso's voice was rough, her own control slipping as she urged Hailey closer to the edge. Her nails raked over Hailey's back, both encouraging and commanding, an unspoken permission for the girl to lose herself in the moment.
With a loud moan, Hailey's body shuddered violently, her lips crashing against Lesso's to muffle the cries of pleasure as it crashed over her like a wave. Lesso held her close, savouring the feel of Hailey trembling in her arms, the power of the moment both a victory and a revelation. This was different, new—and Lesso found herself revelling in it, the unexpected enjoyment of letting someone else take a piece of control.
As the tremors subsided, Hailey slumped against Lesso, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to recover from the overwhelming experience. Lesso, still holding her, felt a surprising softness towards the girl. She stroked Hailey's back gently, her usual sharp edges softened by the intimacy of the moment.
Hailey lifted her head slowly, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed with exertion and satisfaction. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with sincerity.
Lesso smiled, an expression that was as much about satisfaction as it was about the unanticipated connection she felt. Her fingers brushed a stray strand of hair away from Hailey's face, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "You're welcome, Pet," she replied, her voice soft but laced with that unmistakable edge of satisfaction.
