The lecture hall slowly emptied out, students filing past Catherine Stark as she gathered her notes. She barely glanced at them. Her mind was already elsewhere, fixed on the figure that had occupied a seat at the back of the room, standing out despite the shadows.
Jackie Kirk had never been particularly skilled at blending in, even when she tried. Catherine had noticed her the moment she walked in, her presence immediately commanding attention. It was not because Jackie exuded any authority—in fact, it was the opposite. There was a kind of naivety to her, a softness that made her seem out of place in this rigid academic world. Catherine's lips curved in the faintest hint of a smirk as she stacked her papers.
Jackie was still sitting there, pretending to busy herself with her phone, her eyes darting up to Catherine every few seconds. Nervous. Catherine could see it in the way Jackie's fingers trembled slightly when she tried to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. So innocent. So fragile. Catherine felt the familiar stirrings of control curling within her. She knew how this would play out. She always knew.
With slow, measured steps, Catherine crossed the room, each click of her heels on the polished floor echoing in the silence. Jackie's head snapped up, and their eyes met. There was something in Jackie's expression—an unmistakable blend of fear and anticipation—that only fed Catherine's growing hunger. She stopped just in front of Jackie, her presence towering over the smaller woman.
"You've been sitting there a long time," Catherine said, her voice low and commanding, deliberately keeping the conversation mundane as if daring Jackie to admit why she hadn't left like everyone else.
Jackie swallowed hard, her wide eyes flitting up and down between Catherine's face and the papers in her hand. "I... I wanted to talk to you about... your lecture," she said, but the slight quiver in her voice betrayed her.
Catherine tilted her head, amusement flickering in her gaze. "Is that so?" She let the silence stretch between them, letting Jackie squirm under her gaze for a few long moments before setting her notes aside on the desk behind her. "I don't believe you," she said flatly, stepping closer, her gaze sharp and unrelenting.
Jackie's breath hitched, and Catherine could practically feel the tension radiating off her. "I-I just thought... you spoke well about, um, control. Power dynamics," Jackie stammered, clearly grasping for something coherent to say. But Catherine knew better. She could see it in the way Jackie's pupils dilated, the way her lips parted as if she were struggling for air.
"Power dynamics." Catherine repeated the words, letting them linger in the air as she studied Jackie, her gaze traveling slowly down Jackie's slender frame, taking in the way her shirt clung to her curves, the slight tremor in her hands. "You do understand that power is not something given. It's something taken."
She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Jackie's arm, feeling the shiver that followed. Jackie's skin was warm under her touch, her body betraying her emotions even if she couldn't form the words to express them. "Is that what you want, Jackie? To understand power?" Catherine asked, her voice dipping into something darker, more dangerous.
Jackie blinked up at her, her lips parting but no sound came out. The confusion and desire in her expression were palpable, and Catherine could see her mind racing, trying to reconcile the casual question with the intensity of the moment.
Catherine didn't wait for an answer. She stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them until she was inches away, looming over Jackie, who remained seated and frozen in place. She could feel the tension coil in the air, thick and electric.
"You see, control," Catherine murmured, her voice smooth and deliberate, "isn't about who speaks the loudest or who makes the first move." She leaned down, her lips hovering near Jackie's ear, close enough that she could feel Jackie's breath hitch. "It's about who holds the strings."
Jackie shuddered, and Catherine could practically taste the apprehension mixed with the raw desire radiating off her. She wasn't going to wait any longer. Catherine placed a hand firmly under Jackie's chin, lifting her face to meet her gaze. Jackie's eyes were wide, and her lips parted as if she were about to say something, but no words came. Catherine's thumb brushed along the soft skin of her lower lip, feeling Jackie's breath hitch under her touch.
"You're trembling, Jackie," Catherine observed with a dark chuckle. "What's wrong? You came here looking for something, didn't you?" She tilted Jackie's chin higher, forcing their gazes to lock, her eyes boring into the young woman's soul. "So why are you acting like you don't know what you want?"
"I—" Jackie's voice was barely a whisper, but before she could finish her sentence, Catherine's lips brushed against hers. The kiss wasn't soft or hesitant; it was commanding, a statement of dominance. She felt Jackie melt under the force of it, her lips parting with a soft whimper, as if she was powerless to resist. Catherine deepened the kiss, her grip tightening just slightly under Jackie's chin, holding her exactly where she wanted her.
When Catherine finally pulled back, Jackie was breathless, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with a mixture of confusion and lust. "Still think you came here to talk about the lecture?" Catherine teased, running her thumb over Jackie's bottom lip, smudging the faint trace of lipstick left behind.
Jackie didn't answer, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared up at Catherine with wide eyes, her lips still slightly parted, as if she were waiting for permission to breathe.
Catherine chuckled darkly, trailing her hand down Jackie's throat, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse. "You're so easy to read," she murmured, her voice taking on a softer, more dangerous edge. "So soft. So obedient." She could see the way Jackie's body reacted to every word, every touch, the flush deepening on her skin, the way her thighs pressed together ever so subtly.
Leaning down again, Catherine's breath ghosted over Jackie's ear. "Is this what you wanted, Jackie?" she whispered, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "To be told what to do?"
Jackie's breath hitched again, and Catherine smiled against her skin, enjoying the power she held in that moment. Without giving her a chance to respond, Catherine's hand slid down, fingers brushing along the neckline of Jackie's shirt, her fingertips just grazing the edge of her collarbone.
Jackie's skin was warm, almost feverish, under her touch. Catherine felt the way Jackie's body instinctively leaned into her, seeking more, needing more. She took her time, letting her fingers trace delicate, teasing patterns along Jackie's throat, watching the way her breath quickened with each light touch.
"Answer me," Catherine commanded softly, her fingers halting just above Jackie's collarbone, poised as if waiting for permission to continue.
Jackie swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as though the act of admitting her desire was too much to bear.
Catherine's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Good girl."
Her fingers dipped lower, teasing the soft fabric of Jackie's blouse, grazing just enough to elicit a gasp from her. The sound was sweet, almost innocent, and it only spurred Catherine on. She pressed closer, feeling the heat radiating from Jackie's body, the way her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts.
The tension between them was palpable now, thick in the air, and Catherine reveled in it. Every flicker of hesitation, every soft gasp that escaped Jackie's lips—it all fed the deep well of control that Catherine thrived on.
"I could do anything I wanted to you right now," Catherine whispered, her voice taking on a predatory edge, her lips brushing lightly against Jackie's ear. "And you wouldn't stop me, would you?"
Jackie trembled under her touch, her body betraying her even if her mind couldn't form a coherent response. Catherine's fingers danced along the edge of Jackie's blouse, teasing, testing, as if daring her to resist. But Jackie didn't move, didn't even speak, her wide eyes locked onto Catherine's with a mix of fear and longing.
"Stand up," Catherine commanded softly, her voice low and dangerous.
Jackie hesitated for just a moment, her eyes darting to the door as though considering the possibility of escape. But Catherine knew better. She had her now, completely under her spell, and there was no going back.
"Now."
Jackie slowly rose from her seat, her movements stiff and unsure. She stood before Catherine, her eyes downcast, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. Catherine stepped closer, her presence almost suffocating as she loomed over the smaller woman, her fingers brushing...
...lightly along Jackie's wrist, guiding her hands away from the fabric. Jackie's breath caught in her throat, her body reacting instinctively to Catherine's touch, though her gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to meet Catherine's eyes.
Catherine smirked, pleased with the effect she had on her. "You're already trembling, Jackie. You're so eager to please, aren't you?" Her voice was a low purr, dripping with amusement.
Her fingers slid upwards, ghosting over Jackie's arm, her touch firm but teasing, until she reached the collar of Jackie's shirt. Catherine's thumb brushed along the delicate fabric, barely touching the skin underneath. She could feel Jackie's breath hitch in response, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as if every second stretched into an eternity.
Catherine leaned in, her lips hovering just above Jackie's ear. "Do you want me to take this off?" she asked, her voice soft but commanding, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. She waited, savoring the tension, knowing that every heartbeat was tightening the hold she had over the younger woman.
Jackie nodded, but it wasn't enough. Catherine's hand, still resting against the collar of her blouse, tightened ever so slightly. "Use your words," she whispered, her breath warm against Jackie's skin.
"Yes," Jackie breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "Please."
Catherine smiled, a dark, satisfied curve of her lips. "Good girl."
She didn't waste time with pleasantries. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned the top of Jackie's blouse, slow and methodical, each pop of the button echoing in the thick silence between them. Catherine's eyes never left Jackie's face, watching the way her lips parted, the subtle way her body leaned closer as if drawn by an invisible force.
When the last button came undone, Catherine slid the blouse from Jackie's shoulders, letting the fabric pool at her feet. Jackie's skin was flushed, her breathing shallow, and Catherine took a moment to admire her—vulnerable, exposed, and completely at her mercy.
Catherine's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down Jackie's chest, barely grazing her skin, but it was enough to make Jackie shudder. "You're so sensitive," Catherine murmured, her voice tinged with amusement. "I could spend hours teasing you, watching you beg."
Jackie whimpered softly, her body trembling under Catherine's touch, but she didn't say anything. Her hands hung limply at her sides, unsure of where to place them, unsure of what to do in the face of Catherine's overwhelming presence.
Catherine leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the side of Jackie's neck, her breath hot against her skin. "I want to hear you beg," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Tell me what you want."
Jackie's breath came in short, rapid bursts, her mind racing. She didn't know how to answer, her thoughts jumbled, overwhelmed by the heat of Catherine's body so close to hers. "I—I want…" she stammered, her voice shaky and uncertain.
Catherine's hand slipped lower, teasing the edge of Jackie's bra, her fingers lightly skimming the fabric. "You want what?" she prompted, her tone firm but patient, waiting for Jackie to admit what she was too afraid to say.
"I want… you," Jackie whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of the confession. "Please, Catherine…"
The sound of Jackie's voice, so soft and vulnerable, sent a thrill through Catherine. Her fingers slid beneath the fabric of Jackie's bra, the warmth of her skin electric under her touch. Jackie gasped, her body arching slightly into the contact, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered completely.
"That's what I wanted to hear," Catherine murmured, her lips grazing Jackie's ear before she pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just beneath it. Her fingers trailed lower, gliding over Jackie's stomach, teasing, but never quite giving her what she craved.
Catherine pulled back slightly, her gaze roaming over Jackie's flushed skin, taking in every shiver, every gasp that escaped her. "You'll get what you want," she said softly, her voice taking on a darker edge, "but only when I decide you've earned it."
Jackie's eyes opened, wide and pleading, but she didn't speak. She couldn't. All she could do was wait, her body aching for the touch she knew Catherine would withhold until she was satisfied.
Catherine smirked, her fingers resuming their slow, torturous exploration of Jackie's body. She moved with purpose, each touch calculated, deliberate, as if she were savoring every inch of skin she uncovered.
Jackie's breath grew ragged, her body betraying her as she pressed closer to Catherine, seeking more. But Catherine remained in control, keeping her movements slow, drawing out the anticipation until Jackie was trembling under her hands.
"You're so easy to control," Catherine murmured, her voice low and dangerous. "So willing to give up everything… just for this."
Jackie moaned softly, her hands reaching out to grasp at Catherine's waist, desperate for something to hold onto as her legs began to feel weak. Catherine allowed the touch, knowing full well that Jackie's desperation only made the power she held over her even sweeter.
With a quick, fluid motion, Catherine tugged Jackie's bra down, exposing her completely to the cool air of the room. Jackie gasped, her body instinctively arching into the sensation, and Catherine's eyes darkened as she took in the sight before her.
"So beautiful," Catherine whispered, her voice soft but laced with control. Her hands cupped Jackie's breasts, her thumbs brushing teasingly over the sensitive skin, drawing another soft whimper from Jackie's lips.
Catherine leaned in closer, her mouth inches from Jackie's, but she didn't kiss her. Instead, she hovered there, letting the tension build between them, watching as Jackie's breath quickened, her lips parting in silent need.
"You want more, don't you?" Catherine asked softly, her tone almost mocking as she watched Jackie's helpless expression.
Jackie nodded frantically, her voice barely a whisper. "Please… Catherine…"
Catherine's smirk widened, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around Jackie's breasts, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "You'll get more," she promised, her voice dark and full of intent. "But first…"
Her fingers trailed down Jackie's waist, stopping just at the waistband of her jeans. She paused there, waiting, letting the silence stretch between them until the tension was unbearable. Jackie's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for Catherine's next move, her mind spinning with anticipation.
But instead of giving her what she wanted, Catherine stepped back, her gaze still locked on Jackie's wide, pleading eyes.
"Take them off," Catherine ordered softly, her voice firm.
Jackie hesitated for just a moment, but the intensity in Catherine's gaze left no room for refusal. Slowly, Jackie's trembling hands moved to the button of her jeans, her fingers fumbling slightly as she struggled to comply.
Catherine watched her with predatory eyes, the power she held in that moment sending a thrill through her. Jackie was completely at her mercy, vulnerable and exposed, and Catherine reveled in it.
When Jackie finally managed to unbutton her jeans, she paused, her hands trembling as she looked up at Catherine for guidance.
"Don't stop," Catherine instructed, her voice low and commanding. Jackie nodded, her fingers slipping under the waistband of her jeans, the soft denim sliding down her hips inch by inch. She moved slowly, hesitantly, as if she was both nervous and eager to follow Catherine's orders. The fabric brushed over her thighs, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her underwear.
Catherine's gaze never left her, dark eyes taking in every detail, every tremor in Jackie's body as she stood there, vulnerable and exposed under the weight of her dominance. The silence between them was thick, punctuated only by the sound of Jackie's uneven breathing.
"Good," Catherine murmured, her voice like silk as she stepped forward once more, closing the distance between them. She reached out, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along the bare skin of Jackie's thigh, watching as Jackie's muscles tensed under her touch. "You look so obedient standing there, waiting for me to tell you what to do next."
Jackie's breath hitched, her body instinctively leaning into Catherine's touch. She bit her lip, her eyes wide and full of an almost desperate need. Catherine could see it—how much Jackie was aching for her, how badly she wanted to be told what to do, to give up every ounce of control to the woman standing in front of her.
Catherine's fingers moved higher, brushing against the edge of Jackie's underwear, teasing but never quite slipping beneath the fabric. She felt Jackie shiver under her touch, her body reacting to even the slightest graze of Catherine's fingers.
"Tell me what you want, Jackie," Catherine whispered, her voice soft but firm, each word laced with control. Her fingers hovered just at the edge of Jackie's underwear, waiting, teasing, drawing out the anticipation.
"I… I want…" Jackie stammered, her voice shaking with a mixture of nervousness and desire. She struggled to find the words, her mind clouded by the overwhelming presence of Catherine, by the way her body was betraying her every thought. "I want you…"
Catherine smiled, satisfied with the response. "Of course you do," she purred, her fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric, brushing against Jackie's heated skin. Jackie's breath caught in her throat, her body instinctively arching into the touch as a soft whimper escaped her lips.
"You're so easy to control," Catherine continued, her voice dripping with amusement as her fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing the edge of Jackie's desire. "So willing to give yourself over to me, just like that."
Jackie whimpered again, her hands instinctively reaching out to grasp at Catherine's hips, desperate for some form of grounding as her knees threatened to give way. Catherine allowed the touch, letting Jackie cling to her, knowing full well that it only deepened the power she held in that moment.
Catherine's fingers pressed more firmly now to her panty covered clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jackie as her body reacted instinctively to the contact. Jackie's breathing was shallow, her eyes squeezed shut as if she was trying to hold on, but Catherine wasn't about to let her.
"Open your eyes," Catherine commanded softly, her voice firm. "Look at me."
Jackie obeyed immediately, her eyes fluttering open to meet Catherine's gaze. There was something raw and vulnerable in her expression, a mixture of fear and desire that made Catherine's heart race with satisfaction. She had Jackie exactly where she wanted her.
"There's nothing you wouldn't do for me, is there?" Catherine asked, her voice low and dangerous as her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, each touch sending shivers through Jackie's trembling form.
Jackie shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "No… nothing…"
Catherine's smile deepened, her fingers increasing their pressure slightly, drawing another soft moan from Jackie's parted lips. "Good," she murmured. "Because I'm not finished with you yet."
Her free hand moved up to grasp Jackie's chin, tilting her head up so that their eyes were locked, the intensity between them palpable. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you," Catherine whispered, her voice dangerously soft. "And you're going to enjoy every second of it."
Jackie's response was a soft whimper, her body trembling under Catherine's touch as she surrendered completely to the power that was being exerted over her. She could feel the heat pooling deep within her, her mind fogged with a mixture of fear, excitement, and an overwhelming desire to please Catherine.
"Tell me you'll be good," Catherine demanded, her grip on Jackie's chin tightening just slightly, enough to remind her of the control Catherine held.
"I'll be good," Jackie whispered breathlessly, her voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you want…"
Catherine's fingers pressed firmly against the fabric of Jackie's panties, teasing the sensitive spot beneath, never quite giving enough to send her over the edge, but enough to drive her mad with need. Jackie's breath came in short, sharp bursts, her hands clenching into fists at her sides, desperate for something to hold onto.
"Look at you," Catherine murmured, her voice low and dangerous as her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over the fabric. "So eager, so responsive. Do you even know how badly you want this?"
Jackie whimpered softly, her body trembling as she tried to remain still, but every touch from Catherine sent another wave of heat coursing through her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking more friction, but Catherine's hand held her exactly where she wanted her, keeping the pace slow, excruciatingly slow.
"Please…" Jackie whispered, her voice barely audible, her body practically shaking with the effort of holding back.
Catherine's lips curled into a smirk. "Please, what?"
"I… I can't… I need…" Jackie's voice broke off, her words lost in a soft gasp as Catherine's fingers pressed just a little harder, applying the perfect amount of pressure through the thin fabric.
"You'll come when I allow it," Catherine said softly, her voice calm, in control. "And not a moment before."
Jackie's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching slightly into Catherine's touch despite herself. The fabric of her panties was damp now, sticking to her skin, the friction from Catherine's fingers sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her with every deliberate movement.
Catherine leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jackie's neck. "You're so close, aren't you?" she whispered, her fingers increasing their pressure just enough to make Jackie whimper again, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself together. "So close to giving in completely."
Jackie could only nod, her voice lost to the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. Her thighs were trembling, her breath ragged, and her entire body was on fire, every nerve alive with the anticipation of release.
Catherine's hand moved faster now, her fingers expertly finding the rhythm that would send Jackie over the edge. Jackie gasped, her hands flying to Catherine's shoulders, gripping her as if she might collapse if she didn't hold on. Her nails dug into Catherine's skin, desperate for something to anchor herself to as her body teetered on the brink of release.
"Come for me," Catherine whispered, her voice low and commanding, her breath hot against Jackie's ear. "Now."
The words were all Jackie needed. With a sharp cry, her body convulsed, pleasure crashing over her in waves as she came, her thighs trembling, her hands clutching at Catherine for support. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming her entirely as she fell into the release that Catherine had so expertly orchestrated.
Catherine held her firmly, her hand continuing to move over the damp fabric of Jackie's panties, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until Jackie was left trembling in her arms, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body spent.
For a few long moments, they stood there in silence, Jackie's body leaning heavily against Catherine's as she tried to catch her breath. Catherine's fingers finally stilled, resting lightly against Jackie's skin, her touch no longer teasing but comforting, grounding.
Jackie's head rested against Catherine's shoulder, her eyes closed as she tried to come back to herself. She felt utterly vulnerable, exposed, but there was a strange comfort in it—like she had given over something precious and Catherine had taken care of her in return.
Catherine's hand slid up to cup Jackie's face, tilting her head up gently so their eyes could meet. There was a tenderness in the way she looked at Jackie now, a quiet satisfaction that came not just from the control she had exerted but from the trust Jackie had given her.
"You did well," Catherine said softly, her voice no longer sharp with command but soft with approval. "You were perfect."
Jackie's cheeks flushed, her body still trembling slightly as she nodded, her lips parting to speak, but no words came. There was a lump in her throat, a mixture of emotions swirling in her chest that she couldn't quite articulate.
Catherine smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Jackie's ear. "Come back to mine," she whispered, her voice low and intimate, filled with promise. "We're not done yet."
Jackie's breath caught in her throat, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her release, but the desire that had momentarily been sated was already beginning to stir again at Catherine's words. She nodded, unable to trust her voice to form a coherent response, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come.
Catherine took a step back, giving Jackie a moment to steady herself before reaching out and taking her hand. "Let's go," she said, her tone soft but firm, leading Jackie toward the door without hesitation.
Jackie followed her without question, her body still buzzing with anticipation, her mind spinning with the knowledge that this was only the beginning.
