From the early hours of the morning, his eyes had been on a relentless quest for Leena, driven by the urgency to accept her offer and not let this crucial opportunity slip through his fingers.
Leena wasn't the type to backtrack on her words, and the thought of her swiftly ending the relationship if he didn't give the green light fueled his determination to find her.
Two periods had elapsed, marked by his anxious search for her, and yet, she remained elusive until she suddenly materialized in the hallway after class, engrossed in conversation with Vritti.
Spotting her weaving through the crowd towards him, oblivious to his presence, sent a jolt through his entire being. Without a word to the bewildered Ridhan and Saanvi, he hastened towards her.
"I've made up my mind," he blurted out, his words rushing out as if in a race, his face flushed, and his body panting. He intercepted her in the middle of the corridor, catching both her and Vritti off guard.
"What?" Leena asked, trying to make sense of his sudden declaration and actions, mindful of the onlookers in the bustling hallway. "You told me to figure out what I like or not. I've figured it out," he declared, his loud tone and impassioned explanation, prompting her to recognize the curtained meaning of his words.
"I'll catch up with you in class," she said to Vritti, who smirked with a hint of understanding. "I know what I want," he proclaimed, expecting her to listen but she softly grasped his wrist and steered him in the opposite direction.
"Where are you taking me? Listen to me!" he protested, eager to convey his thoughts before more time slipped away.
"Shut up," she commanded, turning around and pausing before a classroom. She scanned the surroundings, ensuring no one was nearby, and ushered him inside.
The room was shrouded in darkness, cluttered with broken chairs, tables, blackboards, and miscellaneous discarded items—an abandoned space reserved for discarding more broken things.
"What were you talking about?" In the quietness of the room, she inquired, calmly locking the door behind her, while he remained stunned by the eerie atmosphere of the room.
"Umm," he stammered, shaking off the ghostly ambiance of the room. "About yesterday. You told me to figure out what I like." His gaze fixed on her steady eyes.
"And?" she prompted, watching him tightly clutch the straps of his bag against his chest and gulp down. "I've figured out a few things I like," he confessed, the words tumbling out as her steps drew nearer.
"Have you really figured it out, or do you just think you have?" she slyly questioned, closing the distance and standing directly before his bashful eyes. "I have. I know what I like," he insisted, determined not to be swayed by her probing words.
"Alright, then tell me what you like." She inclined and placed her bag on the table behind him, giving him eyes of full attention. "I—I like being called a good boy," he admitted, unable to meet her intense gaze, too embarrassed by his own words.
"And?" she coaxed, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, her own body warming up. "I think I'd like to be tied," he stuttered, his breaths quickening.
"So, you're not sure?" She leaned in, whispering into his ear, creating goosebumps on his skin with the warmth of her breath.
"No," he repeated, only to see her stand back, her expression now one of contemplation. "Let's make it easy for you. Shall we?" A warm yet enigmatic smile played on her lips, leaving him intrigued about what she had in mind while she relished the alluring scene before her eyes.
Her hands moved to his pants, after getting rid of his bag-pack, her gaze never leaving his face as she observed the subtle shifts in his expression.
With a swift, practiced motion, she hiked up his pants, her action sending a jolt through his body.
Deliberately slow and gentle, she then undid his belt, his eyes following the movement of her hands. "Raise your hands," she commanded, pulling the belt free with a decisive yank.
He complied swiftly, his eyes fixated on her as she skillfully secured his hands with the belt. The room seemed to crackle with anticipation as he watched his hands tied.
Leaning in, just inches from his lips, she whispered, "What else do you like?" Her words hung in the charged air, and his face reddened as his eyes fluttered shut. "I think being spanked and collared," he confessed in a hushed tone. A subtle smirk played on her lips, and without hesitation, she turned him around.
Resting her chin on his shoulder, she began to caress his hips through his black pants, her soft palms leaving a trail of gentle tingles on his skin. "Before I spank you, have you learned about the safe word?" She kissed his neck, squeezing his soft ass, relishing the way he responded to her touch.
"Ye-yes," he stammered, catching a glimpse of himself in the half-open window where a sliver of sunlight bathed him. He looked immensely shy and submissive.
"What is your safe word, then?" she asked, playfully biting his neck, succumbing to the allure of his scent. "Lilies," he whispered, and a sweet sense of astonishment painted a joyful smile across her face once again.
"That's a beautiful, safe word." She whispered and in the least expected moment planted the first smack over his ass, leading him to fall over the table.
"Is it okay?" She asked, getting high on the view of his back quivering on the table, his hands handling his weight. "Yes." He simply answered, his face sunk in between her arms, biting his lips.
"But what about your class?" He stuttered, prompting laughter from her at his situation and his thoughts in his situation. He was in not a condition where he should be thinking about classes, but he was.
"Are you really worried about that right now?" She spanked him for the second time, leaning towards his ears, her body pressed against his back. "You should put your whole focus on me." She added, her free hand sliding towards his crotch.
"Say sorry." She ordered, spanking him strongly to crack a moan. "I'm sorry." He apologized, stimulating a pulse of pleasure into her veins while he felt stingy feelings in his.
"Well, we have figured out a few things you think you like. How about I introduce a few more things?" She questioned, bruising his ass with hidden redness through her hands, again and again, making him whine because of the pain.
"Say yes please." Adding, she yanked him up and started unbuttoning the buttons of his blue shirt. "Good boy." She whispered as he obeyed her once again.
"Look at that." Her eyes noticed his perked-up nipples from his shoulders, red and pulpy, awaiting her touch. "You really do like it. I thought you were not going to." Including, she abruptly pinched his nipples, triggering him to flinch and moan louder.
It was all so much for him. He had never felt pain and pleasure altogether, washing all of his senses like the sea waves washing the seashore.
"Be quiet, will you? We don't want to get caught, or does that also excite you?" Resting his head on her shoulder, his length grew sturdier at her words, not anticipating her hands to suddenly yank his pants down to his knees, revealing his quivering cock.
"I think you do like it. Does the thought of getting caught by people excite you this much?" She questioned, biting his neck as she grasped his cock and rubbed her index finger against the tip of his cock.
"I can't believe you're leaking just from that." She mocked his moans, twisting his face to see the look of pure arousal.
She was taken aback by his red cheeks, teary eyes, and biting lips, his heavy breaths just intensifying the rising feeling in her chest. "What the heck are you?" She gritted her teeth and spanked his ass once again, seeing him shut his eyes and whine from the pain.
She adorned every expression and every sound he made, every reaction turning her even more.
She inserted her fingers in his mouth, willing to shut him up, and spat on her free hand, rubbing it around his length. "Do you like everything I do to you?" She questioned, feeling wetness in between her legs grow.
He nodded, muffling her fingers, not aware of what to do. "Suck them." She ordered as she realized he didn't know what to do with her fingers and he quickly started sucking them like his life depended on it.
"Now that you like the basics. You need to learn your first lesson." She exclaimed, softly jerking his length. "You can't cum until I tell you. You'll have to hold every drop in this slutty piece of meat of yours. Not even when you're alone until I allow your juices to ooze out."
Her hands squeezed his balls, playing with them, teasing his length and the tip of his cock. "I see you're sensitive. I haven't even started and you're already about to cum. This won't do."
Pushing her fingers deeper into his mouth to gag on them, she continued, "I'll edge you again and again for as long as I want, and you can't cum. And if I realize you've touched yourself, you will receive a punishment."
His head had gone blank from pleasure, yet he was trying to understand every word she was saying, getting astonished when she talked about punishment.
"Punishments could be anything. I would spank you until your cheeky ass is red and you can't sit properly for days. Or tie you to the bed, vibrator attached to your cock, making you cum again and again until you don't have a drop left in your balls. But I will still continue."
"That's what a punishment is. Are you really willing to do all of that with me?" She questioned, feeling his back arch and his muffles grow as he said. "Yes, I'm willing to do everything for you."
"I see you're about to cum." She addressed, noticing his length twitching in her hand. He nodded, about to burst any second, but she pulled her hand away from his cock, and pulled her fingers out of his mouth, leaving him huffing and puffing on the table.
"This is what it will be. I hope you don't go back on your words, or you can. It's your choice." She added, watching prints of her hands on his ass, his body carelessly slithering on the table while he huffed with sexual frustration.
"Now get up and go to your class." She spanked his bare ass, prompting yet another strong jolt into his body, and helped him stand up. Further, she removed the belt from his wrist, noticing his dick still rock hard and his expression flowing like the water from the filled cup.
"You were a good boy." Kissing his cheek as he watched her button his shirt, she added, "Now tell your dick to stop crying and suck it up like a man."
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