"Cayla," I said to gain her focus. "I want to be clear on this. If I'm your.. dom, than no one can tell you what to do anymore. You'll only listen to me, okay?" Her eyes seemed to brighten then. I got the sense that she had been waiting to hear those words for some time, though I couldn't say why. I didn't care. I wanted her all to myself. I wanted to be a dom.
"I-" she hesitated. "I have a question."
"Yes?"
"What can I call you?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Well, I can keep calling you ma'am or Ms. Vega. Some subs call their dom Mistress. I don't want to disrespect you," she said. How cute was that? I wanted to kiss her again for being so adorable but the more I thought about it the more I realized her submission was everything I ever wanted. I looked forward to more curious questions from her, allowing me to make the decisions she couldn't.
"You can call me Miss or Miss Vega," I decided. I felt very dirty then as I leaned in so my lips were once more close to her ear. "And when you're about to cum you can call me Eden." Was that the way a dom was supposed to act with their sub? I felt assured when Cay quivered.
"Come on," I told her as I stood to my feet, holding one hand out for her to take. She grasped my hand and followed behind as I guided her to my bedroom. Turning on a dim lamp I moved her to sit at the side of my bed while I stood before her. I grabbed my shirt by it's ends and pulled it up over my head and tossed it to the floor. Then I slipped out of my black dress pants and kicked them aside as well. I slipped out of my flats until I was standing in my underwear watching the girl who watched me. She eyed my flesh toned bra and white panties. Her eyes lingered over my breasts before she continuously gazed at me up and down. I couldn't remember the last time I had undressed like this for anyone. Possibly with my ex-fiance during our first month together. Never after. I felt empowered by this girl; a student who could hardly make eye contact with me. Cay didn't say anything as I expected. I moved closer to her and drew my knee up high between her legs. She gasped as I pressed into her groin with my knee and moved her back onto the bed until she was laying in the middle. Then I crawled over her and began to kiss her once more. Her hands carefully dipped into my auburn hair, her needs finally taking over and forcing her into action. My own hands plied at the buttons on her shirt one at a time. When they were all undone I spread the shirt open and ran my hands over her body. My fingers massaged the fabric of her bra and her breasts beneath. She was almost the same size as me, a 32C. I molded her soft flesh between my fingers causing Cay to moan. It was first time I heard her release the sound of her ecstasy, and it drove me wild. I reached for her wrists and moved them above her head.
"Keep them there," I told her.
"Yes Miss Vega," she huffed between heated breaths. Carefully I unclasped the hook of her bra at the center of her chest then unstrapped each band on either side of her shoulders. I peeled up the article of clothing and tossed it to the floor, certain that she wouldn't be needing it for the rest of the night. I gazed in awe at her perky breasts and small pink nipples. They had hardened with her excitement, enticing me further. I planted my lips onto her left bulb and sucked delicately on her erect nipple. Cay arched her back and elicited another moan as I sucked harder. Very carefully I nipped her with my teeth to which she jumped and nearly squealed out in surprise.
"Ahh Miss Vega. My breasts are so sensitive. Please," she panted. I hadn't expected her to speak to me during such an intimate moment but because she had, I decided to make her continue.
"Please what?" I said as I switched to her other breast and began to suck on her tip.
"Ahhhh." She moaned again, lacing her own hands together in order to squeeze something tightly. Despite all her squirming she remained with her hands above her head. "No one's ever touched me like this," she whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. I pulled away then, realizing she had dodged me again.
"Please what? Finish what you were going to say." She slowly stopped moving and tried to catch her breath.
"Please Miss Vega don't stop," she confessed. I smiled to myself and pinched her other nipple with my teeth once again. Just the same as before Cay flinched and released a quick gasp. She was very sensitive, never having been played with in the way I played with her. I kept that in mind for the next time I wanted to touch her. I began a trail of kisses down the center of Cayla's belly until I reached the hem of her skirt. With my fingers I dipped below her waist band and began to peel the skirt down. Cay helped by lifting her hips up, revealing to me she wanted to give me access without me having to ask.
"Good girl," I said softly. Cay's eyes rolled to the back of her head while she bit down on her plump lips. Something about those two words strung together did something to her. I liked seeing it and knowing I was the source. With her skirt off I could see the panties she wore this time were pink. Between her legs the fabric was soaked, her arousal visible to me now. I carefully spread her apart with one hand on each of her thighs. Cay was still biting her lip, peering up at the ceiling unsure of what I would do to her next.
"Do you masturbate?" I asked her then. From here I could smell the scent of her arousal. It reminded me of tea leaves and honeydew.
"Yes," Cay confessed in a near whisper.
"I want you to tell me what you fantasize about when you masturbate." With that I pressed my lips onto her panties, directly over her wet spot and sucked. Cay bucked her hips off the bed in surprise, moaning loudly for me to enjoy. "Go on," I urged her, realizing the sound of Cay's voice was a major turn on for me.
"Y-You of course, Miss Vega," She trembled.
"What about me? Tell me or I'll stop." I started to drag my tongue over her underwear tauntingly. Just below I could feel the curves of her swollen lips begging for direct contact. The closer I got to her sex the more daring I became. I wanted to learn what "submissive" truly meant.
"I used to imagine myself naked under your desk during class where no one could see. Sometimes I'm handcuffed." I peeled her underwear away and kissed her clit. She tasted divine. "Ahhh." Again Cay began to buck her hips up to try and get herself closer to my lips. She was shaved completely, and I salivated a little at the sight.
"Yes?" I said, imploring her to continue.
"After your lecture y-you'd tell me I have until the bell rings to make you cum." I swirled my tongue over her clitoris as I thought about her response. She was creative, to say the least. Somehow her fantasies aligned with my own; I felt the dampness in my underwear grow as I imagined her dark desires with her.
"That can be arranged," I answered as I grabbed her underwear by the waistband and pulled them down her legs. I heard Cay shudder while her body began to tremble again. My words alone were pushing her to the edge. "But first you'd need to know what you're doing. My lectures usually run an hour long, which doesn't leave you with much time." As I spread her legs apart once more I ran a slow finger up Cay's center until my fingertip was pressed against her clitoris. Carefully I began to rub her small bead at a slow pace, adding a second finger. Cay was now squeezing the sheets of my bed with both hands, biting into her own arm to release the tension that was building inside her. I dipped my face between her legs then pressed my tongue into her entrance. Cay released a long moan, spreading her legs apart even further for me. Within her walls her muscles clamped tightly around my tongue. I could taste the sweet liquid of her arousal and began to lap it into my mouth, nursing her pussy like a dog.
"Ahhhhh," Cay cried. "Eden, ohh god. I-I'm so close." Hearing her say my name made me want to penetrate her right then and there, but I respected her virginity too much to steal it on our first night. If she really was mine, then I would have more opportunities to decide when to deflower my student. I rubbed her clitoris at a quicker speed and began to suck on her sweet entrance while running my tongue in and out of her. Cay began to buck her hips again as her muscles grew rigid and tense in preparation for her release.
"Cum, Cayla." I told her. "Be a good girl and cum for me, baby."
"Eden!" My beautiful sub moaned. Her inner walls tightened around my tongue as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Cay climaxed right into my mouth while her hips gyrated against me. To my surprise I felt her hands clamp down into my hair and pull me tightly into her wet center. Her orgasm lasted all but ten seconds while I continued to suck on her vagina and coax out all of her cream with my tongue. Licking her was a treat; I didn't want to leave this paradise between her legs.
