Page 10 of Sating the Satyr

Burgess sits next to me, the couch dipping and creaking with his size, his massive hand on my shoulder.

“Were you trying to practice edging?” He chuckles knowingly. “You’re a little green to be practicing with someone else. Work on it solo for now, friend. And maybe not with your students when you are ready to add a person in the mix.”

Bastard. He’s right, though.

Chapter 11

Fylis

I called off class the next day. Too mortified to face Ada and my other students. Not that they know. But the following day, I’m back and awkwardly avoiding poor Ada. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to notice too much as a fellow student has caught her attention now. Good for her.

The rest of the week passes in a dull blur. My thoughts flooded with Mistress Jade and the club. My body itches in anticipation; Saturday can’t come soon enough. In the meantime, I practiced edging like a good little sub would. Even warming up to the term. Jade has a hold on me, in more ways than I care to admit.

Burying those thoughts deep down, I focus on the task at hand. With one hand around my cock and the other on the wall, I stare at myself in the mirror while I fuck my fist. My mind places Jade behind me, watching eagerly. Wet, sloppy sounds keep me grounded as I chase my release, stopping just short of it. I breathe deeply, letting my body crash disappointedly back to earth, then begin again. Repeating the process seven more times before that siren voice calls me her good boy.

I grab a rag to clean the mess on my mirror, but decide to snap a picture first. I don’t know what emboldened me to press send, but I do. As I finish my cleaning and toss the rag into a nearby hamper, my phone rings. Freezing, my heart thumps wildly in my chest. Please be Jade. When I look down at my phone, her name stares back at me. I hesitate to let it ring almost to voicemail before finally answering.

“H-Hello?” My voice nearly squeaks between my choppy breaths. She tsks in disappointment, and I instantly know my mistake.

“Hello, Mistress.” Atta boy.

“Such a good boy.” I stifle a whimper at her silky voice. I’m already hard again. “Are you ready for our next session?”

My mind replays our previous sessions, and I’ll be the first to admit I’m still nervous about exploring more, even if my body burns for new things. Shaking off the anxiousness, I straighten my body and confidently reply.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you Saturday. Eight pm sharp. Bring an overnight bag.”

Jade’s voice is firm as usual, but I can sense a smile behind the words. And just like that, my confidence shakes. An overnight bag? Are we having a sleepover at the club? My cock is giddy at the thought, but my brain races, searching for answers.

“Fylis?” Her voice cuts my errant thoughts. She must have known my brain was running wild again. “Come back to me, handsome.” I take a few deep breaths to calm myself as she whispers praise over the phone. Gods, she’s good at this. “I want you to bring a bag because I would like to move on to a new interest on your list, and it requires more time and aftercare. Does that sound alright with you?”

“Yes.” I practically shout. More time with Jade, aftercare, and new interests… Finally, my brain swirls with the latest details, and excitement courses through my body. I swear I can hear Jade giggling in the background.

“Excellent. See you then, Fylis.”

Gods, my name on her lips. My cock twitches in agreement as the line goes dead. Dropping my phone in haste, I walk to the closet for a clean rag, with no intention of edging.

***

A knock at my door rouses me from sleep. I guess I came so hard I passed out. I quickly toss the rag in the hamper before opening the door. Burgess chuckles, taking me in.

“You look busy. Is this a good time?” His eyes scan me again, and I follow them down to a patch of sticky fur. Fuck.

“No, it’s a good time…wait, what time is it?” I squint outside, noticing the sun making its descent.

“Five pm. I figured you should get a good dinner in before heading to the club. Join me?”

I glance at the clock, checking the time.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have you at the club in time for your session.” Burgess chimes in.

“Let me just hop in the shower and take care of this,” I say, looking down at my messy fur. “Then we can go.” I don’t wait for an answer before I dash to my bathroom to clean up.

“Don’t rush on my behalf.” Burgess playfully shouts.

Once I’ve cleaned up and dressed, we head out the door, allowing Burgess to be chauffeur for the night since he will also be going to the club.