Page 43 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Pajamas? Sweatpants? A cozy t-shirt? That dress seems pretty soft, though. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. He turned back to the remote.

Alright, so it wasn’t about her gender fluidity. Was he just killing time now that they were supposed to spend the day together?

She headed to the bathroom, then decided that she might as well actually use it while she was in there. Then she dragged out a washcloth to wipe away any sweat and freshen up. She checked her makeup, which didn’t really need the touch-up that she gave it.

She went to her room. What did “something comfortable” mean? She certainly wasn’t going to wear sweatpants. And she was still very much in Lena mode. She wanted Dustin to think she was pretty.

She stripped off her dress, padded bra, and undies, then drew a sheer babydoll camisole from her wardrobe. The white material was almost translucent in the bright light streaming through the windows. The straps were a stretchy lace, and it fit tightly over her chest and then flared out over her middle. She loved how it looked on her, and even more how it felt as it gently swished around her waist.

She usually liked wearing a bit of padding over her chest, but she liked even more the idea of teasing Dustin with a glimpse of skin. Her nipples stood out proudly under the fabric. Then she slipped on a pair of white, satiny panties, made for her anatomy. The camisole hung down to mostly cover them, but the diaphanous fabric left little to the imagination.

She imagined him tracing over it with his hands, kissing her through the fabric. Maybe pulling down the panties and spanking her bare ass, since she still had a punishment coming. Even if she had to stand in the corner or kneel for a long time, which she’d never actually done before but kind of wondered about, Dustin would have something pretty to look at. It was a good outfit for a punishment, and hopefully a reward later.

She strutted out to the living room, feeling sexy and back in control again.

Dustin immediately looked up and she remembered that he could hear her footsteps even though speech was difficult for him to interpret.

She strutted toward him, putting a seductive sway into her hips and ending with a practiced spin.

Dustin looked her over, then shook his head with an amused smile. You’re beautiful. And believe me, I want to rip those right off of you. But they’re definitely not your comfortable clothes.

She found her arms rising over her chest, covering herself up. His words and eyes both said that he found her outfit arousing, but had she disappointed him somehow? Was he laughing at her?

Come here, he motioned gently. She tried to swivel her hips as she moved toward him, but her balance felt off.

He pulled her into his lap anyway. You’re fine. Come watch the movie.

His chest was warm against her back, and she liked the feeling of his strong arms around her. Everywhere he touched seemed to burn through her, the thin fabric of her lingerie and her bare legs making it all the more alluring. He nuzzled against her cheek for a moment and then rested his head against hers.

He’d started some action movie just past the credits, so she wasn’t sure what they were watching, and she was honestly too distracted and turned on to care. There were federal agents and apparently someone had stolen something. She wasn’t reading the subtitles, so it became a stream of people standing around talking frantically at each other, interspersed with some high-tech maps projected into the air.

Dustin felt so delicious and sexy behind her, but when was he going to get started? Was waiting part of the game? He had pulled her onto his lap, but he wasn’t doing anything. He was just sitting there, with one arm wrapped casually around her middle and his other hand resting on the edge of her thigh. She didn’t even think he was hard.

She shifted experimentally, rubbing against his bulge, but his arms just tightened around her, keeping her in place. He was hard.

God, she could just imagine all of the things he could do to her on this couch, bending her over his lap to spank or grinding against her while she moaned helplessly into the cushions.

He didn’t do any of it though.

Two of the agents ran after someone and then piled into a car to drive recklessly after him.

Finally, Lena couldn’t take it anymore. What are we doing?

Dustin seemed amused again. We’re watching a movie and snuggling.

Why? Don’t you want to do anything? And I thought you were going to punish me. She wanted it. She’d even been looking forward to it.

I never said I was going to punish you. I said I was going to give you a lesson. This is your lesson.

I don’t understand. This is why she stuck to one-night stands. What the hell even was this?

The lesson is cuddling and relaxing. You said it was a soft limit, and right now we’re pushing it. You can safeword if you need to.

It sounds stupid when you say it like that.

He shrugged. It’s your limit. You have to let me know if it’s too much.

It’s not too much. But it felt like maybe it was. There was something rebellious growing inside her. Something that wanted to snap to see what he would do and get the punishment that she was promised. On the other hand, she was almost certain that this wasn’t the set up for some other scene. She was pretty sure this already was the scene.