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5. ASHER
The way his fingers massaged into the back of my head softly, and the way his heavy breathing traveled so loudly across the room. I let out a gentle purr from the back of my throat, it was a sweet purr, a gesture I wanted him to continue. For a moment, I almost thought this was part of a dream I was having. I’d been so horned up last night, thinking of all the things I wanted him to do to me, I hadn’t even stopped to realize this was real.
“What do kittens like?” he asked, tipping a finger below my chin so I would look up at him. “Because I’ve never done this, and I want to make sure I’m doing it right.”
To me it might have differed from what other people wanted, or they enjoyed doing. I liked to feel the soft connection of a dominant hand or force against my skin. The way some men squeezed, and others pretended to bite, that was my type of play. I enjoyed feeling the way they made me hard and coiling into myself to become a softer version of myself.
“I like a lot of things, tell me what you like, and I’ll tell you if it’s something we might like doing together,” I told him. “There’s no wrong answer.” I stuck my tongue out and licked at the back of his hand close to my face.
He seemed hesitant to answer. He was my teacher after all, and I was usually the one being an absolutely nuisance in his classroom. I didn’t blame him for the way he didn’t want to be open in front of me right now. I hadn’t done much to earn his trust after semesters of doing nothing but break his confidence in me.
“What do bad kittens get?” he asked, backing up and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Because I don’t think you’ve been good for me yet. In fact, my little kitten, I’m not sure if you’ve ever been good at all.” He rubbed the palms of his hands on his knees.
I crawled across the floor to him, pouting out my bottom lip. “You can spank me,” I said. “But you have to say why I’m a bad little kitten.” I sat with my legs spread, almost in a split. I stroked my hands down each of my legs as I stretched forward. “And—just so you, anything that happens here, it stays here.” That was a pretty hard and fast rule of the Manor. Everything stayed in the Manor.
He made prolonged eye contact with me. “You’ll address me as Master,” he said. “And you’ll do everything I say.”
I nodded, pouting my bottom lip more. “Ok, Master. And our safe word?”
“Cucumber,” he said, almost prepared off the tongue.
“What if I’m hungry?” I asked, tilting my head at him. “I might ask for some cucumber.”
“True, plus, cucumbers are long and tough, they’re great for—”
I paused, nearly pulled from the play of it. “I’ve never—I’ve never inserted anything in myself,” I told him in a breathless pant of anxiety. “So, I—”
He patted his knee again. I crawled across, laying my head against his knee. He stroked a hand at my head. “I’m a top, so if you think you’ll be doing anything in me, that would make you a bad kitten,” he whispered.
I hadn’t thought about fucking him. Like this, as my kitten self, fucking wasn’t something to do. I wanted to get fucked like this. I wanted my hole to spread by a tongue and a couple fingers. “I’m a good kitten,” I replied. “And I don’t give away my hole for anyone. Even someone who wants to be my Master.”
That was much true. I wasn’t going to give up my hole so easily. I hadn’t had anything inside it before, the last thing I would ever want was for him to take that virgin area of me just because he showed a little interest. If that was the case, then I’d have let several men in this place take it.
“Good,” he said. “The last thing I thought is that you’d be easier. How long have you been doing this?”
“A few months,” I told him, staring up at him as I pinched my eyebrow together. “Do you like it?”
“So,” he began in a softer voice. “Is this what you’ve been focused on when you should’ve been focusing in class?”
That was possible. This change had been incredible, and freeing. For the last couple of months, I’d been filling a fantastical need in my life that left me feeling so completely fulfilled. “Would you give me an A if I told you it was?”
He smiled down at me, stroking the underside of my chin and the side of my face. “Looking at you like this; I’d say anything was possible.”
“Well, you teach about human behavior,” I said. “So, I’d say that if I use what I’ve got to get what I want, isn’t that taking advantage of human behavior?”
Chewing on his lips, trying to hide a smile that he was impressed by what I’d recalled from his lessons. They were fundamental things, so it wasn’t completely beyond expectation that I knew these things. “I think what’s more interesting is that you know a little, so what’s stopping you from knowing more than that?”
“I wish your classes were more interesting,” I told him. It was honest and truthful.
Nodding, he continued to smile and stare into my eyes. “Information is important,” he said. “Sometimes there isn’t an interesting way to give you that information.” He gripped my chin, moving my face from side to side. “I wish you were more like this in class. A little subdued and paying more attention.”
“But I—I’m not like this outside of here,” I told him.
“I know you’re not, but why not?”
Snickering, I couldn’t keep a straight face. “You’d really want me to turn up to class with my face all painted and dressed in a little dress?” I asked. “People would laugh, they’d think it was a joke, and—and to me, this isn’t a joke. This is a feeling that makes my insides tingle, and it’s important to keep those tingling feeling safe.”
“I’d agree, what I think is nice about this, is that you’re usually so defiant in class,” he began, “but here, you want someone to take control of you, don’t you?”
My heart throbbed in my ears, pumping a deep echo sound. “I—I—I like for someone else to take control,” I told him. “Master. You can take control of me here. But when we leave. It never happened. So, you must decide if I’ve been a good kitten or a bad kitten.”
“Here?” he asked. “Because if we’re counting outside, then—”
“Here.”
He smiled. “Then you’re a good kitten.”
