Unusual Beginnings (demy x Staine)

[demy]

The black satin was snug around her eyes. She could hear murmurs, the more illicit sounds unobtrusive in nature. Kara had been expecting something different. The crowd was engaging in simple conversation as much as other things. Everyone gathered in varying states of dress, preforming or watching but it held a air of strange maturity. It reminded the college girl of when students and teachers gathered for meaningful discussion, one just had to replace the concept of discussion with sex.

It was polite, relaxed and weird.

Nothing like the Porno Kara had been imaging and dreading. Her friend had pulled her along the whole night, more interested in her friends participation than anything else.

"I thought had wanted to do this? You know loosen up?" Bunny had finally huffed looking annoyed by her friend. Kara had wrinkled her nose at everything. The girl had been a little curious, a faint temptation steaming from her rather repressive family and upbringing. Her shrug had lead to the two girls bickering-

"Doing alright?" A voice asked her gently.

Kara flushed a brilliant red at the simple question. She had somehow ended up participating despite her reservations. A ribbon securing her hands overhead as the young lady was plopped on what amounted to be a fainting couch.

The voice belonged to a guy Bunny knew, someone brought around after Kara had been blindfolded.

"Well?" This stranger, Mike, prompted pausing the hand that had been tangling itself deeper into her now loose strawberry blonde waves. Kara nodded, breathing a little flustered. Mike chuckled and than proceeded to run, grope and fondle her nimble form like he had been doing for awhile now.

His hands never strayed under her clothes, as promised though sometimes his warm palms would slither up her bare legs, tickling just under the hem.

"My turn?" A different man chimed in, another friend introduced after the fact. Kara could hear him and Bunny talking faintly though much of her attention was caught up in her own predicament.

Where people watching?

The poor girl turned a deeper scarlet when a mouth pressed a savoring kiss along the back of her neck. The sensation was tickling. Kara was starting to squirm restlessly under the attention. Her skin feverish.

 

[Staine]

While this wasn't Julian's first rodeo, it was definitely turning out to be interesting. He came to these gatherings once every couple of months, not looking for anything in particular while also looking for that feeling, the excitement he had felt in his youth. 35 years old now, an English Professor at the local college he didn't have the same kind of life that he used to have, and when he did come to these he more often than not left alone and yet he still tried. He couldn't help it: Bdsm had been something that had drawn him in in his young twenties and his experiences in the lifestyle had been mostly casual, relationships that lasted a few days of scintillating play, of cuffs and toys and the sweetest of submissive girls, often eager to experience the lifestyle as much as they could. None of them had been one he'd wanted to actually collar and take as his own, and now he rarely even took any home. He came, he participated, confidently teased a few young women and then left.

But now he saw a familiar face. He'd grabbed one of the silly anonymity masks the hosts had provided once he'd recognised her, not wanting one of his students to see him and he'd kept his eyes on her as her friend had led her around the room and now she was trussed up, he could see men coming over, groping her as respectfully as they could, hands over the clothes, an introduction. As it should be, the hosts didn't tolerate those who would push people past their comfort zones. Waiting until the last man had moved on, he decided to step up with a wry smile on his lips, looking towards her friend first. "Do you mind giving us some privacy? You can watch, I'll be gentle." His voice was deep and even though he spoke softly it carried well, practice speaking at the head of a classroom had made that a necessity. Turning his attention to Kara, he ran his fingers through her strawberry blonde hair. "Comfortable?"

He was making no effort to hide his voice, he'd be surprised if she would recognise it anyway. From her hair his fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head upwards towards him. "You're beautiful, you look good in roped, helpless like this, but you seem nervous. First time?" His other hand started near her left breast, thumb grazing over where her nipple would be on it's way lower, groping her but only barely while he watched her reaction, keeping her face turned up towards his own, chuckling, safe in the knowledge she couldn't even see him and if she could, the mask would help. "I want to kiss you, but you're obviously new here, so I'm going to ask rather than take. May I?" As he said it his hand was sliding lower, to the waistband of her jean-shorts. Fingertips threatened to slide beneath, they did so just a little before withdrawing, gliding over her tummy instead.

 

[demy]

Bunny had promised to vet those touching her to some extent, she played around at this gatherings and knew the hosts kept strict rules. Everyone gathered had been invited, a plus one or a regular. It was a safe place. The blonde was still chattering away when someone new approached. She looked over, blinking at the masked man. Older. Well-spoken.

His request was given some consideration.

"Hmmm." She hummed poking closer to Kara and whispering. "Is that alright with you?" The trussed up girl flushed brightly, only hearing the newcomer. He had a deep voice.

Smooth.

Kara swallowed dryly. It was a little weird having Bunny so close while men were well- She was also curious. Restless. She nodded timidly. Bunny smirked before bouncing up and giving the two a more space to play.

A hand tangled up in her hair.

A popular choice.

She found herself tilted, directed.

"I don't know." Kara answered honestly, flustering at his compliment. It was equal parts strange and flattering. "Y-yeah, its my first." She affirmed with a slight squeak as stroke played along her concealed breast.

The young woman was petite and as such did not burden herself with bras. Something that might have offered a extra layer of protection.

He was teasing her.

Touch more delicate.

Testing.

Kara fidgeted, responsive, perking at his request. A kiss. Did he mean a proper one instead of the one she had received on her neck- His hand was daring. Testing her as it dipped at little and retreated. The girls breathe had hiccupped, her form tensing.

What did she want?"

"A little one." She finally offered, childishly indignant.

 

[Staine]

A soft chuckle at how flustered the girl seemed to be while he wracked his brain to try and remember her name. Julian had dozens, maybe hundreds of students so it should have been harder but it came to him pretty quickly. Kara. Kara...Browning? He wasn't entirely sure, but he could test it soon enough, judging by how she seemed to wear her feelings on her face, the blush ever-present, he doubted she would be able to hide if he said her name. Those reactions of hers were superb, the way she made the soft noise as his thumb ran over her nipple. "No bra, naughty, but I like it." He smiled as he spoke: It wasn't for her benefit, she couldn't even see it, it was because he was finally enjoying himself at one of these gatherings after so long.

"Shh, you're doing well for your first time, you're braver than you first seem. Not every BDSM virgin allows herself to be trussed up and molested by complete strangers." His hand had slid to her rear, grazing over her ass then squeezing firmly, just once, then it was gliding back up again, stopping at her waist. "A little one?" His question came with another chuckle, it was cute how she was trying to hide how much she was actually enjoying being tied up, how she hiccupped, everything about her demeanour was new, fresh.

He leaned in close, his fingertips closing on her waist and pulling her aggressively against him, other hand still tight in her hair. As his lips got closer to hers, one corner turned up in a wry smile. "You're quite captivating...all these girls naked, begging to be kissed and it's you, shy, still clothed that I can't take my eyes off." He pressed his lips to hers before she could react, probing between them, parting them with his tongue and his hand sliding back down to her ass, another squeeze.

When he pulled back, he made a soft growling noise of approval in his throat. He hadn't pushed the kiss too far, just a little one, as she had said. "There you go, just a little one...Miss Browning. Maybe next time you'd let me take a big one?"

 

[demy]

His assessment made the young woman feel both pleased and shameful. Kara had allowed herself to be tied and touched without much fight and for reasons she did not quite understand. The girls always bickered and she remained usually quite stubborn with Bunny.

BDSM.

It was an intimidating word.

It was also obviously the main point the gathering and yet Kara had seemed to gloss over this detail. BDSM bought to mind more extreme stuff and not her current state.

A hand gripped her ass.

Kara startled, face bright. The strangers voice was making her feel rather twisted up, warm honey settling in her tummy. More oddly a niggling familiarity was growing, something she tried to ignore. The possibility of someone she knew much too embarrassing to accept.

"A little one." She murmured in confirmation-

She found herself pulled up closer, abruptly, against a rather firm frame. Kara stiffened sharply, breathe puffing with sudden anxiety, squirming at his brain mush inducing words. They were more dirty than anything she had heard before. Kara had a rather low bar-

He kissed her.

It was not a little kiss.

His tongue was hot, skilled as it slipped between them. Kara let out a muffled little bubble-

It was short.

Kara jerked away, puffing, shivering at his growl-

Miss. Browning.

That was enough. The strange familiarity becoming full blown recognition. She knew this voice, having heard it speak her name several times before. Her growing arousal was abruptly replaced with mortification.

"p-professor?" She squeaked, somewhat hopeful to be wrong.

 

[Staine]

The way she blushed as he grabbed her ass was adorable, and Julian could hardly help himself. No, it wasn't just a little kiss but it wasn't a long one either, and thoughts of how wrong it was, how bad of him it was to be kissing one of his students were pushed from his mind. It was a strange feeling, he'd religiously avoided even flirting with them, but then again he hadn't ran into any at a BDSM party either. Pulling back, using her last name, hoping he'd remembered it correctly and getting that response. He laughed softly, surprised she had realised who he was so quickly even with the blindfold in place.

Instead of answering, he moved behind her, his and still on her waist. "Professor? Not here, Miss Browning, not unless that's what you're into." In class he was completely professional, it would be hard to equate what he was like there to how he was now. The same confidence but he was also teasing, his hand sliding up again as he pressed against her back, against her rear. His hand cupped her left breast, his other moving down from her hair to her throat. He was gentle as he pulled her head back, not wanting to cut her oxygen off, just enough so that he could bring his lips to her ear.

He spoke in a steady, quiet tone. "Here you can call me Julian, or Sir. I am surprised though." Gently, he pinched her nipple through her blouse. "You never struck me as the type to be here, I'm impressed. Tell me, how does it feel? Do you like being tied up and exposed like this?"

He released her breast and chuckled, moving back around to the front of her and reaching for her blindfold, pulling it off. "There, that's better. Don't worry, I won't bring this up again in class if you're mortified, though I'd love it if you'd come talk with me a little when you're done here. I meant what I said, you're definitely the most beautiful girl here, so shy too. I like that."

 

[demy]

She was right.

She was fucking right.

Kara burned a brilliant red. The truth smacking each cheek. She was going to k-i-l-l bunny. It was secret was young woman was embarrassed. Her perking under his steady hands. There was hesitation. Learned palms exploring, guiding her into a more compromising position. She was flustering, fidgeting like a nervous little bird.

"I'm not into anything." She sniped quickly, skin feverish, a little delayed in responding to the evolving events.

The older mans breathe was warm along her ear.

His hand was touching her boob- Kara was being groped and was uncomfortable with how little she felt disgusted. Julian- no Si-no! Professor Carter was not someone who should be at one of these events! It was a disquieting comparison-

Kara squeaked when he pinched a nipple.

The sound a little burst of startled, flabbergasted sound. An echoing itch making the young woman swallow dryly.

It was a shame- relief when he moved away.

The blindfold falling away to reveal a familiar face.

"I-" Kara tried to speak. Wanting to insist on his silence, beg him to forget this whole matter. "O-okay." She chirped instead, in a wobbling frazzled manner. Her gaze dropped, lips pursing. "Could you please untie me?" The young woman finally managed to ask ever so softly.

Kara was not used to feeling so quite shy.

 

[Staine]

The moment he confirmed who he was he could see the pink in her cheeks deepen, chuckling to himself as she visibly became more embarrassed, likely shocked to run into her professor here at such an event...and to be fair, he'd been surprised too. It was probably the position of power he had over her, both in the classroom and right there that made it a lot easier for him, so easy when she couldn't even see him. That, and the confidence he had built up from pursuing this lifestyle for years. Normally, these parties were just purely mundane for him now, he had been to so many, seen pretty much everything there was to see, which was what made Kara so appealing. She didn't fit in, not exactly. She seemed shy, nervous, and as he touched her, pinched her nipple and got those deliciously adorable noises from her, he could only smile. "You're not? You looked like you were enjoying my touch, before you found out who I was."

Lowering her blindfold he nodded at her request, the corner of his lips turning slightly upwards as she agreed to come talk with him. "Good girl, so willing to follow me even when you're this embarrassed." He cupped her cheek and moved his thumb beneath her chin to make her look up at him. "I'm going to treat that as a promise, so I'll untie you, then you can let me get you a drink, come talk with me. You might need to tell your friend you're okay though, she seems very protective." Reaching for her wrists, he started to untie the knot, moving closer to her as he did so. It didn't take long, and when he was done he looked around, spotting one of the couches was empty. "There, meet me there, I'll grab you a drink, what would you like?" He reached out, squeezing her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you Miss Browning, you're safe. Go talk to your friend, don't keep me waiting." He gave her a minute to answer, before going to grab a drink for himself and for her, taking them both over to the sofa and sitting on one side of it.

 

[demy]

Okay??!!

Why had she said that?

Kara flustered about her response as the older man went about untying the soft fabric that knitted her wrists together. She was not prepared to handle this sort of thing. This very adult situation. Anyone who knew the young woman knew her to be somewhat childish.

It was the reason she and Bunny were such good friends.

"W-water." She had told him, picking the lame option. The professors hand had left a warm imprint along her cheek. His touch gentle and forward and she found herself nodding. Kara was soon left alone to collect herself, gaze watching him walk away.

She nearly puddled onto the floor.

"Have fun?" Bunny chirped having excellent timing as always.

"N-no." Kara sniped defensively, looking away from her friends questioning look. Puffing she muttered an explanation with no prodding.

"What!" Bunny chirped a little too loudly, pressing hand to muffle laughter. She was obviously amused and quickly looked around to find Julian waiting at their determined spot. "I can't believe you of all people got to experience such a delicious fantasy-"

"Shut up!" Kara squawked.

"Well are you going to go over?"

Silence.

"Well?!!" Kara preceding to get even more embarrassed and grumpy. She glanced towards professor Carter, cheeks burning. Ultimately she joined him, telling herself and Bunny it was only to make sure the man wasn't going to tell anyone.

She stopped in front of the couch, fidgeting with a now cross expression.

 

[Staine]

As well as the water, Julian grabbed his own Jack Daniels and Coke, plus another in case she changed her mind, bringing them to the sofa with him and placing them on the table while he waited, smiling as he took a sip of his drink and watched her. He could see she was clearly flustered but he kind of liked that, and as her friend looked towards him he raised a hand to wave, flashing her a smile. Another minute or so and Kara herself looked towards him and he watched her walk over, trying his best not to grin at her. She was obviously embarrassed, maybe a little scared, and while he enjoyed that, thought it was endearing, he knew better than to scare her off.

When she stopped in front of the couch, he looked up at her, a simple smile meeting her expression which if anything looked annoyed or upset at him. "Are you going to sit down, Miss Browning?" He didn't wait for an answer, leaning forward in his seat and grabbing her wrist, pulling gently to guide her down onto the couch beside him. Releasing her, he placed his drink down, grabbing the water first and handing it to her. "Here, have a sip of this, breathe. It will all be okay, and I got you something stronger in case you change your mind." Gesturing to the Jack and coke he grabbed his own and sat back, angled to face her.

"I know it's a shock seeing your professor here but don't worry, I'm hardly likely to judge. Tell me though, if you're not into anything as you so vehemently stated, why are you here? Are you sure? You seemed to enjoy it when I touched you." He chuckled softly, sipping on his drink. "There's no shame in it you know, I enjoyed it too. I'd like to do it more, maybe kiss you again." He paused to give her time to process. "How does that make you feel?"

 

[demy]

There had been a slight march in the young woman's steps, a steeling of shoulders. Kara could be a rather defensive creature when dealing with less shocking situations. This was a rather unreal one. She opened her mouth, already feeling a snipe to the tone when the older man tugged her down onto the couch.

The girl plopped down stiffly-

Kara flustering crossly from her new position, gaze focused on her lap. She looked up and timidly accepted the water. A sip was taken, her demeanor that of a grumpy kitten while doing it.

She had been thirsty.

"I don't really drink." Kara murmured, cheeks flushing. If she was going to be tempted it would need to something much sweeter and gimmicky. She took another sip of water, flustering into the cup at the direction of the conversation.

The questions poking at her attempts at pretend.

"Bunny dragged me along." She squeaked, though that did not explain how she managed to end up trussed up.

The burning of her face caused by the very real acceptance of how much she had been starting to enjoy it until finding out the mystery man was her professor. She felt too warm, honey pooling in tunny when Julian admitted to wanting to continue. Kara had set down the water at some point and now folded her legs up onto the couch-

Curling into herself shyly.

"I don't know." She admitted, feeling rather muddled about the whole thing. What did this mean? Did he just want to fool around? Could she get away with just fooling around with a professor, did she want to?

Kara pursed her lips.

"We can make out." She offered tentatively before stressing. "Only kissing. Nothing else." Kara turned toward the older man.

 

[Staine]

It seemed to Julian that she wanted to say something, that Kara was in two minds about how she felt. She seemed like she wanted to protest, but when he made a move, no matter what it was, it seemed to reset her train of thought. In all honesty, it was pretty cute, he found himself smiling as she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it just as quickly when he pulled her down to the sofa. Then she was feeling shy again, mumbling that she didn't drink, which suited him just fine. He'd offered because he felt alcohol would make it easier for her to relax a little, but he wasn't likely to force it on her.

"That's okay, the drink is there if you need it, pet." He smiled, taking a sip of his own drink like he hadn't just thrown the affectionate pet name in there. "Bunny? Ah, is that your friends name? Cute, and did Bunny warn you what it would be like? Was Bunny the one who pushed you to being tied up or was that your idea?" It was clear as day that she was still embarrassed, incredibly shy, which had the effect of making him hold back a little. He didn't want to push her too far outside her comfort zone even if he did want to make sure she didn't withdraw.

He grinned as she offered to make out with him. It wasn't much, but it was definitely a start, it seemed like she was trying to fight her own desires, too much in her own mind. He reached for her as she turned to him, taking her wrist and pulling her towards him. "Only kissing, I can do that, though I think you're missing out." He used enough force that it was quite clear what he wanted: Kara in his lap, and he wouldn't stop pulling until she moved there. His eyes were on hers as his other hand moved down to her waist, holding her more to keep his own hand from wandering than for her benefit. "First, don't worry. Nobody here is going to judge, kissing is hardly the most illicit thing they will see here today, so don't be shy. I'm not your professor here, I'm just a man who thinks you're beautiful and wants my hands all over you, you're just a girl who thinks I'm handsome and wants my hands all over her, yes?" He didn't give her time to deny it, not much at least, leaning in to kiss her. If she did move to his lap, there was no way she wouldn't notice how hard he would be beneath her, Julian was far from small and she was definitely getting to him. If she didn't, he would lean towards her, cross the distance. His hand moved from her wrist to her head, holding her as his tongue parted her lips.

 

[demy]

Her nose crinkled, the pet name a somewhat intimate turn.

"Yeah," Kara affirmed frowning. "She defiantly underplayed it." There had been a little nudging but ultimately what had gotten the young woman trussed up was her own curiosity. There was a thread of anticipation growing in the air around them. She was bubbling, restless. Her glances looking over the older man more intently with each pass.

He was pretty good-looking. A collection of strong features dressed in soft dressings of a professor. A vibe that could not escape him even in this odd setting.

Kissing seemed plenty taboo already given the circumstances-

He was tugging, pulling her towards his lap. Professor Carter had a gravity that was hard to resist. She resisted, a firm flicking gracing her features. A lingering pout before Kara let herself be tugged closer though she remained off his very tempting lap.

"Yeah." She breathed, features flushing, twisting in a timid nature as the man leaned forward. His hands were warm. Firm. His mouth hot as over pressed over her own.

Kara parted her lips-

Finding herself sinking rather easily into her professors kisses the moment she closed her eyes.

 

[Staine]

Julian laughed as she frowned, shaking his head with a smile playing along his lips. He was starting to get the picture, Kara wasn't too hard to figure out if he had it right. She was trying to maintain her air of innocence, maybe embarrassed at being caught enjoying her little adventure with the ropes, but he suspected she had wanted to be tied up like that, she certainly hadn't seemed to be in distress when he had been there, touching her. As she resisted being pulled into his lap he had to move closer to kiss her, and her parted lips were the perfect invitation, slipping his tongue between them with a soft groan.

He wouldn't allow her to hold her ground now though, and as he kissed her, he made a soft noise, grabbing her hips with both hands and lifting her towards him, into his lap, sitting back against the sofa while he had her distracted. Even then he played the gentleman, his hands stayed chaste, one on her waist and the other up to her head, back in her hair, fingers twisting to keep hold of her. As he pulled back he had her firmly sat in his lap and her head was roughly on the same level as his. "See? Just kissing, though this is far more comfortable, is it not?" He felt so, and didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed that his arousal was quite clear, firm beneath her. "I'm really not so bad, Miss Browning, I just think you're cute, and you clearly enjoyed being tied up, let's not pretend you didn't. Aren't you curious for more?" He smiled, and releasing her hair he found her hand instead, taking hold of it to keep her prisoner in his lap, squeezing gently, in a reassuring way. "Not tonight of course, but I do like you, and I think you like me too. Would it be so bad if, say...you gave me your number? We could talk, text, get to know each other a little bit. I think your friend approves." He looked over her shoulder, chuckling as he spotted bunny glance at them.

 

[demy]

Kara was slowly melting into the kiss, a hapless ice cream on the warm day. She pressed forward a little more eagerly. When hands moved to scoop her up she twitched in surprise but did not resist. Her more nimble frame plopped into the lap of her professor. Her fingers tentatively slipped along a firm shoulder. Julian kept his promise to keep it to kissing.

They broke away, Kara sucking in a few puffs of air. Her eyes blinking brightly at the older man. She could feel his cock, burning along her bottom.

A flush dominated her features.

Followed by the young woman looking a little pleased with herself.

Her hand wrapping around his tentatively. Kara looked away hotly when he asked for her number. It was pretty forward. She had been thinking of this as one night thing. A naughty moment to try and forget afterward-

"Umm." She bubbled, not giving a flip about Bunny and her feelings on the matter. "Sure." Kara held out other hand expecting his phone. She had left hers with Bunny.

 

[Staine]

It wasn't like Julian didn't know she was attracted to him, she'd responded wonderfully to his touches earlier, and even after finding out he was her professor she had come to him, agreed to kiss him, but the way she seemed to obediently lean into him even as he pulled her into his lap, how she wriggled against him as they kissed, her hand on his shoulder, the blush in her cheeks.

He smiled at her, leaning back against the sofa, his hands sliding down to hold her at either side of her waist, keeping her exactly where she was. He knew damn well she could feel how aroused she had made him, it didn't matter, he wasn't letting her get away from him unless she genuinely seemed to have an issue, what she'd shown was just stubbornness and shyness, easily overcome without pushing too much. As she held her hand out he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it before placing it in her palm.

"That's a good girl." He reached up, cupping her cheek, firmly turning it back to face him since she had looked away when he had asked. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, pet. I'm not a monster, you can say no if you like, but I really don't think you want to. You like me too, don't you? Aren't you excited to see if this goes anywhere?" There was definitely excitement in his own eyes, like he was seeing possibilities he hadn't in a while, there was a reason Julian still came to these places, he still had hope, but recently nobody had caught his eyes till now.

 

[demy]

Kara found herself handled, a hand guiding her gaze.

There was almost a sparkle to the professor and it made the young woman feel all the more jumbled about the situation.

She accepted the phone carefully, plugging in her number with a minor note of trepidation. The last number bringing with it a since of rising thrill that tossed the poor girl completely off guard. She hastily shoved in the phone back into the older mans hands. Her cheeks were still painted.

"Kara." She mumbled, asserting her name in place of the pet names Julian was intent on giving her thus far.

Her gaze flicked away again trying to seek out her friend in the crowd. It was getting late and Kara was honestly starting to feel a little overtaxed with everything. The fingers on one hand, at some point, had tangled themselves into his shirt.

Clinging idly.

 

[Staine]

Raising an eyebrow as she tried to push aside the pet names he was using, Julian noted it and decided not to push it for now, though he was admittedly fond of pet names in general and it would be something he would revisit in the future. "Okay, Kara, my point still stands. You can look at me when I talk to you, I'm not your professor here, I think that's a little obvious by where my hands are..." As he spoke one of his hands was sliding down from her waist and towards her rear. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't listen to me. You had fun here tonight, didn't you? Aren't you excited to see what comes of it?"

Her fingers tangled in his shirt, he sat back, still keeping her in his lap, pulling her head towards his shoulder, letting her just relax into him a little. "I think that's enough for tonight though, I should probably give you some time to process...this isn't my first time, but for you I think it is, at least anything serious." While he spoke he was running his one free hand up and down her side, occasionally dipping back down to her rear, enjoying exploring her as she put her number into his phone. "I hope you know I take this seriously, I don't like to play around, not at my age, so keep that in mind. I'm looking for a submissive to be mine for a long time, not a one night thing. Go on, go to your friend, and message me when you get home safely, am I understood?" As he spoke he was playing with her hair, and he wouldn't push her from his lap, rather he wanted her to go herself when she was ready.

 

[demy]

A small victory. Kara responded to his prodding, returning her gaze to his face. His hand had found their way back to her rump and the young woman had wonder about his fondness of that particular area. She considered his observations with a obvious stubbornness. There was a bubbling feeling, something Kara tried to squish before it become exposed in her features. Fun?

She pursed her lips, the memory of him kissing her burning along the tender flesh. There was still a simmer of heat wherever he touched and gazed, a feeling that kept the young woman in place despite her worries.

Kara relaxed tentatively.

Her lithe frame slumping along his.

"Time to process would be good." She admitted in a mumble, blinking at the level of commitment the older man was asking for. Submissive. Kara was not super in the know about the ins and outs of this sort of thing.

Did he mean he wanted to date?

Or just be not even friends with benefits?

"Okay." She agreed, flushing and fidgeting. The young woman lingered a little longer before carefully slipping up, giving him one last glance before leaving to join Bunny. The two girls would leave soon after, Kara arriving home safely-

I'm home

She would text the professor after much internal debat-

Finding she was curious to see where things with the older man would go.

 

[Staine]

"Take all the time you need to process, you'll still message me and tell me that you got home safely, understood?" He lifted her chin with his fingertips to ensure she was still looking into his eyes. "That's all I ask. We can talk beyond that as much or as little as you like. I want you, I think you'd make a fine...pet...whatever you'd like to call it, but I'm not interested in playing games so think about exactly what you want." He let her go at that, smiling up at her as she climbed out of his lap and reaching for his drink, finishing it.

He left the party shortly after, he didn't live so far away that it took long to get home and he was pleased to find a message on his phone, just two simple words. Stripping off and taking a shower first, he responded when he got into bed. "Good girl. Tell me how you felt being tied up, and how you feel about meeting me for dinner, when you're ready. Oh, and don't forget your assignment, I'm still your professor." He chuckled to himself as he sent the last one, knowing they had class in two days. Yawning, he closed his eyes to sleep.

 

[demy]

Kara had convinced Bunny to leave. The two friends making their way back to dorms with minimal chatter. She was feeling weird about the whole thing now. Bunny respected the silence and they parted ways with a quick hug though it still felt a little weird for one of them. Her roommate was asleep already. A dedicated student and early riser.

One of those things Kara could respect.

She showered, undressed and crawled into bed with her phone.

The professor, Julian, had texted back. She blinked, features flushing hotly at his prying question. Kara ducked fully under the blanket, PJ shirt riding up with the sudden wiggle downward. How did it feel? Heat flooded more than her face.

Dinner?

Kara nibbled her lip, worrying.

She felt disgruntled and so the young woman answered his first question with a collection of confusing emojis.



Kara froze up when it came to answering his second. The little quip towards their actual professional relationship had left a strange feeling in her mouth, a restless energy, tickling up her spine. It was not an unpleasant thing.

"God am I pervert like Bunny." She mumbled very softly. "Fuck."

Maybe that's what she needed?

A little something to straighten her out and drive away the temptation of an older man who also happened to be her teacher. Kara ended up too awkward to do anything about the lingering heat from the night and slept restlessly-

The next morning.

Do you invite all your pets to dinner?

 

[Staine]

Just how many pets do you think I have?

It was a simple answer to the question that had him smiling all morning as Julian went through his usual routine, making his coffee, showering, choosing his outfit for the day. Memories of the previous night still prominent in his mind he could remember the feel of her beneath his palm, the way she had looked tied up like that, bound, helpless, shy yet willing to move with him as his hands had wandered. The way she had sat in his lap and kissed him, the demure way she had relented to his advances. In some ways he felt a little like a predator, she was young, his student...yet he felt no guilt. She was an adult, the party he had met her at was hardly a place for somebody who wasn't willing to try new things even if they had to be coerced. He wondered how much she wanted to learn, how much he had to teach, and whether she would embrace her new curriculum like he thought she would.

He sat down for breakfast, toast and a couple of eggs, and picked up his phone again.

I asked you some questions. Don't you want to get a good grade for this, Kara? You've always been a good student, I thought you'd apply yourself more. Answer the questions, and tell me when you will be free for dinner. Do you prefer somewhere public or would you like me to cook for you?

 

[demy]

Kara had started to get ready, quickly ducking back to her phone on the bed when it went off. She glanced at his next, frowning. How many did he have? Had? The young woman tossed her phone back down before going back to shoving clothes around her closet hangers. She was feeling more particular about her outfit today.

Fussy despite her day full of classes.

She picked something comfy and cute. The classrooms could get cold but it included a sweater.

Kara was on her way to the breakfast hall when her phone went off a second time. She had neglected to response to his question, refusing since it did not strictly answer hers. The needling texts had the young woman stopping short, disrupting the slow flow of students.

Her features flushed, she veered off into an alcove.

Overload.

She fussed silently.

Weird. Embarrassing.

A pause. Kara was bright red, nervous, bubbling. There was a truth tickling her fingertips and she struggled with admitting it.

Kind of exciting.

Would you really cook for me? I'm free tonight.

 

[Staine]

The rest of Julian's morning was pretty much routine. He got dressed, black slacks and a beige jacket, with a soft blue shirt with brown a light brown chequered pattern on it, simple black socks and black shoes and his spectacles. By the time he was done and ready to go to work, he had another message waiting for him on his phone, one that made him smile to read.

Weird, embarrassing and kind of exciting. I can work with that, if you're embarrassed now just wait till I have you all to myself. He had plans, they weren't very significant plans to be quite honest, but since she was new to all this he didn't want to go crazy, to push her too far. Of course I will cook for you, why wouldn't I? I'm not a master chef by any means, but I can make a good meal. Come to my home at 7pm tonight.

His address was sent as well at the end of the message, and he put his phone away. It would be a short drive into work, and he would no doubt see her there at some point during the day. More than anything, he could feel his own excitement building; it had been a while since he'd had a good, old fashioned date, a while since he had really looked forward to any social engagement, and now all he had to do was think of what kind of movie to watch.

 

[demy]

The text was sent and Kara puffed out a build up of breathe.

She had opened herself up to a date. A small groan slipped free, the girl nervously fidgeting around in the secretive alcove. A delayed response meant the flustered girl had to continue to class. Frequent glances at her phone yielding zero results until moments before the lecture was supposed to start.

Kata quickly checked, turning pink.

This was the moment she could take it back. Lose his number. She was tempted, but found herself fingers reflecting her temptation.

See you tonight

The phone was stuffed back in her bag and Kara spent a day distracted. It was lucky she had classes with the older man before their date but avoiding him proved impossible. It was a pass in the hallway, the young woman freezing, perking sharply before turning around and darting down a different hallway.

Later that day she unloaded on Bunny about the date.

Her embarrassment, excitement and even worries. The other girl was rather enthused ensuring Kara that Julian was well known in her little sex gang and wouldn't cross any lines.

She didn't bother to change, catching a ride with Bunny and ending up at his place a bundle of nerves.