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Damien stood up and
approached me. I turned my gaze from him, but the mirrors wouldn't
let me escape. Soon, he was standing in front of me, only inches
away.

“
Turn
around and walk to the window,” he told me. “I want you
standing only a few inches away from it, so everyone outside can
see.”

There was no one
outside, but in my mind's eye, there was an entire crowd. For some
reason, facing the mirrors wasn't anywhere near as daunting as facing
the windows. Perhaps I wasn't so concerned with people seeing my
backside. After all, an ass looks like an ass. It's faces that are
discernible. I took a deep breath, wrapping my arms around my chest
before I turned.

“
We'll
have none of that,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and forcing
my arms back, exposing my breasts for all the world to see. My body
shivered with want from his touch, the intimacy of it sending need
surging down to my cunt.

I could feel the
heat emanating from his body as he followed me to the window. Soon, I
was standing in front of it, staring outside at the world. The little
businesses surrounding the area were dark. Only one parking lot had a
car in it, but the business in front of it looked empty, as did the
car. After a few minutes, I began feeling more secure standing there
naked.

“
How
are you liking being naked for all the world to see?” Damien
whispered into my ear, his voice strangely seductive. I shivered as I
felt his fingertips graze my skin, moving my hair away from my
shoulder.

“
It's
not as bad as I thought it would be,” I admitted.

“
Now
that I've exposed you physically, it's time to expose you
emotionally.”

I watched his face
in the mirror. There was something different about him—the way
he looked at me. His eyes stared hungrily at my neck, and when he
took a step closer, I felt the bulge in his jeans pressing against my
ass. My cunt throbbed in approval, my labia puffing up with desire.

“
I
. . . I'm not sure what you mean.” I was close to the window,
so close to him. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, quite
literally, for half of the metaphor. The closeness was beginning to
make me feel claustrophobic, but I dare not move.

“
Let's
talk about what you really want from me, Cheyenne.”

“
What
I really want from you?” I gulped hard, feeling my cheeks burn.
My entire body was on sensory overload as a million thoughts streamed
through my mind at once, devious thoughts, filthy thoughts, sexually
depraved thoughts, thoughts that would never pass my lips.

“
Yes.
I think I know what you want.”

His lips pressed
softly against my neck, and I bit my tongue, trying to suppress a
groan. When he pulled away, I felt oddly lonely . . . and empty.

“
I'll
give you what you want on one condition,” he said.

“
What
condition is that?” my voice sounded pathetically desperate,
and I hated myself for it.

“
You
cannot turn around. If at any point, you turn to look at me, the game
will be over. You'll never see me again.”

Those words were
painful, and I knew I would do whatever it took to have him.

“
I
won't turn around, I promise.”

“
Good
girl.”

The sound of his
zipper being pulled down was almost deafening in the quiet of the
room. I kept my head as straight as a sentinel, afraid to move,
though I did my best to look at the mirrors with my peripheral
vision. The image was skewed, so I had to rely on my imagination to
fill in the blanks, though the audible cues were pretty telling.

A condom wrapper
crinkled, and my mind flitted back to that time in his office, when I
had almost had him. He had been on top of me, pressing his glans
against my passageway. Then I had ruined it by blurting out I was a
virgin at the last moment. I still wasn't sure if I regretted that or
not. Mostly, I didn't. If I had let him have his way with me back
then, we might not be doing what we were now. And this was so much
hotter than a one-time fuck.

The condom wrapper
was tossed to the floor, and Damien stepped up behind me. I felt him
wrap a hand around the back of my neck, and then he forcefully pushed
me against the glass, my breasts making contact first, my erect
nipple fighting back. A frightened gasp left my lips. He had never
been this forceful before—this dominant. Not since that day in
his classroom—that amazing day that made up a large part of my
masturbation fantasies ever since.

His hands went to my
hips, and he pulled me back a bit. I kept my chest pressed against
the glass and spread my legs, knowing that's what he wanted from me.
My thighs quivered as I felt the bulbous head of his fuckstick
pressing between my legs.

“
This
is what you want, isn't it?” he asked, teasingly rubbing the
tip against my lower lips. He massaged it up and down my slit, then
nudged my soft folds aside to poke at my entryway. I was too stunned
to say anything—too much in disbelief of what was happening.
“I'm going to pull it away if you don't tell me the truth,”
he threatened.

The words left my
lips without a second thought. “Fuck me, Damien. I want you
inside of me.”

“
You've
wanted this since the pen, haven't you?”

“
Yes,”
I breathed, feeling shameless and filthy and wonderful, all at the
same time.

“
How
much do you want it?”

“
More
than anything in the world. Please. Please. I need your cock,”
I begged.

The moment he bucked
inside, I thought I might break from having it in me. There was an
almost excruciating tightness as his glans tunneled into my wet
channel, but it was the best kind of excruciating I had ever felt.

“
Oh
God!” I cried out, holding onto the glass for support as he
angled his hips and then rotated them. The feel of him spreading my
inner walls about drove me over the edge. My swollen pussy lips
slurped at his cock as he began pumping in and out of me, teasingly
slow. Every few soft thrusts, he'd draw all the way back and then
pound into me, making me squeal.

A car drove down the
street, and I was so lost in blissful ecstasy that I hardly noticed
it until its taillights had almost disappeared into the distance.

Damien reached a
hand around me, slipping it between my legs to touch my heated core.
My clit responded to his fingers, pulsing wildly as he began to
massage up and around and over it, keeping to a steady rhythm of
fucking me all the while. He was breathing heavily, his body arched
at an angle where he was nearly picking me up with every thrust,
filling me completely. Everything in me wanted to turn around, grip
his hair, and pull him to me for a heated kiss, but I knew better
than to move. If I wanted the pleasures of Damien's body, I would
have to do exactly what he said.

I felt like a
complete slut, resting my face against the glass as I brought my hand
up to tweak one of my nipples. That small bit of extra stimulation
was enough to make my clit fire off beneath Damien's fingers, and I
swear I saw stars as my entire body went into sensory overload. If
I'd ever had a better orgasm, I couldn't remember. I moaned and cried
out, not caring if every person in the world heard me.

Damien grunted
behind me, and I heard his breath hitch, his cock hammering into me a
few more times before his body began to still, and I knew he had come
too. The thought of draining his manhood dry made me feel absolutely
accomplished, as if I had just mastered a sex God. I squeezed my
tunnel around him, helping to milk out the last drops of his orgasm,
pushing my hips back a bit, wanting to feel his full hot pulsing
length inside of me for as long as I could.

He leaned over and
kissed my sweaty back before pulling out, the absence of his cock
leaving me feeling empty, though my body was thoroughly satisfied.
While he pulled the condom off and zipped his pants back up, I stayed
against the window, savoring the moment. The cool air kissed my
heated cunt, sending a pleasant tingling sensation through me,
teasing my lustful body.

“
You
can get dressed,” he told me finally, and I pouted as I pushed
myself away from the window and turned to grab my clothes off the
floor.

“
Best
lesson yet,” I confessed, feeling stupidly happy.

“
I'm
glad you think so,” his voice was gentle, softer than normal.
“Listen, I've been thinking a lot about you lately.”

You have? This is
news to me.
My heart fluttered, and I held my breath as I
listened to him speak.
Please, let this be the part where you ask
for something more. I can be your girlfriend. I don't care about the
age difference. I would so be your girlfriend. Just ask, and I'll say
yes.

He continued, “I
would like to take our lessons to the next level.”

“
What's
that supposed to mean?” Hadn't we just taken things to the next
level? I was pretty sure that pressing me against the glass and
fucking my brains out counted as taking things to the next level.

“
I
want to start teaching you about BDSM.”

“
A-Alright,”
I replied, a bit disappointed. The next level could have meant so
many other things—so many preferable things.

“
The
lessons can get pretty intense and will be a bit more time
consuming.”

“
What
kind of lessons?”

“
Lessons
in obedience will take the longest. I might require you to stay
overnight to test how long you can stay in the role. There will also
be lessons in bondage, and generally testing out your tolerance for
certain things.”

The idea of being
tied up by Damien Reed was very appealing, especially if he spanked
me afterward. That was what BDSM was about, I thought, spanking and
all the naughty taboo stuff that everyone secretly loved but nobody
ever talked about.

“
I
think I'm okay with that,” I said.

“
Good.
We'll start your lessons next weekend, the same time as usual. I
won't be able to meet with you tomorrow because I have a conference
all day, and I'm sure I'll be completely wiped out afterward.”

“
Alright.”

He stood, and I took
that as an indication that it was time to leave. We walked to the
door, and then I waited outside while he reset the alarm and locked
up. Without so much as a hug or goodbye, Damien Reed climbed back
into his Corvette and pealed out of the parking lot, leaving me there
completely lost in thought.

I crawled into my
car, locked the door, and rested my head on the steering wheel. Now
that the magic sexual moment was over, reality was starting to sink
back in, and I wasn't sure if I liked it. My whole plan to get
closure from Damien had been completely blown by his commanding voice
and sexy body. He was wickedly bewitching, and I hated him for it.

My thighs ached with
the memory of him bucking between them, but it wasn't the only part
of me that hurt. Somehow, I felt like I had betrayed Chase by
sleeping with Damien. We weren't a couple, but still. I knew Chase
expected me to be exclusive to him. Even though I hadn't promised him
a relationship, what I had just done with Damien felt wrong.

I spent the rest of
the night hating myself for being so weak. Not only had I let Damien
Reed fuck me, but I had also agreed to future lessons with him, which
so hadn't been in the plans. If I kept seeing him, these twisted
feelings that I had would never go away. Part of me didn't want them
to go away. Some sick sad ember inside of me liked the way he made me
feel. Not the crying and depressed part, but everything else. Damien
sexually excited me in a way that Chase never could. He was a
complete anomaly. I was never certain what he was thinking or
feeling, and the mystery of it drove me insane.

It baffled my mind
that Damien never once brought up the fact I had dropped his class
and ignored him. He had greeted me as if everything was normal,
though he had sure acted different once he had me pressed against the
glass. That was Damien Reed in his most animalistic form, a side of
him that I hadn't seen since that first day in his classroom. I
couldn't figure out what it all meant, or if it meant anything at
all.