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“
So,
you've always been pretty well off?”

“
Yup.
Spoiled little rich kid.” He smiled. “Though, don't get
me wrong. I had to work for the things I wanted. Nothing ever came
free. My father was a very strict man, and my mother was a
perfectionist. They were good parents, but a bit overbearing. I think
that's one reason why my brother and I both moved away as soon as we
could. He moved away right out of high school. I waited until after
college, when I was offered the job here.”

Maybe his parentage
explained why he was such a neat freak. Just glancing around his
house, everything seemed too clean—too perfect.

“
Are
you ready to get started?” Damien asked, noticing my eyes
drifting.

My attention snapped
back to him, and I felt my heart flutter. Was I ready? I had no idea
what was coming next. Hopefully, he would want to have sex. Or maybe,
hopefully, he wouldn't. I didn't want to freak out like last time,
though I was pretty sure that I was more mentally prepared for
everything now.

I took a deep
breath. “I think I'm ready.”

“
Good.
If you'll follow me, I'll take you to my classroom.” He made
quotation marks with his fingers as he said the word classroom.

I stood, allowing
Damien to lead me toward a hallway. My imagination shuffled ideas of
what the classroom was going to look like. The image that came to
mind was his classroom at college. I imagined there would be a desk
for me to sit at while he lectured me, and probably a whiteboard for
him to jot notes down on. Now, I was beginning to wonder if I should
have brought a pen and paper. He hadn't told me I would need
supplies, but it kind of made sense if this was going to be a class.
With my luck, the entire thing would be lecture, and I wouldn't get
any hands-on training at all. The thought was disappointing, but
maybe it was for the best.

My next guess was
completely at the other end of the spectrum. I pictured a kinky BDSM
room like I had read about in so many popular erotica stories. There
would be a Saint Andrews Cross, a stockade, manacles suspended from
the ceiling. It would be a dungeon. Damien certainly looked like he
could afford to build one.

The room he led me
into was neither of the two though. It looked like a typical guest
bedroom with a bit more seating. There was a queen-size platform bed
in the middle of the room with an immaculate white comforter and
pillows. Comfortable looking chairs were placed in all four corners
of the room. The only other piece of furniture was a chest of
drawers. It all looked so perfect that I was scared to touch anything
in fear of leaving smudges on the wood or wrinkles on the fabric.

Damien gestured to
the bed, and I lowered my weight onto it slowly. While I glanced
around the room, he went to the chest of drawers, opening up the
first drawer and pulling out a clipboard and a . . . lollipop? I
stared at the red round plastic-wrapped candy, feeling like it was
the only thing, aside from my outfit, that was adding any color to
the room.

“
This
weekend is going to be all about assessing your confidence level,”
Damien said as he closed the drawer and turned around to face me with
items in hand. “It's also going to be an evaluation to see if
you're emotionally mature enough to handle these lessons.”

I gulped hard,
wondering what that meant. Already, I was beginning to perspire from
a mix of fear and excitement. If I hadn't been worried about grossing
him out, I might have wiped my palms on my skirt. The room felt
especially hot, but I was pretty sure it was just my nerves getting
the better of me.

“
If
at any time you feel that these lessons aren't for you, let me know,
and we'll stop. You can expect to feel a certain level of discomfort.
This is completely natural and comes from having never experienced
these types of things before. As you get more comfortable with me and
yourself, those feelings will fade away. Eventually, I'd like you be
completely confident in yourself as a sexual being. That is pretty
much the point of these lessons,” he told me, extending his
hand for me to take the lollipop.

“
Today's
lesson has two parts. For part one, I want you to seduce me using
only that lollipop and your body. You are not to touch me sexually in
any way. I will not be giving you pointers or direction. This is all
about you and what you already know and are comfortable doing.”

I shifted my weight
on the bed. In truth, I wasn't comfortable with any of this. The
whole situation was completely awkward. The only thing keeping me
focused was my desire for Damien Reed. More than anything, I didn't
want to disappoint him.

As he went to sit
down in one of the chairs, I began peeling the wrapper off the
lollipop. It was probably strawberry or cherry flavored. I would find
out soon enough, though I hoped that it was strawberry. Cherry was a
bit too tart for me.

Damien crossed his
ankle over his knee and rested the clipboard on his thigh. I could
feel his eyes upon me, watching my every move, which only made me
feel more vulnerable.

I forced myself to
look at him, allowing our eyes to lock. Eye contract was important.
That was seduction 101. His gaze was so dominant though that my
instinct was to cower away from it.

No
, I
chastised myself.
This will never work if you can't even look at
him. He needs to be able to see that you fully mean the things you
do.

My small pink tongue
flicked out of my mouth, tasting the lollipop.
Cherry. Damn. No
matter. Focus, Chey. Focus. You have to make him . . . hard.
The
very thought brought a blush to my cheeks. I could still picture
Damien's cock, perfect and straight, hanging out of his jeans in his
office at college. I wanted to stroke it, to take him into my mouth.
But everything had gone by so fast. One minute, I was terrified that
he would threaten to have me expelled. The next minute, I was sitting
on his desk with my skirt hiked up to my hips and my legs spread. The
memory made my face grow warmer, and my clit twitch with sensation.

Now, I could take
things slow—show Damien how much I really wanted him. He said I
wasn't allowed to touch him sexually, but I could pretend. Couldn't
I? This moment wasn't so much about expressing myself as it was about
expressing my desire for him. And oh how I desired him.

In my mind's eye,
the lollipop became Damien's thick phallus. I stared at it longingly,
lapping at its red candy coating with the utmost care. My only
knowledge about how to give a proper blow job came from pornos I had
watched. I tried to mimic them as best I could, giving the lollipop
feathery strokes with my tongue before I stuck the entire thing in my
mouth, sucking on it gently for a while and then plunging it to the
back of my throat, moaning as I went along. All the while, the
sensitive parts of my body began to heat up from the eroticism of the
moment. Who knew that a person could get so aroused just from sucking
on a lollipop? I must be doing a bang-up job if I'm already starting
to get myself off, I thought. But then I looked back up at Damien and
realized he wasn't sharing my sentiment. My eyes sunk between his
legs, to the absence of the bulge there, and it took everything in me
to suppress a frown.
Not good enough, Cheyenne. You're going to
have to try harder.

Warmed up and
feeling bolder by the minute, I crossed the distance between us to
stand in front of Damien. It was time that I showed him I meant
business. I would give him an erection if it killed me.

Feeling a strange
surge of confidence, I used my free hand to take the clipboard off
his lap and set it on the chest of drawers. When I returned to him, I
grabbed his crossed foot and pulling it over his knee so that it was
forced on the floor. Then I stepped between his legs, making sure
they were spread nice and wide for me.

Now I had his full
attention. He was staring up at me, trying to make me cower with
those powerful dark eyes of his, and I was giving it right back to
him, burning down into him with the fury of my desire.

I let go of the
lollipop stick and grabbed the bottom of my blouse. My heart pounded
fiercely in my chest. I was about to do something I had never done
before, and the angel on my shoulder shook her finger at me. This was
dirty and wrong, but if I stopped now, then I might never get up the
courage to do it again.

As slowly and
seductively as I could, I pulled the blouse up, exposing my pale skin
and blue lace bra for Damien to see. When the blouse cleared my head,
I shook my long red hair and tossed the garment over Damien's
shoulder. His expression was deadpan, and there was still no bulge in
his pants.
Geez, this guy is a hard sell. I hope he's not broken.
Then I remembered his sizable cock trying to force its way inside of
me. No, definitely not broken.
Maybe he just has some strange
tantric willpower. It doesn't matter. I said I won't stop until I
pass this test, and I'm not going to.

My hands fumbled
behind my back, working to unclasp my bra. The stress of the
situation made me clumsy, and I worried that I might crumble at any
moment, both emotionally and physically. Negative thoughts attacked
me from all sides. What if he doesn't find me attractive? Do I look
stupid? Am I really doing the right thing?

The bra finally gave
way, and I shrugged it off my shoulders, taking a deep breath. My
nipples were hard pink pebbles against my smooth skin. The feel of
the material of my bra rubbing over them sent a wanton twitch
straight to my clit, helping to stabilize my mood. Even if he wasn't
enjoying this, a large part of me was. It was exciting to be doing
these horribly naughty things—things I had never done before.

I cupped my hands
against the sides of my breasts, squeezing them together and rolling
my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. It felt absolutely
exquisite, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my
nether region. A soft moan left my throat, though it was partially
muffled thanks to the lollipop occupying my mouth.

I looked down.
Still, no erection.

Today's skirt was
held in place by a simple elastic waistband. I dug my thumbs into my
sides, pulling it down to my ankles. As I did so, I leaned forward,
my head only inches away from Damien, my breasts kissing the top of
his right thigh. For a moment, my face was close to his crotch, and I
took a second to inhale his scent. There was nothing there but the
smell of cologne and fabric softener.
Not quite close enough,
I thought with a twinge of disappointment.

I kicked the skirt
aside and straddled his right knee, looking down as if I was the one
doing the dominating. I wanted him to touch me, to give me some sign
of approval—to do anything, but he just sat there, gazing up at
me, his cock unwaveringly flaccid.

My well of ideas was
quickly running dry. There wasn't much left I could do to elicit a
response from him. If showing my tits hadn't done it, I highly
doubted that exposing my cunt would produce different results. Still,
it was the only card I had that hadn't been played yet.

Stifling a sigh, I
hooked my fingers into the waistband of my blue lace panties and slid
them over my ass with the same deliberately slow motion I had used
when I took off my skirt. Cool air flowed between my legs, sending a
chill down my spin as it kissed my warm wet parts. My mound had been
shaven hairless, which I hoped Damien would like. I wasn't sure of
his preference, but most men seemed to prefer the shaven look
nowadays.

With my panties
dropped to the floor, I stood in front of Damien Reed completely
naked, more exposed than I had ever been in front of a man. I had
expected to feel shy and vulnerable, but somehow, I felt empowered,
like I had just accomplished something great. It seemed stupid, but
being naked in front of a man was a big step for me.

I dropped to my
knees between Damien's legs, returning my attention to the lollipop,
which had been sucked down to about half its original size by that
point. I swirled it around in my mouth, moaning and gazing up into
his brown eyes. For a moment, I thought about pulling it out of my
mouth and trailing it down my body, but I didn't want to get sticky.
Seducing Damien Reed was starting to feel like an impossible task.

I took the lollipop
out and held it in front of my face, rubbing it across my lips.
Eventually, my creative well ran dry, and I ended up just staring at
the thing.

Damien reached
forward and took it from me, bringing it up to his mouth. My eyes
followed it like snipers on a target. It was so close to his lips,
those beautiful lips that had kissed me tenderly in his office. How I
wanted to taste them again.