32. Happy Together

32

HAPPY TOGETHER

LESTER

Daisy's chest moves up and down in a steady rhythm while cute little whimpers slip out of her mouth. I never thought I'd ever use the word ‘cute'.

Warm rays of sun shine through the ceiling window, bathing her soft skin in light. Her breasts are a perfect display of her pure muliebrity, her nipples sharp peaks that invite me in. She's still completely naked, the blanket draped over her thighs.

I audibly swallow when my eyes trail over her bare stomach until they stop at her perfect pussy. Her eyes are closed, still seeming far away inside her dreams.

I have been watching her for over an hour. I can't keep my eyes off her.

I'm obsessed. I'm obsessed with the way she quivers beneath me when I fuck her. I'm obsessed with the noises she makes when she comes apart. I'm obsessed with the way the sunshine seems to be in her smile all the time. With her giggles when she makes comments so debauched she has me speechless. With the way she looks at her artworks when she's concentrated, like everything around her just falls away.

Not once have I missed the way her body responds to me, how her cheeks turn pink when I'm in her proximity. Not even the first time we met eyes in my classroom.

I see her. I see it all.

And I want more.

I never thought I was capable of feeling this much. Or able to let anyone put their hands on me. Never thought I could sleep beside someone, being exposed like that.

There hasn't been a second where our bodies weren't entwined last night. Where I didn't hold her close to my chest, my arms wrapped around her because I was afraid that she would disappear.

I don't understand it, this attraction between us. This trust.

But I don't have to understand it. All I have to do is claim it.

My cock has been hard ever since I awoke an hour ago, and it's only because I'm a man of self-restraint that I haven't used it on her yet. She needs her rest if we're going to do all the things I plan to do.

Though maybe just a taste…

I slip down on the mattress, quietly disappearing beneath the blanket until I settle between her legs, my face in front of her pussy. I part her legs with my hands, then ever so slowly trail my tongue over her cunt, cleaning her of her arousal.

She's soaked. She must have had a nice dream. Or maybe she's just always wet. She did tell me so before.

I wallow in her taste, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Licking small circles over her clit, I tease her and slowly pull her out of her slumber. It seems to work, because her thighs widen and soft moans enter my ears from above.

A hand slips in my hair, pulling the strands with softness. "Lester…"

The way my name rolls off her tongue… Fuck . I've never liked my name more.

Now that she's slowly waking up, I start licking her more eagerly, slurping and sucking up every drop she has to offer me. Her thighs lock around my neck, needing more. Another thing I'm obsessed with―she takes what she wants when she wants it, never shying away from anything. And in this moment, what she wants is to come, and I'm happy to oblige.

"Ah, fuck," she cries out, bucking her hips upward, her hands tightening in my hair. "Fuck, Lester… yes!"

I know she's there, because her body always stills for a few seconds before she lets go. Her thighs squeeze my head and a nasty smirk covers my face as I continue to lick her. I'll die a happy man if she chokes me a little harder.

She comes hard, her legs shaking and her pussy convulsing. I proceed to lick her until she sits up and tears my head away by my hair.

A chuckle escapes me as she hovers above me. "Good morning."

She pants erratically, her eyes full of lust despite the sleepy haze. "Morning."

"That was a good breakfast," I quip.

She giggles, crowding over me, locking her arms around my neck, and planting a kiss on my mouth.

"Did you have sweet dreams?" I ask, mumbling against her lips as she straddles my lap.

"No." She pulls away, giving me one of those dangerous smiles of hers. "I don't need dreams when I'm living them."

Something inside my stomach stirs in response. Something I don't know how to describe. All I can say is that it feels good.

I kiss her again. "You hungry?"

"Yeah. Hungry for your cock in my mouth. And thirsty. I'll drink your cum like it's milk."

Chuckling, I grab her shoulders and pull her away. "Real food first, angel. Then we'll spend the whole day doing all kinds of vile things in the other room. I promise."

"Okay." She lets out a defeated sigh. "I suppose I need some food in my system to handle all that."

"Yeah, you do." I give her one last peck on her freckled nose before I slip out from below her, getting out of bed. I put on a loose-fitting shirt and boxers, then hand her one of each as well.

She raises an eyebrow, the corner of her lip tilting upward. "I brought my own clothes, you know."

"I like seeing you in my clothes. You'll wear this for now."

Her tongue darts out to trail over her bottom lip. "Yes, sir."

I don't miss the teasing in her tone. She was being snarky, but she doesn't know I like her even more that way.

By the time we're dressed and have moved to the kitchen downstairs, Luna comes to find us. She jumps onto the kitchen island, where Daisy sits, and immediately starts purring as she pets her.

I smile as I watch them. Luna is never this cuddly with anyone but me and my brother, and even with Landon it took her a while to warm up to him. It's like she's known Daisy for years.

"Coffee?" I ask when I grab two mugs from a cabinet above the counter.

"I don't really drink coffee. Too bitter. You got tea?"

"Sure." I fill a pot with water instead and put it on the stove, then get started on breakfast. I make pancakes with eggs and bacon on the side and squeeze some fresh orange juice. Daisy offers to assist, but I tell her to just sit back and relax. She's got a long day ahead.

But the little bouncing ball can't sit still and turns on the record player instead. Happy Together by The Turtles starts playing and she looks at me with a grin. I scramble the eggs in the pan absentmindedly, because I'm having a hard time dragging my eyes away from her.

" Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night. It's only right… " she sings as she moves closer, pointing her finger at me.

"You and me both," I mutter under my breath. This girl has been stuck in my head for what seems like an eternity now.

"What's that, Professor?" she asks knowingly, standing on her tiptoes and planting a quick kiss on my lips. Turning, she twirls through the kitchen, singing and dancing along to the song. When the chorus hits, I have to stifle my laughter as her voice catches. It could break glass.

" I can't see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life! When you're with me, baby, the skies will be blue for all my life… "

I watch her in awe, mesmerized by how free-spirited she is. So comfortable in her own skin, so unabashedly herself. We could all learn something from her.

She's a thrill. My drug.

I can't get enough.

By the time the record player clicks onto the next track, breakfast is ready, and we sit down at the dinner table. "Hmm. This smells delicious," Daisy hums as a waft of the steaming food hits her nostrils.

We eat comfortably as the music keeps playing, the sound of the record crackling behind us. We talk about everything and nothing at all, and once we've finished our food she comes over to my side of the table and sits on my lap.

Her lips find mine instantly, and I accept them happily. "I can't get enough of kissing you," I mumble. "I never knew something this soft could feel this good."

"Same," she admits, the word mixing with a soft moan. "I can't get enough of you . We're in trouble, Professor."

"I don't care anymore." I take her lower lip between my teeth and softly bite. "Nothing can keep me away from you. Nothing will stop me from claiming your body as my own. From claiming…" I swallow. "You."

I've lost my damn mind. It's like all the overwhelming feelings have spread through my limbs and put my brain on pause. I can't form coherent thoughts when she's near. Honestly, I don't think I've had any coherent thoughts ever since I started stalking her.

It's insanity, but it has never felt so good to lose my mind.

It doesn't take long before she completely straddles my lap and starts grinding her pussy over my throbbing cock. It's so easy to give in, but I want to give her the experiences of a lifetime, not fuck her like all those incompetent boys.

It's all or nothing.

"Meet me in the Red Room in thirty minutes." I almost choke out the words as I say them. "Get yourself ready."

She lets out a whine when she realizes that it means she has to stop rubbing her clit against me, but she eventually does as I say. "Yes, sir."

I nearly grind my teeth to dust when the pain in my cock becomes too much. I need to be inside her. Especially when she addresses me that way.

She gives me one last kiss on the lips before she tears herself away, leaving the kitchen. I hear her footsteps on the stairs as she runs up, and I quickly put away the dishes before getting myself ready.

My Red Room is completely blacked out, no windows to let in light. There are dimmed lights all around the room, and long candles in golden girandoles that I light with a match. I didn't get the chance to fully get the room ready yesterday because we were all over each other, but today I want to do it right.

When the thirty minutes have passed, Daisy comes walking through the doorway with a naughty, expectant grin. She put makeup on, the eyeshadow way darker than she usually wears it. Her hair falls backward, exposing bare shoulders with two bra straps.

My eyes look down, and I nearly lose my breath.

She's utter perfection.

All she's wearing is a lace set containing of a see-through white brassiere and matching panties. She's on bare feet, and I can't contain my smile when I watch her orange-painted toenails with green hearts on her big toes.

"You're one of a kind, little nymph. You're devastating," I say, my voice low and full of fervor. "You have become my muse, do you realize that?"

She bites her lip as she keeps standing there as if she's a piece of art in a gallery, just taking in all the admiration. "I'm Lester Gilbert's muse?" She lifts her left eyebrow. "I think I can die in peace now. I've made it."

A chuckle escapes my throat. I want to take her into my arms so I can kiss every inch of her beautiful body, but that will come after.

I reach out my hand for her to take. "It's time for your punishment now, angel. I still don't feel like we're even after everything you've put me through these past few weeks."

She takes my hand happily, excited about her coming punishment.

Christ . I think she was made for me.

I lead her to the middle of the room, then let go of her hand. "Get onto your knees."

She instantly does as I say, sinking to the floor until she rests her ass on the back of her feet, planting her hands on her lap like a perfect obedient sub.

I'm surprised at how good she is at obeying my orders. I wouldn't have guessed it. It's like she knows exactly what I like and want.

"Now bend over until you rest on your elbows," I order before I reach for a pink glass buttplug beside me. I watch as she takes her position, squeezing a generous amount of lube on my hand and the toy.

Sinking to my own knees, I watch her little asshole on perfect display, just for me. It's damn near torture that I'm not inside of it.

"Good girl," I praise. "You listen so well."

Rubbing a wet finger over her asshole, I start spreading the lube around as she lets out a shuddered breath. "I know what you need, Professor. I'll do anything for you."

That earns her a quick kiss on her ass cheek. I prep her well, pushing the lube inside. I take a glance at her pussy and it's already dripping and desperate to be fucked.

Placing the tip of the plug against her hole, I slowly push it inside, inch by inch. It's not a small one―about half the size of my cock. I know she's not a beginner when it comes to things like this.

"Oh, fuck," she moans as I fuck her with it, pushing it in, then taking it out. With each movement I go a little deeper until all that remains is the rose-shaped end.

"Beautiful," I say as I watch her ass thoroughly. Her back is perfectly arched, showing me everything she's got. "I think your other needy hole needs to be filled, too, doesn't it?"

She nods desperately. "Please, sir."

I smile in satisfaction as I get up from the floor and walk over to the wall of toys that are stored behind a layer of glass. Grabbing a red silicone dildo, I take it with me when I return back to Daisy, who is still in the same position, nearly vibrating with arousal and excitement.

Getting back down on my knees behind her, I slide the tip of the toy inside of her dripping cunt with ease. She's so goddamn wet it should be a crime.

A satisfied cry leaves her mouth as I push it deeper, easing it inside just like the buttplug. By the time it's all the way in, I wrap an arm around her waist and help her sit up, letting her straddle it as I stick the underside onto the ground.

"Both of your holes filled," I hum in satisfaction against her ear. "Such a filthy little girl."

"Fuck, Lester," she cries. "I'm going to explode already. It feels too good."

I tsk, leaning my head further down to lick a trail from her ear to the side of her neck. "You will not come until I say you can. Until I order you to. You'll keep everything inside, angel. Do you understand me?"

When she hesitates, I sink my teeth into her neck. A loud yelp escapes from her throat. "Yes, sir."

"Good." I lick the bite away with my tongue, soothing it as a reward. "I'm going to tie your wrists and legs together with rope. And you'll remain seated on this fake cock until I decide you deserve mine. I'm going to turn your back red with my leather whip until you scream, until you let those beautiful tears drip down your cheeks. You'll find freedom in the pain, my Diphylleia."

"I want it," she lets out on a desperate whine. "I want it so bad, Professor."

I plant another kiss on the side of her neck. "First comes pain, then comes pleasure. When you take your pain like a good little whore, I'll let you ride the dildo until you come. I want your screams, Daisy. I want your ecstasy, and your pain. Understood?"

"Yes," she chokes out. "Yes, sir."

I stand back up and pick a jute rope from the wall opposite us, before returning to Daisy. "I'm going to bind your legs now, angel. Calf to thigh, both sides. You'll remain still, no matter how long it takes."

When I start wrapping the rope around her legs, she looks down in admiration. "Those knots are beautiful. What's that called? Will you teach me one day?"

"Futomomo. A spiral. I can teach you, but you'll never get to use them on me, Daisy. I can't get tied up."

"Because you don't want to lose control?"

"It's not that I don't want to. It's that I can't ." I do my best to push the dark memories away. "It's not possible for me."

My fist wraps around the rope so tightly that my skin turns white, my heartrate speeding up. Before I can spiral just like the rope, she grabs my hand, smoothing her fingers over it. "That's okay. I like being tied up. We don't both have to like it. I like giving up control to you, Professor. It's all I want."

That grounds me, and I can resume my task comfortably, losing myself in the beautiful knots, turning Daisy into an even bigger work of art than she already is.

Once the rope is tied around both legs, her thighs and calves secured, I use the remaining length of the rope to bind her wrists to her lap.

I take a minute to admire her, not missing an inch. We meet eyes when mine dart up, and she sucks her lower lip into her mouth. Her pupils are wide from the adrenaline, and I can't resist getting a taste of her. My lips slam onto hers for a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues fighting and our tastes mingling. She tastes like the mint toothpaste I keep in the bathroom, mixed with her own sweetness.

I groan, taking her face between my hands to pull her closer. "It's time now, angel. Time to make you scream." She moans into my mouth in response. "Call your safe word at any time it's too much, okay?"

She nods, and I give her one last kiss before I get up and leave her there.

And then I set the sadist free. One of the demons that has materialized in my being, one that will never leave. It'll always be a part of me, integrated into my bones.

Once I hold the leather whip in my hands, smoothing it in my palm, I take place behind my little nymph. She's so still, you'd think she was a sculpture if it wasn't for her shallow, anticipating breaths.

"We're going to do ten, angel. After that, you'll get to make yourself come." My voice is a dark promise, the sound of it so low it sounds like I've smoked five cigars back to back. "And after that, it'll be my turn. Last night was nothing compared to what I'll do to you now, Camellia."