1. Strict Tutor


    Date: 12/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Elochai644, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    The afternoon began with the two of us entering my old university library. We walked hand in hand, without a word, though I distinctly remember catching your eye and smiling at you, squeezing your hand as I did so. I was dressed in dark dress shoes, black suit pants and a black collared shirt, sleeves rolled up, my tattoos contrasting with my professional demeanour. You were wearing a grey cardigan, buttoned up, over a white blouse and a red and black tartan skirt, slightly shorter than would be normally acceptable. This, alongside your long white socks and black heels attracted more than their fair share of glances. You had a black backpack on your back, and I was carrying a suitcase. I placed my hand on the small of your back, and guided you through the library. It was a winding journey, and the longer we walked, the fewer people were around. I took a detour through a a row of bookshelves, and abruptly I gripped your waist, whirling you around and pressing you back into the stack. As you gasped in surprise, I pounced and bit your lower lip, crashing my weight against yours. My tongue sought yours, slipping into your mouth and enjoying your moan as your legs parted, allowing me to press closer against you. Just as you began to melt into me, and your hands moved to the back of my neck, I broke away and smirked at you. I took your hand once again and pulled you away, with slightly more urgency in my step this time. Further and further we walked, and the library grew quieter as ...
    we passed fewer and fewer people. Finally, I stopped at a sturdy wooden door at the end of the corridor. Producing a key from my pocket, I turned the handle and ushered you inside without a word. Closing the door behind us, I surveyed the room - a sparse study room, with only two desks and two chairs. Your eyes scanned the room and came to rest upon me, and your face lit up with that same mischievous smile that makes my heart soar. "Sit. Book open. We're here to study, don't forget." I manage to say in a flat, even tone, hiding my own eagerness. Internally, however, I was practically trembling with excitement. As you moved to a desk and leaned into your seat, I allowed my eyes to travel over your body - admiring your long slender legs wrapped in those white thigh-high socks. As you sat, I craned my neck to gain a glimpse of your thighs as your skirt shifted. You noticed the movement of my head and caught my eye, holding the same position and 'adjusting' your skirt, allowing me the briefest glimpse of your soft pale skin, and for the barest of seconds, something else. Something atop your socks. Something black, and strappy. My breath caught in my throat for a moment, and my fists clenched in response. I cleared my throat and attempted to continue in a broken voice. "Now, where did we leave off last time?" I was tutoring you in history, and perhaps unsurprisingly, I was a rather strict tutor. I placed my suitcase on the desk next to you, and paced around the room, hands behind ...
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