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The Tutor, Part 62
🕑 Added 2024-02-16 00:55:52 +0000 UTCAnnabelle’s emerald eyes were piercing as ever.
Maybe it just felt like that as I gazed up at her, after she had absolutely rocked my world. I wasn’t smitten or anything like that, though I definitely couldn’t deny that I would leap at the chance for a second round if she offered it.
Physical. That’s all it was. She was obviously good at pleasuring girls–pleasuring me–as an experienced young lesbian. The rest was just details. Maybe it was possible to be Annabelle’s tutor and get away with this at the same time? I was obviously still thinking with my body; just because I had been taken all the way back down from that incredible peak didn’t mean I had fully cooled off between my thighs. Minutes ago, I had been trying and failing to navigate the two of us away from this kind of activity and back towards the reason I had been hired in the first place. Surely I wasn’t thinking clearly if my new goal was to get more of the redhead I was currently tangled up with.
“You’re my pet,” Annabelle murmured. Not a question.
I nodded. While her words were more than enough to remind me of the collar around my neck, the motion of my nonverbal response made me further aware of the black leather.
Her hand was still resting on my womanhood, and her breasts were still gently pressed against my own. I was still way too much of a mess to say or do anything that wasn’t dictated by her.
Leaning in slightly, but not so much that it was signaling another kiss, Annabelle said, “You want to be collared and caged.”
Right. I did echo both of those ‘wants’ amidst the desire she had drawn out from my body. The truth was, I would have said just about anything after being edged for so long by the girl who seemed to have effectively learned my body in an impressively short amount of time. “Umm . . . ” Finding my voice for the first time since my moans reverberated through her lips, I wasn’t exactly sure what to say. Denying her felt like a bad idea, but also, what kind of statement was that? Collared, sure. I was literally wearing one. Caged? I had no idea what that meant.
Annabelle didn’t seem fazed in the slightest when it came to my hesitation. She just gently exhaled against my lips, then repeated herself, “Collared and caged, Mere. Yes?”
I wasn’t at all in a state necessary to recognize what she was doing. Since I had already given her a nod of my head, she was reframing the follow-up concept in a way that allowed me to do the same. Not even in a yes/no manner, either; she was just subtly fishing for a ‘yes,’ and I ended up giving it to her in the form of another small nod.
“Good girl.” Annabelle actually leaned in for a kiss this time, rewarding me for a moment beyond just the patronizing yet teasingly intimate words. Brushing against me first, she then gave me one of those increasingly familiar pecks where she lingered just long enough to make me try to get more by chasing her lips. Pulling back before I could actually get what I had baited into reaching for, she said, “Follow me, pet.”
Before I knew it, Annabelle was shifting her body and adjusting her weight so she could sit up. I briefly felt her backside on my thighs as she rocked back, and was given an eyeful of her bare breasts directly in front of me. What I didn’t anticipate missing was her warmth. The more Annabelle moved up and away from my still horizontal body, the colder I became; I was half tempted to pull her back down, except it was too late to do that by the time I realized just how much of my bare skin was on display now that she wasn’t lying on top of me. Aside from the sudden draft, I also had to face the fact that I was completely naked in her well lit living room.
Belatedly registering her words, I sat up myself. Blushing and averting my gaze as Annabelle stood there in nothing but her thong, shameless as ever in terms of not making the slightest attempt to cover herself, I couldn’t help but cup my own breasts with crossed hands. No matter how many times she asserted that ‘clothes are a construct,’ I still couldn’t personally connect with the mantra. Also, with a body like that, of course she could casually flaunt her nudity without a care in the world. By contrast, I felt a lot more awkward and self conscious about being so exposed without the distraction of everything we had been doing before.
She called me out immediately. “What are you doing, Mere?”
“I, umm-” A few potential responses raced through my mind, but none of them felt quite right. Not when Annabelle was already slightly judging me.
“I’ve already seen everything,” she reminded me, “And shy girls aren’t attractive. You’re not shy, are you?”
No. Of course not. Shaking my head in response, I reluctantly lowered my arms.
“Good girl. Now, come.”
Annabelle turned and walked away without another word. Following her was really the only option; sitting nearly naked on the sofa wouldn’t get me anywhere, and I didn’t want to imagine what the girl might say or do if she had to come back for me. Scrambling to my feet and speed walking in order to catch up, I couldn’t help but notice that Annabelle’s backside was as frustratingly perfect as the rest of her. Her thong did pretty much nothing to cover her ass, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy; mine wasn’t nearly as toned or well shaped. And how were her red locks still flawless after everything we just did together?
She led me into her bedroom. Stopping about halfway between the doorway and her bed, she swiveled on her heel and placed a hand on her hip as she waited for me to cross the threshold. My eyes were drawn to her bare chest right away. It wasn’t my fault; I just wasn’t used to being faced with such nudity from my own gender. Quickly glancing up to meet her eyes, hoping that she didn’t notice my momentary staring, I had to make a conscious effort to keep my hands by my sides.
“You said you wanted to be collared and caged, pet,” she said. Annabelle gestured to the other side of the room.
My eyes widened as I saw what she was referencing.
There was a kennel set up in the corner.
