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The Tutor, Part 61
🕑 Added 2024-01-28 02:35:19 +0000 UTCAny lingering reservations and hesitations I was holding onto were absolutely shattered when Annabelle started driving me towards the edge.
She wasn’t teasing any more, either. I could barely breathe as she worked me closer and closer to the peak that was now my sole focus. My hips lifted off the sofa and thrusted towards her, trying to get more of the pleasurable sensations her soft hand was giving me. I didn’t care if it made me appear slutty or desperate or whatever. My body wanted what it wanted, and Annabelle would be able to read me whether I tried to play it cool or not. Besides, my gasps and moans against her ear would be telling enough regardless.
“Say it, Mere,” she murmured. Her fingers let up just enough to threaten the idea of what I would lose if she decided to slow down or leave me entirely.
My body arched up even more as I attempted to get back what I had before, practically trying to hump her hand. Annabelle certainly had my number, and I didn’t care that she knew it. I just wanted what all of this had been leading towards, and . . . right, she wanted me to say something. It took every ounce of my focus to remember what she had recently demanded of me, as I really was that clouded by lust. “I’m your pet,” I belatedly said in a breathy exhale.
Apparently that was enough for her to get back to the perfect rhythm from before. “Good girl,” she whispered. Pressing her lips against my ear and giving another one of those soft yet effective nibbles, all while keeping things going with her fingers below, Annabelle said, “And what do you call me?”
For a moment, I thought this was going to be it. My breath hitched and my entire body tensed up for what felt like what would be the first orgasm by another girl’s hand–not counting my own, of course. That is, until she dramatically decreased her pace again. “F-fuck!” I groaned. Apparently she was still teasing me. And it was so much worse now that I had been shown just how good she was, and just how close she could get me without actually giving me the ultimate satisfaction I craved.
“Think, Mere,” she said, “You’re a tutor, aren’t you? Use that big brain of yours. What do you call me, pet?”
It took me a few seconds to register what she was asking, and another moment to come up with the answer. “Ms. Annabelle,” I quietly said. My eyes were dangerously close to fluttering open, until I felt her shift inside me in a way that caused my head to tilt back and gently moan. “Please. I need-”
“You need to behave,” Annabelle said, cutting me off with both her voice and a few deft movements of her fingertips, “You’re my pet, yes? You want to be collared and caged?”
“Yes, Ms. Annabelle.” Anything, if it meant getting off.
“Totally obedient?”
“Yes, Ms. Annabelle.”
Annabelle shifted away from my ear and trailed her lips across my cheek until she was poised to kiss me again. Brushing her lips against mine in that usual almost-initiating way, she demanded the same as before, “Say it, Mere. With my name. What are you?”
This time, it wasn’t just my pelvis that was being baited towards the tempting redhead. I immediately leaned up and tried to kiss her, only to fall for the same trap as always. Fuck. “I’m your pet, Ms. Annabelle!” I hastily said.
“You want to be collared,” she echoed. Not a question.
“I want to be collared, Ms. Annabelle,” I said, no longer thinking through the ramifications in the slightest.
“You want to be caged.”
“I want to be caged, Ms. Annabelle.”
“You want to be totally obedient.”
“Mmm- I want to be t-totally obedient . . . Ms. Annabelle.”
I had been trying so hard to keep my voice level, which proved to be impossible when I could barely make it five or ten seconds without a stifled moan escaping my lips. Normally I wasn’t so reserved with my bedroom noises, but this was a special case. The more proper and ‘straight’ Meredith was still trying her very best to split the difference between what I should be doing on the sofa with Annabelle vs. what was actually transpiring.
With no warning, Annabelle’s lips crashed into mine. I didn’t stand a chance. My body took over, reciprocating the kiss without a second thought. Deeply making out with the girl above me, arching up into her bare chest as she rubbed those perfect breasts against my own less impressive curves, I braced myself for the impending release.
This time, there was no tease.
She was a fucking expert, too. I wasn’t sure if it was because she had experience pleasuring other girls, or if she had simply figured me out that quickly; honestly, I didn’t care. I was too busy exploding as she worked me to my peak and beyond. No longer holding back my moans, though they were muffled in a different sense as her lips remained locked with mine along the way, I squeaked and squirmed and lost any semblance of control I had left as Annabelle gave me the best orgasm of my entire life.
It was a long ride, too. Once I reached the top, Annabelle managed to suspend me up there as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. She then took me all the way down, playing against both my movements and my sexual energy until I was completely breathless. The only thing that was moving at the end of it all was my chest as I tried to retrieve what oxygen I could as I settled back down onto the sofa. Of course, each breath was another reminder of Annabelle’s warmth, as we were still flush above the waist.
Annabelle knew exactly what buttons to push, literally and figuratively. After all was said and done, she was still making the effort to cool me down in a way no partner had ever done before. Gentle kisses that echoed the incredible passion from before, idle traces of her fingertips as she remained present between my thighs as we transitioned to some iteration of ‘cuddling.’ There had to be a better word for it, as that’s certainly not what we were technically doing. Annabelle was still on top, and our dynamic was still pretty clear in both the way we were positioned as well as everything I had just affirmed amidst the frustration of being relentlessly edged.
“Look at me, pet,” Annabelle quietly demanded. She pulled back from my lips enough that I could tell she’d be gazing down at me the moment I opened my eyes.
The moment I did that, however, I would have to face reality. That I just let a girl fuck me, and that it was more apparent than I ever that I was not nearly as straight as I had previously believed. I was aware that hiding in the darkness of my eyelids was a pretty dumb form of denial, considering that Annabelle’s voice alone was enough to remind me who I was with, not to mention all the softness and warmth I could feel below my neck.
After a quiet inhale and a nervous lip bite, I reluctantly did as I was told, even though I would probably never be truly ready to face the young redhead smirking down at me.
