by Louisa Bacio
“No, silly, that you didn’t hate him.”
“But he left. I can’t believe I screwed everything up so much,” Clarissa said.
The next thing Lucy said was going to be hard for her. If she could stop whatever would result from her words, she would. Instead, she needed to be honest and accept the consequences. Beneath her palms, Clarissa’s hair felt like the softest satin. It shined, picking up the variance of blonde tones.
“Actually, he didn’t,” she admitted. “Leave, that is. I’ve got him all set up in his room, and he’ll be starting the program. With you. With us.”
“What? Really?” She sat up, and her eyes widened, and Lucy’s heart sank a bit further. “How’s that going to work?”
“It’s new territory for me. We’ll work out more specifics later, but we have some other things to go over. First, what were you thinking? When you enrolled in the school as a student, you told everyone it was under the direction of your fiancé, and when something happened between us, you led me to believe you were available. Which was the truth? Did you think I’d never find out about your fiancé?”
Tears spilled from Clarissa’s eyes, and she worried her lower lip. Despite not wanting to hurt her, Lucy refused to back off. This time, she needed an answer before they went any further.
“It’s just that… I don’t know. I didn’t want to face that it was all over. For a while, that’s all I could think about—getting away. Then after I met you, and was so happy, it was easy to not think about what I left behind. I kept putting it off. I was afraid if I contacted him, he’d find me.”
“Find you? So you didn’t come here on his recommendation? That was a lie?”
“Not directly. He’d mentioned it at one time, in passing. But when I left, I just disappeared—walked away from my life.”
“But you were going to have to tell him eventually. This isn’t like you. Today should have been your wedding day. You left him standing at the altar?”
Although it’s exactly what had happened, Lucy had a hard time believing the loving woman she knew could act so cruelly.
“It’s not like he wouldn’t know… I mean, in our families, everyone knows everybody and everything. Mario and I saw each other almost every day. Once I left, he would have known that the wedding was off. There was no altar. Although we picked today’s date, it’s not like we had a church reserved, and a few days ago I sent him a note.”
“Ah, I see. That’s what brought him here.” Did knowing this make the situation any better? In some ways, yes, but Lucy wasn’t sure it did entirely. “What do you want to do from here?”
“I keep being asked that, and I don’t have an answer.”
The silence that followed echoed throughout the room until Lucy couldn’t stand it any longer. “Do you want me to leave?” she asked.
“Where would you go?” Clarissa said, drawing farther away. “Don’t be ridiculous. This is your home. Do you want me to leave?”
“Never.”
To prove a point, or simply to make them both feel better, Lucy leaned forward and kissed Clarissa. Her soft, plush lips tasted salty like her tears. The other woman sighed against her. They knew this feeling, this connection. No matter what else was happening outside of the two of them, this physical coming together remained true.
Clarissa’s mouth opened, and Lucy grasped the opportunity to sweep her tongue inside, dipping into the other woman’s mouth, exploring and memorizing each feeling as if it would be the last time they kissed. She remembered the first.
The passion turned frenzied, and Clarissa caressed Lucy’s breasts through the bustier. She flicked her finger between the leather and Lucy’s skin, tantalizing her nipple. She’d been on edge all day, and dealing with Mario hadn’t been easy. He was so attractive and powerful, and she understood why Clarissa had a hard time letting go. And yet, she couldn’t think of Clarissa with anybody else, without Lucy. With a growl of possessiveness, Lucy clung to the physical consolation her lover offered, and then she pulled back.
“Did I say you had the right to touch me?” she asked, switching into her Mistress mode.
“What? I thought we were…” Clarissa said, as the meaning of Lucy’s words clearly washed over her.
“No matter what you say, you still should have told me. Right?”
Clarissa looked downward, her pale blonde hair cascading around her face. Lucy grabbed her chin and tilted it up. “I want you to look at me until I tell you otherwise. Understand.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Do you get that even though I love you, I’m still angry with you? What you did was wrong.”
“Yes, Ms. Lucy.”
The more Lucy talked, the further Clarissa shifted into her fallback submissive role. She may not want to make a choice, but going forward, she’d have to decide. Lucy would give her a little leeway, but ultimately she’d have to pick Lucy or Mario.
“Do you think you’re going to need a lesson to remember?” Lucy asked.
“Yes, Ms. Lucy.”
Good. Much easier when the participant came willingly. “Then let’s go to the playroom.”
She took her lover’s hand, and led her down the hall, away from the living room and kitchen area. The playroom wasn’t a “dungeon” she kept locked. They were at a sex school, come on! And it wasn’t painted red. But sometimes, rather than visiting one of the public university rooms, Lucy preferred some more private play time.
A whimper escaped from Clarissa’s mouth as the door swung open. Wouldn’t it be fun to include Mario in the punishment too?
Lucy pushed aside the thought for another day.
“Is there any other way to make it up to you?” Clarissa asked as they crossed the threshold.
“In the future, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of ways to make it up to me,” Lucy explained. “Right now, though, it’s about teaching you a lesson—one you won’t easily forget. Maybe you’ll take into account other people’s feelings, and not only your own.”
Clarissa’s mouth hung open. “You’ve never been this mad at me before…” She stroked the tips of her fingers down Lucy’s bare arm.
The headmistress yanked her arm away. “Fortunately, you haven’t given me reason to until now. I’m disappointed in you.” She spoke honestly. The woman Lucy loved would never be so heartless.
“You don’t understand the pressure,” Clarissa argued.
Lucy grabbed Clarissa’s arm and brought it behind her, pulling her taut against Lucy’s body. She worked her other hand under the material of Clarissa’s bustier, finding the nipple and squeezing down.
“I know all about pressure,” Lucy said. “Don’t start telling me what I do, and don’t, know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I sure hope so, because it’s best to stagger these lessons out so you don’t get overwhelmed.”
In the time Clarissa had been enrolled at the school, her role had changed greatly, from student to the partner of the university’s founder. She could have overstepped her bounds at any point in time. It was only now that Clarissa’s indiscretions were coming to light. It was the now that had to be dealt with.
Lucy stripped her lover and bound her to the padded bench. Clarissa lay on her back, as comfortable as possible, with each ankle tied down. Rather than above her head, Lucy secured Clarissa’s arms out to her sides. She wanted her to have staying power, because Clarissa had plenty of thinking to do.
Making a show of her actions, Lucy walked to the toy closet. “Since you’re having such a difficult time deciding if you want cock in your life, I think you need a reminder,” she said. One by one, she picked up each vibrator or butt plug and held it up so Clarissa got a good eyeful. Judging by her moaning, she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of any of them.
“Too bad we don’t have a Clone-a-Willy of Mario,” Lucy remarked. “If you’re missing him that much, we could have one made through Adam and Eve.”
“Please. Why order when I can have the real thing anytime I
want?”
Lucy turned to glare at Clarissa. She felt one eyebrow arched on its own, and Clarissa cringed.
“In the position you’re in right now, I wouldn’t be teasing me too much,” Lucy warned.
Bypassing the vibrating and glass ones, she drew out a realistic dildo. Not too oversized—not made in the image of a porn star—but definitely big enough to be noticeable. At first, Clarissa wouldn’t think much of it, maybe even find it pleasant, but in due time…
To help her along, Lucy grabbed the lube and generously coated the outside of the toy. “How are you feeling?” Lucy asked. She slid her fingers into Clarissa, slowly massaging her clit.
“Mmmm, much better now.” The vixen lifted her hips, angling her ass to encourage Lucy to increase the stimulation.
“Like that, do you, baby?”
“You know I do. You make me so hot.”
Lucy worked the faux-cock in and out of her lover, watching her lower lips spread and take in the rubber head and close when she pulled it out. In and out. The muscles on Clarissa’s thighs tightened as Lucy increased the speed, building up the sensations.
“Tell me what you want?” Lucy said. They’d played this game so many times, but right now, she wanted to hear something different. She needed Clarissa to tell her that Lucy was it—her only love. That no one else made her feel the way Lucy did.
Forget the consequences. She might have just let Mario into the school, but as headmistress, she could see him escorted out.
“I want you to fuck me,” Clarissa said. “I want you to make me come.”
Any other day, that would be all Lucy wanted too.
She gave a few more thrusts, and pushed the dildo deep into Clarissa. The woman sat up, straining against the bonds.
“Not tonight,” Lucy said. “Tonight, you need to think about what you want in the future. Not just right now.”
“But Lucy,” Clarissa whined. She didn’t do well with pleasure deprivation. She was the type of person who needed to be in a relationship. That was probably the major reason she’d never called off the engagement with Mario. Well, officially.
Sure, keep thinking that. It’s not like she loved him and couldn’t imagine a life without him.
Stupid internal conscience. Lucy had to shut it off. She didn’t need even more self-doubt. She moved up toward Clarissa’s head, trailing her hand along Clarissa’s naked body.
“Warm enough? Need a blanket?”
“You’re not going to leave me here, are you?” Clarissa asked, panic rising in her voice. “For how long?”
“For as long as it takes,” Lucy said. “The position you’re putting me and Mario in isn’t fair. It’s affecting all of our lives. Before classes start tomorrow, I want you to spend some time thinking about what you may want to do.”
Lucy leaned over and kissed Clarissa. Her lover’s soft lips opened, and Lucy drank in her eagerness to please. The problem wasn’t that Clarissa was no longer interested in only being with Lucy. Once they were together, everything was fine. But doubting what could happen over a lifetime was what got to Lucy. She left Clarissa naked and alone to think about her actions. Sure, Ms. Lucy would rather have had some sexual free time, but Clarissa didn’t deserve it. She didn’t even get to pleasure Lucy.
Chapter Five
“Are you willing to push through the pain, in order to find the center of your pleasure?”
Without a word spoken, the manta of Clarissa’s mistress repeated in her head. Gritting her teeth and determined, she hunkered down for the long haul. The long hours of the night passed slowly as she lay tied to the workout bench in Lucy’s private playroom. Despite the cushioned bench, her muscles ached from remaining in the same position for so long, and even more honestly, she longed for sexual release. Clarissa’s legs were splayed wide. Ms. Lucy had inserted an oversized dildo into her before leaving. If only she could move, ever so slightly in order to give herself some sort of friction, she knew she could come so easily. If only.
Over the next few hours, she went into a zone and drifted in and out of sleep. Sometimes, she dreamed of Mario and his wide grin, as he held her arms together with one of his large hands above her head and thrust into her, keeping her on the edge edge of coming until they were both more than ready. Other times, she fantasized about Ms. Lucy’s sweet tenderness and her lush curves. Before meeting Lucy, Clarissa had never been with a woman.
She’d never considered it a possibility.
In the top corner of the room, the red light on the stationary camera clicked on. Someone watched her, waiting until the moment she begged for release. Clarissa didn’t feel like begging… yet. Giving in would be inevitable. Bu, it was all part of the game. The longer she held out, the better the orgasm. And she’d prove to herself that she possessed the stamina needed, the control she craved in order to fully succeed.
Thinking of Ms. Lucy watching her, Clarissa became even more turned on. She wished her hands were free so she could give the viewer more of a show. She’d readily twist her nipples and grind her pelvis into the air. Fuck herself with the pseudo-cock. The deliciousness of the thoughts increased the blood flow in her pelvic area.
She’d grown more than fond of Lucy and the time they spent together. Times like this, though, she missed the overwhelming feeling of being stretched open by a warm, flesh cock. Quickly, she thought about the taboo subject of her fiancé Mario, and how perfectly he fit into her. That was what Lucy wanted, right? Why she let him into the couples program. She’d be seeing him in a few short hours. What sort of wicked games did Lucy have planned?
Heat burned her cheeks, and at that moment she swore if Lucy was watching her, she’d know exactly what Clarissa was thinking. She’d see into her heart. The first time she’d made love with Mario, it literally felt like coming home. They’d been friends for so long, it might have been awkward. Few friends are able to transition into lovers. But no, it was natural.
Too bad choosing to be with him also would literally mean going home, and she had no intention, or desire, to return to New York, and the family, anytime soon.
She’d taken the chicken way out and hadn’t talked to Mario or any of her family members. After she’d sent word that she’d left, she’d asked for privacy and ignored all calls and emails—not that the school actually let its students spend time on the computer, but there were certain extenuating circumstances where she was concerned. She owed it to Mario to break it off. But something within her heart wouldn’t let her make that call. Being with Ms. Lucy made her happy, and content, but she equated Mario with safety, her fallback. They’d known each other since birth. Their fathers were the best of friends, and business partners. They understood each other’s overprotective Italian families.
Returning to Mario meant returning to her roots, and she’d been totally uprooted and planted afresh. Lucy had become her soil—rich, strong, and as loving as mother earth. Yet, often, a budding tree needed some of the old in order to survive in the new surroundings, and her soul called to Mario. He was her grounding element. If only it was possible to possess both.
“You know you’re not going to win,” Clarissa called out to the silent camera. “You can’t force me to do anything I don’t want to.”
That wasn’t the point, was it? Lucy’s goal was to make her do what she wanted. If she could only come, maybe she’d think better? Focus.
Right. Lucy knew what she was doing. She always did. Sometimes, she was a little bit too perfect. She kept her emotions in check. Despite how much Clarissa knew Lucy cared about it, she always felt like she held something back.
Lucy acted as though if Clarissa was gone, she’d go on. It might be a minor blip of adjustment, but nothing that would have long-term effects. Mario, though—look at the lengths he’d already gone through to find her.
Sure, he was a strong man, but he acted as if he needed Clarissa in order to survive, and honestly, she liked that.
* * *
The quick assault of light stung Cl
arissa’s eyes, and she squeezed them shut tight.
“I know you’re awake,” Lucy said. “Despite trying to fall asleep myself, I can’t stop thinking of you in here.” She stroked Clarissa’s chin.
Feeling the love, she opened her eyes. Lucy hadn’t come empty-handed. She bore a gift in the shape of a lit red candle, and she wasn’t simply lighting her way or adding an ambiance to lighten the mood.
“Next step?” Clarissa asked, any remaining tiredness whisked away. She focused on the candle, watching the wax build. Although she knew it wasn’t a real candle, but one made for wax play that wouldn’t burn as hot on the body, her anticipation skyrocketed. Any second now…
The hot wax brought a flash of pain and quickly dissipated. She sucked in a breath. Ms. Lucy held the taper at an angle above Clarissa’s chest. She watched the drip grow bigger and bigger until it dropped, and a second later it splashed against her stomach.
“Damn, that hurts so good,” she said.
Ever so slightly, Lucy shifted her hand upward, targeting right below her lover’s rib cage. In a moment, she’d be at her nipples, Clarissa thought. She barely felt the next two droplets because she couldn’t stop concentrating on what was to come.
“Haven’t learned a lesson yet, have you, ma cherie?” Lucy said. “You gotta start living in the moment.”
Something clicked behind Lucy’s back, and the dildo in her pussy started vibrating. She’d forgotten all about it. Well, not really. It was impossible to push completely out of her mind, but the fact it offered different speeds wasn’t at the forefront of her worries.
“Fuu-uck me,” Clarissa shouted.
“Why, that’s exactly the idea,” Ms. Lucy teased. “When we have bad little girls like you. Lying to me. Stringing both of us along. I don’t know what you expect.”
The candle tipped, and red, velvet-scented wax streaked across her pale pink nipples, turning them into blazing roses.
Her pleasure level spiked, and Clarissa yanked against the restraints in her climax. Her torso twisted from one side to the other as curls of tension unfurled and spread into her limbs. She floated, weightless in spirit, overcome with emotion. Tears slid down the sides of her face. Not from the pain, but the release.