Page 54 of See Me After Class

"What—"

"Did we say you could talk, pet?"

Dessie shut up immediately.

Leon carefully bound her wrists. She bit her lip and tried to keep her breathing steady as I leaned in close, my breathwhispering against her ear. "I want you to relax, Dessie. Consider this an examination," I murmured, my voice a rumble.

Dessie shuddered. "Viktor," she whispered. "Tell me why I'm here."

"You know why you're here, pet."

My fingers traced along her jawline and down her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I began kissing her neck, my lips soft and warm, my stubble rough against her sensitive skin. I nipped at her earlobe, sending a river of shivers down her spine. "You are completely at my mercy now, aren't you?" I smiled against her skin.

"I'm going to undress you," I told her softly. I unzipped the chain and pulled down the bodycon dress she wore, impatiently tossing it to the far end of the room. Even in the pitch black, her skin shimmered. From the back, Leon inhaled a sharp breath.

My hands trembled slightly as I undid the clasps on her bra and removed it.

I trailed my fingers down her chest, over her collarbone, and lower, down to her breastbone, eliciting tiny gasps as I brushed her bare nipples. She arched her back involuntarily, leaning in as my hands moved lower, toying with the waistband of her panties before I slid them down her thighs.

"Do you know why I wanted to blindfold you tonight, Dessie?" My breath was hot on her skin, lips pressed against hers. She shook her head no in response. "I want to give you an anatomy lesson." I chuckled darkly. "First lesson, the clitoris."

I stepped back. "Take over, Leon."

Leon muttered something under his breath and leaned down. He positioned his upper torso between her legs and opened his mouth.

"Fuck," Dessie cried out as Leon's tongue traced her slit. She shivered as he circled her entrance before brushing against the small nub of flesh that made her gasp.

Her hips bucked off the table, but the binds on her hands limited her movement. She trembled under the onslaught of sensations. "That's right," he murmured. "You're mine to play with now."

Then, she felt him part her folds, exposing her to the cool air. His fingers teased at her entrance, tracing circles around her tight ring of muscles. She writhed, wanting more, needing... him. "You're not ready yet," he said, his voice low. "Viktor?"

"Say no more."

Who is this? I'm not talking or acting like myself. I feel like a depraved, lecherous monster has taken over my skin. Maybe I was this person all along. Maybe all the monster needed to come alive was Dessie.

It didn't matter. I wasn't about to back away.

I got to working on her. When I was done, she was lying on the table, tilted slightly upward at an angle. Her arms were restrained by straps at the sides, and her feet were bound to stirrups, held apart in the air.

She was completely exposed to the three of us.

"Please," she whined. "Let me go."

It was John who spoke this time. "I'm afraid we can't, Dessie. You must be punished."

"What have I done?" she asked petulantly.

"The question is… how many of us have you done?" John fired back at her, growling as he spoke. "You're going to learn the biggest lesson of your life in this theater."

I took my finger and traced it around her pussy. "This, Dessie, is an anatomy lesson for the books."

She eased into my touch. "Very well then, Viktor. Educate me."

That sly little…

I stifled the smile that threatened to rise on my lips. Instead, I made my voice clinical, the way I would during a lecture. Itouched the rim around the hole, examining it with as much nonchalance as I possibly could. "Your clitoris is of primary interest to the observers in this room, Miss Davenport. It sits within the two lips of the labia. It is, oddly, a useless organ, but during intercourse, it might become engorged, as is the case with the breasts as well."

"Are you?—"

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