Page 1 of Group Studies

Chapter 1

My knees sank into the plush pillows lining the floor of Professor Garnet’s office. I strained against the silk ropes crisscrossing my body, ending with my hands bound at the base of my spine. Every time I moved, knots brushed either side of my clit, sending sparks of pleasure deep into my core.

“I’m done,” Saffron said huskily from behind me.

“Don’t touch her,” Professor Garnet instructed. His gaze devouring my every move.

I looked away from the ruby red of his rims to his messed thick brown hair, brushing his lashes. Lanky fit muscles disappeared into his loose linen pants as he towered over me.

He ran a hand over the large bulge in his pants. “This is an exercise in control for all of us.”

Saffron snorted, slightly killing the mood, but Professor Garnet’s heated eyes drew me in once more. He ghosted his fingers past my stiff nipples without touching me. “Deep breaths. You’ve got this.”

“I don’t got this,” I whispered.

After three weeks of extra tutoring, I still didn’t have any control, and we both knew it. Although I’d not forced my magic into another student, just looking at the professor lowered the failing barrier I was now positive Damon created. I badly wanted to use my magic like everyone else, but every instinct told me to push when the world pulled.

A shiver ran down my heat flushed body. If I didn’t start pulling, the MA would put me down for good.

Saffron gently strummed the ropes binding me, and lust took control of my thoughts. Every little knot pressed into my sensitive joints and vibrated, adding to the inferno already making my pussy pulse with need. My magic tingled, ready to burst. I’d never had this much power under my skin before.

The specialized knotting was supposed to be a physical representation of control. But even after a month of therapy and mental gymnastics, the well of power living under the MA’s clasps searched for an outlet.

I needed an outlet.

“Good, Aphy,” Professor Garnet said. “Saffron, tag in.”

I sank into a mage trance, desperate to stay in control. In front of me, Professor Garnet’s outline swirled with ruby red magic shaped like a network of cables. Saffron soon joined him. He stood almost a foot shorter than the professor. His magical circulatory system beat with banana yellow, too light compared to his bright bumblebee yellow rims.

The two passed each other as they switched places and I relaxed a little, coming out of my mage trance. Although my magic still strained, I’d never accidentally transferred into anyone but Professor Garnet. Unless the two students who made my Shell counted, but as far as anyone could tell, I’d not forced my magic in them. That had been something else, something dark I wasn’t willing to try and recreate.

Despite Saffron’s earlier snort, the Greek God stood naked before me. My nickname suited him perfectly. Hard muscle, slightly more defined than the professor’s, corded his body and fit his square jaw. His blonde hair still looked perfectly styled and the downturn of his lips gave him a sour expression. Even when he didn’t intend to frown.

He gripped his sizable erection and dragged it along the silk ropes holding my breasts apart before kneeling, mimicking my position on the cushions. His dick pressed into my belly button, forcing a groan from his lips, as he rubbed his hand up and down his length.

“Feel your magic,” Professor Garnet instructed. “Don’t let it control you.”

Saffron ran his hands up my sides and gripped my rib cage. His thumbs rubbed, grazing the underside of my breasts. Precum slid against my stomach as he strained for friction. I tried to lift my hips, anything to feel his length between my thighs. Instead, the knots squeezed my clit. I gasped.

Saffron grinned before leaning forward and capturing me in a needy kiss.

Suddenly, the thin barrier keeping my magic back broke. The pleasure torturing my body doubled, making me cry out with joy as power surged out of me and into Saffron. I twitched, my muscles tensing in anticipation before a climax pushed me over the edge, utterly unrelated to the need pulsing between my legs.

Weeks of pent-up magic rushed from me into the Greek God. Tears ran down my cheeks and I moaned, desperate to double the sensation with something physical between my legs.

Saffron’s grip on my rib cage tightened, and one of his hands slid to my lower back. He still didn’t fill me.

Instead, his dick slid up and against my clit as he crushed us together, dominating my mouth with his.

The MA’s clasps burned my wrists, the heat increasing as my magic flowed freely into the man pleasuring me. I barely felt them through waves of magic-driven passion.

Saffron released my mouth and growled, kissing down my neck to sink his teeth into the soft skin at its base.

I moaned, straining forward.

His bite turned into sucking and nibbling. The knots tightened, rubbing and sending little spikes of pleasure down my bound arms.

The painful burning on my wrists became too much to ignore and despite the pleasure assaulting me, I screamed. Hot melted flesh began to run across my palms, destroying my euphoria.

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