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Kara almost skips up to Sean the next day, catching him leaving his Spanish class. Before he can say anything she smiles smugly and says “Well I did it, I had a casual fling, yesterday.”
Sean’s eyebrows rise in surprise “No fucking way Chalmers. I would have heard about it.”
“Not if it was a certain history prof” retorts Kara. Poor Sean he looks genuinely surprised but also mildly impressed.
“You slept with Beeker! Jeez Chalmers, didn’t know you had it in you.” Kara decided that Sean didn’t strictly need to know that it was just a blow job.
“So now that I’ve proven that I can absolutely do casual, how about we hang at your place tonight?” before Sean can reply Kara walks off with a smirk of her own.
As she walks away Sean calls out “You’re on Chalmers! Expect a surprise in your dorm by the end of the day!”
—
Kara happily walks back to her dorm. She finally shocked that handsome jerk. Tonight was going to be amazing, she could just feel it. Sure, she’d let Sean be the dominant one in their interactions so far, but maybe tonight she’d finally get a chance to turn the tables. Maybe he’d be the one on his knees begging for release. She got to her door and had almost forgotten that Sean had a surprise waiting for her when Sandy opened the door eagerly.
“Finally! You’re here! A package arrived for you this afternoon” Sandy said as she let Kara inside practically bouncing “I’ve had a boring day of lectures, I’m dying to know what’s inside.”
Sure enough, on her bed there was a red matte box a bit bigger than a shoe box. In black text on the top there was simply “Ms Chalmers.”
Kara’s heart jumped and she blushed. Whatever Sean had in there, surely it was going to be embarrassing. Maybe she could sneak a peak in the bathroom without Sandy seeing. Kara picks up the box, it’s pretty light, and looks over to the bathroom but Sandy has read her mind.
“Not a chance missy! That’s from Sean isn’t it?” demands Sandy
Kara tries to look innocent. Sandy had no idea she’d slept with Sean. Kara knew that secretly Sandy was a bit upset when Sean ended their fling and didn’t know how to tell her best friend.
“You have no poker face Kara Chalmers” teases Sandy “It’s a classic Sean move. I heard he sometimes does think when he likes a girl. So open it. Open it now!”
Kara gently lays the box on the bed, her heart going a mile a minute. She gently lifts off the lid. Underneath there is some light red crepe paper which she moves aside.
“Oh my” gasps Sandy over Kara’s shoulder
In the box is some of the scantiest lacy black lingerie that Kara had seen in her life. She blushes deeply. She lifts the bra – if you can call it that – up by her finger tips and a small note falls out.
Wear Me.
Kara swallows. This is just like Sean to dictate what she wears on the date. She could just ignore the note, but knowing him if she wasn’t dressed accordingly he wasn’t going to let her in the door. Fuck.
“It’s ok” chimes in Sandy helpfully “you can wear that and borrow my trench coat to wear over the top. It’s technically not breaking the rules.”
Sandy clearly knew how Sean was about rules. Was he like this with all his flings? Sandy seemed to read the question on her face and shrugged. Kara sighs and goes to enter the shower to start getting ready.
“Oh hey, Kara there is something else in here!”
What now? Kara thinks to herself as Sandy hands her a small silk bag.
“This was under the thong” says Sandy as Kara opens the bag.
Inside is a cherry red ball gag.
Fuck me Kara thinks to herself. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
—
Kara pulls up to Sean’s house in her tiny hatchback. She’s wearing black stiletto heels, Sandy’s trench and yes, the skimpy lingerie that Sean sent her. Back at her dorm, she had tried putting the ball gag on, but as she brought it up to her lips the idea of wearing it filled her with revulsion. She was not that girl. Possibly, naively, she wondered if she could talk Sean around on that one.
She parks the car in his driveway and walks to the front door. Moments after she presses the doorbell he’s at the door, greeting her with a smile. He’s casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Kara goes to enter the house but Sean’s arm is barring entry. Wordlessly, he raises an eyebrow.
“I’m wearing what you sent me” Kara snaps “under the trench. And I couldn’t very well wear the gag walking up your driveway.”
“What would the neighbors think?” replies Sean feigning a scandalized face. He reaches into her trench coat pocket and pulls out the ball gag.
“Are you going to let me in or not?”
“Drop the trench coat” demands Sean suddenly, his expression hardening.
“W-what, I’ll take it off inside, ok? Someone might see-“
“Now.”
Kara’s eye’s meet Sean’s, she realizes he’s not joking. She looks over her shoulder, fortunately the street is deserted. With trepidation but more than a little excitement she unties the trench coat and lets it slip off her shoulders to the ground. Sean smiles and takes her in. The skimpy lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination, accentuating Kara’s every curve. Sean is practically salivating Kara thinks with satisfaction.
“Come inside.” Sean beckons her to enter and closes the door behind them.
Sean has a nice place Kara immediately thinks. It’s modern but understated. It’s obvious that Sean comes from wealth, but he also has taste. Kara enters the foyer and suddenly feels Sean pin her against a wall with her arms above her head.
“These stay up here” Sean says smoothly, indicating her hands.
Kara feels butterflies building up inside of her. She’d been fantasizing about this moment all day. Sean taking her against a wall or claiming her over the end of his bed, making her beg for release. But instead, Sean grins and slides down to his knees. His nose is inches away from her wet pussy which is barely covered by the lace thong.
“What are you-?” Kara begins in surprise. Where was the dominant Sean from a few days ago?
“Shhh baby” whispers Sean “Relax. But keep your hands in the air.”
Without further ado Sean firmly grabs the flimsy lace of Kara’s panties and moves it to a side. He grins up at Kara’s still surprised face and puts his tongue just to the left of the base of her clit. Kara gasps with pleasure. Any words she was about to say dried on her tongue. Sean must have a sixth sense for this Kara realized. He makes slow, small circles with his tongue against Kara’s clit as she feels herself build with electricity. Kara moans with pleasure and goes to grind her hips against his tongue.
“No, no Ms Chalmers” Sean teases with a smirk as he stops his glorious licking “stay still, hands in the air or I stop. Do you want me to stop?”
Kara moans. Fuck me. No fuck him and his smug face.
“No, please keep going!” Kara cries. She groans internally to herself. She wonders how she let Sean gain so much control.
Sean resumes licking the base of her clit in circular motions, beginning to vary the speed and size of the circle. With his thumb, he starts teasing Kara’s entrance, eventually pumping with two fingers in a steady but increasing rhythm. As this goes on, a heat develops within Kara, she feels like every nerve ending on her body is pulsing with pleasure. It takes everything in her to stay still and keep her hands up. Her hips want to buck. Her thighs want to wrap around Sean’s head and squeeze every ounce of pleasure from his glorious fucking tongue. Kara notices Sean picking up speed with the pumping, he’s stopped licking her clit but fortunately has replaced his tongue with his other hand. He looks up at her. Kara wonders how she must look – probably a sweaty, panting, heaving mess of a woman who is entirely under the spell of this deviant. Kara doesn’t care. It feels too fucking good. Kara is on the verge of losing control, the orgasm builds, Kara is so close.
“Ms Chalmers” Sean starts as he continues to finger her “For this to continue, I’m going to need something from you.”
Kara panics as she feels his fingers slow down a fraction. No! Not yet.
“A-anything! Wha-?” Kara gasps. She’s barely able to form coherent thoughts together. She just knows that she doesn’t want Sean to stop.
“Who owns you?” asks Sean standing up but his hands still working her pussy. Oh no, not this again thinks Kara. It was embarrassing enough the first time, was he really going to ask her to say it again? Kara blushes and then groans as Sean slows down slightly more. Fuck. She can feel the orgasm begin to slip away. She can’t let that happen.
“Y-you.” She says with a whimper as her blush deepens.
Sean speeds up his fingers at her answer. He stares deep into her eyes and brings his lips close to hers.
“I’m not sure I’m convinced” says Sean in and offhand manner “make me believe it.”
Sean ravages her neck with wet, messy kisses, one hand palming her breast and teasing the nipple. The other working her soaked pussy. The sudden increase in stimulation sends Kara’s head spinning. She can barely breathe. But she knows she wants this orgasm more than she wants air. She knows what she has to say.
“YOU. You. Fuck. You own me. All of me. Fuck.”
Sean smiles and grants her release. It’s everything Kara could imagine and more. Afterwards her head is a pleasant haze. She slides down the wall to the ground with a content smile on her face. Sean softly strokes her cheek from standing height.
“What are you waiting for?” he says “Get upstairs to the bedroom.”
To be continued…
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