Chapter 6 Professor Kelvin
Mia.
I led Lily to the old music wing. It was a place where nobody went, at least not by this time of day, because the instruments were mostly broken and the building was scheduled for renovation.
The rooms were soundproof, which was perfect for what I had in mind. I pushed open the door to the small, dark practice room and pulled her inside. Then I locked the door with a satisfying click.
Lily stood in the center of the room, clutching the straps of her backpack. She looked like a deer in headlights, her eyes darting around the small space as if she was looking for an escape that obviously didn't exist.
"Mia, we shouldn't be here," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own raspy breathing.
I smiled. But I didn't answer with words. I stepped forward, so close to her that I was now feeling the heat radiating off her body.
She was trembling so hard I could see her backpack straps shaking. I reached up and pulled the bag off her shoulders, ignoring the way she flinched, and let it thud onto the carpet.
I pushed her back slowly, step by step, holding her gaze until her back hit the wall. Then I leaned in close, trapping her between the cold wall and my own body.
"You’ve been a good girl for too long, Lily. Don't you want to know how it feels to be bad?”
“Mia… I—”
I didn’t let her finish.
My hand went up to her hair, brushing gently through the strands. “Don't you want to stop watching from the shadows, stop being invisible, and actually feel something?"
I watched her swallow hard. She wanted to say no, but her body was already betraying her.
I didn't wait for her to answer. I reached down and unzipped her skirt. Lily gasped, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders, but it was not to push me away—it was to steady herself.
I tugged the skirt down, along with her plain pink cotton panties, until they pooled around her ankles.
"Step out," I commanded.
She did as she was told, kicking her shoes and pants aside with clumsy, shaking legs.
She stood there, trembling, her pale skin glowing in the dim light filtering through the small, high window. She was beautiful in a way she probably didn't even realize—perfect in ways I wanted to acknowledge, with soft curves and untouched skin.
I knelt down in front of her, my face at the same level as her thighs.
Fuck. I could smell her from here. The scent of her cave—sweet and already aroused— filled my lungs.
My hands were placed on her thighs, parting the thick, soft flesh.
I started slow. I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted her to remember every second of how I broke this nerd. I ran my tongue high along the inside of her thigh, tracing the soft skin in long, agonizingly slow strokes.
“Ahh…” I felt her shiver, a ripple of goosebumps following the path of my tongue.
When I reached her cunt,
Damn. Horny, nerdy bitch. Pleasure-starved. She was dripping, and I hadn't even started yet.
I saw a single pearly drop of her wetness hanging there, in her cleanly shaved cunt, glistening in the dark. I looked up at her with a smirk on my lips.
"You're so wet for me, Lily. Is this what happens when the nerd stops thinking and starts feeling?"
I didn't give her time to answer. I leaned in, my fingers moving to her folds. I parted them, revealing the sweetly pink insides and her big clit hood that was standing hard.
So fucking beautiful.
I pushed further and took a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top of her slit, burying my face in her heat. Fuck, she tastes so good.
"AHHHhhhhh…!" Lily’s head hit the wall behind her with a dull thud. Her knees buckled, but I held her hips steady, my hands gripping her soft flesh like a vice.
I wanted more. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted her body begging for the touch she had only ever read about.
I leaned back, taking her bud into my mouth. I started to suck her clit, swirling my tongue around the hard little bud. "Mmmpphh... Mia! Please... oh, fuck... yes! Right there!"
Her moans were getting louder, echoing off the soundproof foam on the walls—a sweet sound of surrender that only I could hear.
I loved the way she tasted—like salt and honey and pure, unadulterated need. I moved faster, my tongue working in a rhythmic flick, teasing her until she was thrashing in my arms.
“Ohh, yesss, yes…” I could feel her body tensing up, the muscles in her legs coiling like a spring. She was close.
I wanted to push her over the edge, but I wanted her to feel the depth of me first.
“You ever fucked?” I asked, just in case I was dealing with a virgin nerd too.
“Yesss. Once.”
That was it.
I slid two fingers inside her. Damn. She was so tight, her walls hot and slick, clamping down on me instantly as if they were trying to swallow my fingers whole.
"Oh! Oh! Mia! Please don't stop!" she screamed, her voice breaking into a jagged cry.
I didn't stop. I kept sucking, my mouth creating a vacuum that made her hips jerk uncontrollably.
My fingers moved in and out of her, stretching her, filling her, mimicking the way Kelvin had moved inside me yesterday.
"Mia... oh God," Lily moaned, her fingers digging into my hair, tugging at the strands as her head rolled back against the wall.
Lily started to shake violently. Her hands moved from my hair to the back of my head, fingernails scratching my scalp as she pushed me harder against her cunt, obviously desperate for the friction.
"Mia, I'm... I'm going to... I can't... OH GOD. Ooooohhhhh!"
She exploded. Her body went rigid, her back arching so high off the wall that I thought she might snap.
“Oooooooooohhhhhh yyyyeszssssss!” She let out a long, high-pitched wail of pure pleasure that vibrated through my own chest.
I stayed there, my tongue still busy, my fingers still deep, buried in and holding her through the waves of her orgasm.
I stayed until her shaking stopped and she slumped against the wall, gasping for air as if she had just run a marathon.
I stood up slowly, feeling the triumph coursing through my veins.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting her on my skin. Lily looked like she had just seen a ghost—or a god.
Her eyes were wide and unfocused, her hair a mess, messy strands clinging to her sweaty forehead, her face flushed in a deep, bruised red.
"How was that?" I asked with a smile.
"I... I’ve never... I didn't know it could feel like that," she panted.
She looked down at her clothes on the floor, the reality of what we had just done finally sinking in.
The fear was back, but it was mixed with something else now—devotion.
I reached into my crop-hoodie pocket and pulled out my phone. I opened a new contact and handed it to her without a word.
"Type your number in," I said.
She took the phone with shaking hands, her fingers fumbling over the screen as she typed it in. I took it back and tucked it away.
"You’re part of the game now, Lily," I told her, stepping close enough that she could smell herself on my breath. I let our chests touch.
"I did this for you today. I gave you a taste of the world you’ve been watching from the outside. But you’re going to return this favor. Tomorrow, I’ll call you when I’m ready."
Lily looked up at me, her lower lip trembling.
I reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her warm skin just a second longer. I could already imagine the million things I could do with this body.
But this would be all for now.
“When I call,” I leaned i, whispering in her ear, "don't be late."
I turned and walked out of the room, leaving her there to pick up her clothes and her shattered dignity.
It was time to go tell daddy our little secret is safe and now, we have one additional pet in the game.
But first, I needed to take care of the sweet ache in-between my legs.