Chapter 16: A Little Self-Love

“How much longer is this yellow headed nuisance gonna be here for? Why the fuck hasn’t Teddy pissed him off already?”

Mihara was going crazy stuck inside the unusually roomy closet of Theodore’s – even more surprisingly – tastefully decorated dorm room. She could distinguish who was talking at any given time, and some words were clear, but unfortunately she didn’t possess the expert hearing of the creature she loved to emanate. Plus, she didn’t really care what was going on. Her ‘class’ had been disrupted and that was not cool. Tapping her foot in silence and willing their exchange to be over and done with, she took the time to process what had gone down so far...

None of her previous conquests had been so accommodating and responsive to her commands. Theodore was a model student – lying in wait and wanting to be taught. Mihara was intoxicated by the power he allowed her. More so than by anything that she’d experienced before. If things were to continue in the same vein, she had a sneaking suspicion her attraction was only going to grow instead of diminishing as it usually did.

Meanwhile, Theodore was slowly losing his fucking mind!

“Fuckin hell Dillon! Why did you have to choose now to have a crisis of character? I’ve got a sexual goddess waiting for me, and I don’t know if my balls can handle another interruption today.”

Theodore clenched tightly onto the towel in his hands in desperate frustration. Dillon was talking about some really heavy shit. Like, some really messed up – ‘what the actual fuck’ – borderline delinquent shit! Not to mention he was covered in blood. Theodore would talk to him about it. Just not now. All his mind could focus on were Mihara’s slim fingers sliding over her deliciously slick folds. Tonight was going to be all about Theodore. His sexual awakening had been on hold for far too long, and if he played his cards right, he could go from his first kiss to god knows what in the course of a day! So enough was enough!

“Dillon, that’s really fucked up, and I wanna help you figure out what to do. But I’m gonna have to come find ya later on, now’s not the right time,” he interrupted the electrically charged ramblings of his new friend.

“But dude! I need you to tell–”

“Dillon!” Theodore halted another outburst in its tracks with a slightly raised voice and a stare that demanded and pleaded at the same time. “I said it’s not a good time. You need ... to leave...”

“Ohhh!” Dillon replied bashfully, finally picking up what he thought Theodore was putting down. “I get it man! I understand the need for a little self-love.” He grinned an overly cheesy smile and raised his eyebrows as he spun around and grabbed the door handle. He was trying to make light of the situation as well as his mood. He’d instantly regretted coming clean to Theodore as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Yeah right, whatever. Later!” Theodore pushed Dillon the remainder of the way out the door before slamming it and briskly pacing to the closet.

“I’m sorry that took so long, he–”

Theodore was frozen – mouth hanging a little too far open – at what he found. A hand still holding open each of the closet doors, he stared in wonder at the now completely naked form of the young woman, who, in that moment, he knew would be his demise.

She had pushed all his clothes aside and was leaning against the back wall. One hand was slowly running through her hair – the fingers of the other were playing with one of her nipples. Mihara may have been short in stature, but what she lacked in height she made up for with curves.

“Holy shit!” Were the only words that came to mind for Theodore. Cause he wasn’t prepared for her tits to be so goddamn perfect.

“I said you could have a quick break, but that was far too long, you naughty boy!” Mihara’s eyes narrowed in as she picked up the role play again.

“Sorry Miss. I promise it won’t happen again.” Theodore swallowed thickly.

Stepping out of the closet, Mihara traced her finger over Theodore’s chest before running it up his neck over his Adam’s Apple and flicking it off his chin. She then made her way to the side of the bed and turned back around to him.

“Make sure it doesn’t. But for now, because I had you wait ... you need to be punished ... get over here!”

“Yes Miss,” he quickly responded, the naïveté behind his gaze was soon replaced by a rabid hunger.

Mihara had no desire to hurt him – emotionally or physically – she wished only to use Theodore’s willingness to learn and his body to fulfill her every desire. That goddamn body was like a purpose built pleasure machine and his eyes were so full of overwhelmingly coy sincerity.

He was addictive and she’d only had a taste – she needed a full hit!

Theodore approached Mihara, barely an inch between their bodies. He wanted to run his hands over every single bit of her exposed flesh, but he needed her to allow him.

“Very good, Teddy,” she praised, running her fingers over the outside of his arms, up to his shoulders and back down to his chest. “I think it’s time we did some more anatomy lessons first though. What do you say?”

He nodded.

“I can’t hear you!” Reaching up, she lightly slapped his cheek at his non-compliance.

“Sorry. Yes Miss, I’d love another lesson.”

Theodore wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it together. Everything this sexy creature was doing to him was ticking every box he never knew he had.

“Very good...” Tracing her hand up the front of his thigh, she rubbed the – still painfully prominent – bulge in his pants, “ ... glad to see you’re both still in attendance.”

Mihara was drunk on power. The exhilarating buzz was everything that’d been missing in her life, and she realised in that moment that Theodore O’Hare would do absolutely anything she asked him to.

“Now, why don’t you tell me why it’s so hard and ... big.” Extra emphasis was placed on the last word, and even though she knew they wouldn’t be having sex tonight, Mihara couldn’t help but shudder a little as the actual size of him.

“W-well,” Theodore stuttered, not sure where to start. She was a personified wet dream – fucking everything was making him hard.

“Make sure you speak clearly please.”

“Ok Miss. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Mihara was taken back. She was standing in front of him, buck naked, and instead of raking his eyes over her body, he was staring into hers and telling her she was beautiful.