I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Lysander’s pov

I almost jumped for joy when I heard my name leave his lips, elephants trapezed in my stomach.

He remembered me.

"I don’t mean to bother you, I just came to say hello." I stretched out my hand. "And to give you this."

He accepted the carton, looking at the label. "Vanilla flavored." He hummed.

"I remembered." I grinned shyly. "I’ve kept my promise. It’s the same brand as before, so I hope you enjoy it."

He was silent at first, his eyes slowly slid over my form, lingering at my legs before going back to my eyes. His gaze was impassive, without a hint of warmth in them.

Instead, there was a hardness in them that had me fidgeting.

Was I being annoying? Maybe it would be best if I left.

My feet wouldn’t move. I wanted to be close to him, despite his veiled annoyance. It was silly, but I needed to be near him for at least a little while longer.

"You um," I licked my lips but they were dry, "What are you doing out here?"

He looked down and I got scared, "I don’t mean to pry, I was just wondering..." I trailed off when I realized I was talking a lot.

"I like nature."

"Me too." I blabbed. "They’re so calming, I actually like sitting here whenever school gets overwhelming."

He made no move to reply and I thought I saw a flash of anger in his eyes, my confidence died instantly. Crap, I was only pissing him off.

Way to go, idiot. -

"I um..." I paused as he punctured the drink carton with the straw, handing it over to me. "B-but I got it for you."

"You kept licking your lips. I figured you were thirsty."

"Still."

"You can give me another one next time."

That would give me an excuse to talk to him. "Alright, I guess I’m a little thirsty."

I sipped the milk, trying not to fidget as his eyes bored holes into my skin. A drop of milk fell on my lip, and reflexively my tongue darted out to swipe at it.

His eyes flashed darkly and my eyes widened. For a brief second, he’d looked ferocious, nothing like the gentle person I knew.

"Have you figured out what your art project would be?" He asked suddenly.

The spontaneous question had me blinking. "N-no. Why?"

He shrugged, "Most student like to figure it out early and focus on that rather than be late and confused for the entire school year."

"I haven’t thought of that, I guess. I don’t even know how to draw"

"I could teach you if you want," he looked at his watch and sighed, "But school is over so next time."

I instantly panicked when he stood up to leave, "No, I can follow you home."

The second the words left my mouth, I closed my eyes and felt the same descend on me. "I am sorry, I only meant."

"It’s okay, you can. Follow me."

The only person who knew how I was feeling was me. I was vibrating with giddiness since he let me in through his front door. I never thought a day would come that I would see the inside of his house.

I sat on the sofa.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He offered.

I started to shake my head when something caught my eye, there was a picture of all kinds of piercing. My eyes fixated on it, losing all my train of thoughts.

"What are you looking at?" He followed my gaze and chuckled lowly, "Are you interested in body art?"

"I don’t know, I haven’t had one before."

"I think it would suit you," Drake replied, still looking at my mouth.

"Really?" I flushed, feeling warm all over. "I guess I could get my tongue pierced if you like it."

"Yeah?" He smiled, and I felt myself melt. He was so handsome!

"Yeah," I echoed, growing bashful. This was the first time he’d ever smiled at me.

"I have the instruments, if you want to get it done now," he offered.

"You do?"

"Yeah, wait here." He disappeared for a while and reappeared from his room, a large kit in hand.

"Ready?"

I nodded, and sat down.

"Close your eyes," he instructed and without thinking, I obeyed. It was surprising when he knotted a blindfold behind my head.

"Why do I need to be blindfolded?"

"It’s to help you relax. You haven’t done this before," he said as he slid a pair of padded cuffs onto my wrists. My hands fell onto my lap. "I don’t want you to squirm and hurt yourself."

That made sense... a little. I did have a low tolerance for pain. Besides, the professor would never hurt me. He was way too nice to do me any harm.

I heard shuffling, the sound of velcro ripping, and the sound of liquid pouring. "Open."

I parted my lips for him as the plastic rim of a cup pressed against my mouth.

"Gargle, but don’t swallow. It’s antiseptic." Drake’s quiet voice had my heart beating faster.

I swished the cool liquid around in my mouth, making a faint sound when I was ready to spit.

"Spit." I spat into the container pressed against my mouth.

Drake’s masculine scent teased my nose, and I squirmed, feeling myself growing turned on. Being this close to him, completely helpless and at his mercy, was starting to give me lewd ideas. It throbbed in anticipation, aching for what I knew would follow this preparation.

He returned. His gloved fingers gripped my jaw. "Open."

Slim fingers slid into my mouth, and a cool, thin, gel-like liquid was rubbed against my tongue. At first it was just two fingers, then it increased to three, then four, pushing insistently into my mouth, working the slickness deep.

I fought the urge to gag as the tips of his fingers suddenly shoved at the back of my throat. I blinked behind the blindfold, whimpering.

Why was he being so rough all of a sudden? It was making me uncomfortable, but the intense intrusion was stretching my mouth, opening me up in a way that mirrored exactly what my body was begging for down below.

My eyes stung with tears, a reaction to his actions. Why wasn’t he stopping? Surely my tongue was fully disinfected now?

I felt Drake’s free hand lightly grip my nape. He hadn’t worn a glove on that hand. Warmth from his skin sank into mine, lighting all the nerves on my nape till they tingled. My neck had never felt more sensitive.

I squirmed, my heart pounding in my chest. Drake’s gloved fingers moved in and out of my mouth, and the wet, squelching sounds affected me more than I wanted to admit.

My hole became slippery with the same moisture gathering inside, it slowly seeped out to stain my briefs, completely dripping wet and ready for him. Ashamed, I tried to ignore the fact that my cock was rapidly coming to life in my briefs. Fuck, Gideon was right. I was such a whore.

Thinking about my stepbrother in this situation caused my arousal to falter, to my relief. I didn’t want the professor to think I was desperate. If he had noticed the tent growing in my pants, I would have died from embarrassment.

The obscene sound of Drake’s gloves sliding out of my mouth pulled me back to reality. "I’ll pierce it now. Stick your tongue out."

Obediently, I stuck out my tongue.

I felt a cold metal clamp onto my tongue, holding it in place.

"Hold still," Drake muttered.

I felt the sharp end of a needle press onto my tongue. Briefly, I wondered if it would hurt.

The second the needle stabbed into my tongue, I let out a warbled gasp. Oh fuck. The sharp, white-hot sting shot straight through me.

My eyes widened behind the blindfold as the intense, burning fire ravaged my tongue, sending a shockwave of pure overstimulation straight down to my lower abdomen. The sheer physical vulnerability of it made my arousal flow even faster, completely prepping my body, loosening my tight hole in response to the intense shock.

I squeaked, and the hand at my nape tightened. "Be still."

It was difficult to be still. The throbbing ache grew, burning past my tongue down to inflame my whole mouth, perfectly matching the deep, heavy ache expanding between my thighs.

A headache started behind my eyes, burning hot. Even my ears stung. I was whimpering, struggling weakly against the cuffs holding my hands together, entirely overwhelmed by the raw sensory overload. The piercing was done, leaving me hyper-sensitive, completely undone.

"Shh," the professor shushed me, his voice a low, heavy promise against my skin. "Stop moving."

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